Starlight Eugene Novels & Stories

"Eugene is indeed from Ocean City, but that's his mother's home. She married someone in the Y Country when she was young. She only returned to Ocean City after the divorce." Is that true? Mango had seldom heard of the Liang Family's matters. "Nathaniel said briefly, ""Aitana Sanchez, Eugene's mum, was married to the eldest prince of Y Country Country when she was young. The prince fell in love with her when he went on an adventure while concealing his identity. They fell for each other pretty soon and got married. Then only she found out that she had married a prince, but she had no other choice. She went back with him and gave birth to Eugene. Soon, Eugene was acknowledged as the heir to th

He started immediately and I was left alone to myself, but halfway through the ride, I got a call from Liam. “Hey, what's up? Were you able to tell her?” He asked me. "Not exactly,” I sighed. “Well, it seems we have another problem on our hands,” Liam sighed over the phone. I massaged my temples, feeling the migraine coming back. I couldn't deal with any bad news. “What’s wrong?” I queried. “Eugene is throwing a party at the Lancaster Grand Hall,” Liam informed me. I groaned, “Could this day not get any worse?!”

Eugene looked at the corpse lying in a pool of blood, the narrow night sky between buildings where not even stars were visible, and then at Valentine's crotch, which his finger was precisely pointing to, and took a despairing breath. It truly was a goddamn unlucky night.

Outside, fireworks burst again over Star City, their colors reflecting through the glass dome. From above, the world could see a single, brilliant symbol projected into the night sky — a golden sun encircled by a shining star. And beneath that light, Aeternum’s empire was no longer just a dream. It was alive.

Deep down, Eugene could not survive guilt unless he shared it with someone else. “Alpha…” One of the warriors approached carefully, visibly nervous. “The Luna is asking for you.” Eugene did not answer immediately. His eyes remained fixed on the distant carriage carrying Arnold and Irene away. Even now, he kept imagining what was happening inside it. Their closeness. Their happiness. The thought poisoned him more every minute. “It’s taboo for men to stand inside a birthing tent,” Eugene snapped suddenly. His irritation exploded fast enough to make the warrior flinch backward. “Get out.”

“She would have liked you.” One night they lay on the upper deck after dinner, blanket beneath them, pillows propped behind their backs. The sky was thick with stars. Elena pointed. “That one,” she said. “The bright one. What’s it called?” “Sirius,” he answered. “The dog star.” She smiled. “Fitting.” He turned his head to look at her. “You’re not afraid of the dark out here.” “Not tonight,” she said. He shifted closer until their shoulders touched. She rested her head on his arm. He wrapped it around her, hand settling on her waist, light, steady. They stayed like that, breathing in rhythm with the waves, watching the sky turn.

Anne even felt that the stars were too close to her, as if she could reach out and touch them directly. The flickering stars adorned the night sky magnificently. "It's called Sky Star, An." Eland smiled faintly. There was only a gazebo in this place, which was usually visited by riders when they were tired. They could enjoy the stars and the night sky along with the illuminated buildings below. However, Anne hadn't seen it yet. Her gaze was still fixed on the beautiful night sky. "It's such a beautiful place," Anne said, filled with admiration.

Eugene was the first to disturb the silence we shared. "Rose, will you come with me for a second? I want to show you something else," he said, the light shining on the water glistening in his eyes, making it look as if the stars themselves were asking me to go. I only nodded. Eugene stood up and helped me up as well. He took my hand and led me back onto the footpath, but this time, walking further into the forest. After walking for a while, we came to a clearing. One could see the stars clearly, and boy was that a sight to behold.

Eugene lifted his head to see the stars that seemed so low but twinkling high. After reporting to Joshua, he came out of the house to get some fresh air. He thought it will help him calm down and be brave. Somehow, it worked. The sounds of ruffling leaves made the beating of his heart stable. The wind isn’t cold or hot, but just enough to cool his head. His black hair moving with the wind and his pale skin is competing against the brightness of the moon. He is as pretty as the star, as tall as sky and as mesmerizing as the phenomenon of aurora borealism, the Northern lights above the ice.

They stayed until the woman behind the counter started wiping things down and the signal was obvious. Walking back to the car, Eli tipped his head back and looked at the sky. “Stars,” he said. “Yes,” Lucien said. “Like a lot of stars.” “This is what happens when there’s no city,” Lucien said. “I know what causes stars, Lucien,” Eli said. “I’m just…” he kept looking up, “…noting them.” Lucien looked up too, at the sky he’d grown up under and stopped seeing the way you stopped seeing things that had always been there, and through Eli’s eyes it was enormous again.