Stars Above Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 101 ***ESTHER*** The first sight that I see as soon as I open my eyes are the twinkling stars right above my head and they are many. For some moments, I feel as if I am seeing the dream. I have never seen a lot of stars in a long time. I don't know if I had thought they were less important to ever observe or maybe they were less visible in the high pollution of the city area, I just hadn't seen them as beautiful as they are right now.

"My last name is Ly, you can also call me T. I will be the instructor for our class until we complete the 3-month course of Z Academy." The man's eyes were bright and deep, looking straight at the classroom, and every place he glanced at made others couldn't help but swallow their saliva. This man was truly beautiful, so beautiful that one doubted his ability. Currently, a male student could not contain his excitement, so he raised his hand to speak. The man on the podium looked over, gesturing for the male student to speak. The male student stared at him, his heart couldn't help but tremble. "Are you… you're T, the author of 'starry sky'?"

The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing. To Cassandra, it was the most beautiful handwriting she had ever seen. She felt the urge to trace her fingers over the inked pages. There were pictures of herbs, flowers, roots, and seeds. There were also diagrams and drawings of astronomy. Some of them with suns, moons, and stars, or symbols for the zodiacal constellations: two fish for Pisces, a bull for Taurus, a hunter with a crossbow for Sagittarius, and so on. Each of these had female figures arranged in two or more concentric bands. Mos

The Scribes, custodians of astral narratives, invited them to a celestial amphitheater where astral stories unfolded like cosmic constellations. In the celestial amphitheater, Victoria and Alexander witnessed astral chronicles that depicted the intertwined destinies of celestial beings. The Scribes, with ethereal quills, inscribed luminescent tales that echoed through the astral dimensions, creating a celestial tapestry of cosmic experiences. Victoria and Alexander, inspired by the astral narratives, felt their own luminescent story becoming a part of the cosmic tableau.

But the second I did, it breathed. The book didn’t open. It unfolded. The cover split open in silence, pages spilling like silk, the air humming as the magic within adjusted to me. Not the other way around. I froze. There was no resistance. No permission asked. Just acceptance. Like the book had been waiting. The ink inside shifted before my eyes, words scrawling themselves across the first page in ink that shimmered between black and violet: To the One Who Was Hidden. To the One the Stars Remember.

' I tore a strip of paper from my notebook and used it as a bookmark. I read the next few stories, then closed the book. I walked over to sit on the couch. I leaned my head back and I dozed off. I dreamed about Astra, the wolf in Child of Stars. The story didn't describe how she looked, but I envisioned her being a beautiful golden sable with bright blue eyes. In my dream, her colors began to lighten and shift until she was the white silver of my wolf with my bright blue eyes and the three jet black scratch marks across her right eye.

I’M NOT HUNGRY! Can’t a mutt be free to choose his own mealtime? Goddess blast it! In minutes, I was bolting through the entrance to my own manor. I shifted back to my human form before dragging my clumsy-ass legs up the stairs to my quarters. I threw the crushed envelope on my desk, grabbed my guitar, and moved to the balcony. There are more stars tonight. But I bet she couldn’t see any of it. The lights from the city would’ve drowned out the sparkles.

The twinkling stars above seemed to smile down on the night sky. ***

I'm alone with more knowledge than I ever dreamed of having and for the first time since arriving at Nightfall Keep, I can breathe. I spend hours exploring, running my fingers along leather spines and pulling down volumes at random. There are histories of the Lycan territories, texts on magic theory, and bestiaries describing creatures I didn't know existed. On the second floor, tucked in a corner behind several other books, I find something that makes me freeze. A small leather-bound volume with no title on the spine, but when I pull it out, the cover reads in silver ink: "The Celestial Wolves: Last of the Moon Goddess's Children."

But the next second, the steward stepped out from the shadows and blocked the door completely. Adrian threw his head back and laughed. "How naive you are. Did you think it was a coincidence that you walked through the princess's residence so smoothly and found me here? I've moved through this place like a fish in water. Did it never occur to you that I had help in the shadows? "Today, Gideon Frost and that annoying little thing are dead. Now you've thrown yourselves into my net. How perfect." Adrian bared his teeth and thrust forward. There was no trace of his usual weakness.