Starfire Pet Novels & Stories

As the sun began to set, Helena sat in a private room of the Drapetown restaurant, listening to her subordinate's report. "Ms. Mooney, we've uncovered his background! Felix is quite something—he's connected to the Starfires in Astoria, supposedly the beloved grandson of one of Kyro's old friends. However, our Westerio Order's investigation suggests there's more—he's likely the Shadowstalker Emperor's illegitimate son." Helena's eyes sparkled with interest as she laughed. "The Shadowstalker Emperor's son? Well, that explains everything. With Reagan's status in Astoria, it makes sense for the Starfires to step in as a cover to avoid scandal."

I nodded absorbing the information. Mages, from what I had read and heard, possessed a unique trait where their eyes would flicker to a mesmerizing shade of ocean blue, reminiscent of the sea under a clear sky. It was a distinct characteristic associated with their kind. The enigmatic flickering of my pet's eyes only deepened my curiosity, but I chose not to disclose her to Matthias. Aware of his wisdom and inherent skepticism. "Why did you ask?" Matthias inquired, his gaze unwavering. "Nothing" I replied, evading a direct answer. His scrutinizing gaze persisted.

A good pet knows when it's being punished. You won't even remember this tomorrow, Damon. But I will. And after I deliver your final gift, I'll be gone forever.

At this point, someone finally exclaimed, "Wait, are you saying... Gingy had cancer?! And she didn’t want to burden her grandfather?" The live chat was flooded with messages. Some people were finally speaking up for me. Mom clutched her chest and stood up, swaying. "She... she did say she wasn’t feeling well, but..." Mrs. Cordon finally lost her patience. "Enough! Today is Franklin and Autumn’s wedding! Why talk about some dead girl?!" Franklin tried to grab Autumn’s hand, trying to stop her from reading more, but she pulled away, her eyes red as she stared at Mom.

he says proudly and moves from my lap, only to run towards Star. A little black-furred pup with Alpha eyes named Ares; my baby, the one I am giving up in exchange for my freedom. It was easier before he moved and crept into my heart, it was easier before I grew attached. How can I leave him after meeting him? How can I leave him when I already love him? /“Go, Nikolaos is worried about you,”/ Star says and gives me a slow wink. /“I still don’t trust him, but I know he cares. So, go to him, and don’t worry - I’m back and never leaving again.”/

Joseph smirked and teased, "That day, the child you were holding in your arms was named Lucas Sinclair. He was a child star, and his stage name in the entertainment industry was 'Little Spark'." Little Spark was a stray kitten that lived on the streets. He wandered from place to place, searching for food and shelter. Despite his small size, he had a spark of determination in his eyes. He faced many challenges and obstacles, but he never gave up. He fought for survival every day, relying on his instincts and resilience. Little Spark's life was tough, but he never lost hope. He dreamed of finding a loving home and a family who would care for him. Elianna immediately realized and broke out in a

"How are you, child?" I scrambled to my knees, pressing myself against the bars. "Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "My brother—he's just a child. Please spare him, Your Majesty. I'll do anything—" "The child is a boy," she cut me off, her voice sharp as a blade. "And boys turn into men. Angry men." Her lips curved into a cold smile. "Why would I want a boy who will thirst for blood in my space?" "No," I shook my head frantically. "He's nothing like that. My brother is kind, gentle—"

Singh knew the sequence of her dreams, they spend countless sessions recounting the events, trying to desensitize Star to the events that were more a memory than a piece of fiction from a dream. “Have you ever considered a pet? Often in cases of PTSD, we introduce support animals to help patients, studies have shown that being around animals reduces anxiety and provides a calming presence for humans to latch onto.” Star wanted to smile, but she feared the doctor would ask why. She imagined bringing a pet to the pack, somehow she wasn’t sure werewolves and dogs would get along, no to mention cats. “I’m allergic to animals.” She supplied and the doctor frowned, glancing down at her book, “It’s

"There's just no way... I'm nothing special. You don't even trust me enough to attend Gatherings." Petalstar flinched at that. "Flamestrike, there is a reason why I haven't allowed you to attend Gatherings," she tried explaining, but Flamestrike didn't want to hear any of it. "Next thing I know, you're gonna tell me that I'm some special cat sent by StarClan to save the Clans," he spat. "I don't want any of this. I want my life to stay normal, like it should be."

the pet master responded, looking very pleased with himself, "It was quite entertaining really. Shut her up nice and quick." The man's brow furrowed, but only for a second. "Age?" he asked. My eyes widened in surprise. He was actually considering buying me. "Seventeen." "Who was her breeder?" he followed up. Breeders. The vampires who took in the slaves and pets that couldn't perform their duties. The ones that forced them to conceive a few children before taking the child and killing the parents for their blood. The whole process made me want to curl up in a ball and cry.