Starscream Novels & Stories

what is she talking about? "Are you seriously talking to me like that?! I'm Astra Springfield! Future Luna of Calon Falch and Lúa Infinita. I am the world's strongest female shifter and of course," she flipped her hair, huffing conceitedly. "The mate of the strongest. Only the strong can stay with the strong. You should be grateful that I'm merciful or else—"

Then she looks down at our hands and revives her smile to say with admiration, “You were born special, it was obvious. Our parents were just so blinded by talent and all that crap I got obsessed about. You have the most exceptional gift to have our kind at your feet.” “You stay safe, and don’t be lenient on him,” She frowns down at Andreas and I flush stupidly. “I should be back in a few days so don’t worry too much. I’m Stella Strauneuff, the Mule Huntress! I won’t be taken down so easily.” I smile as I watch Dyrean lead her out of the bedroom amidst their cold exchanges, and I sit back to tend to my ill Vampire while Mei takes Ochea out of the bedroom. It’s just me and him now with the mor

I cursed and stepped into the window of the building. Yah! You're not spider man, fuvker! It's the third floor you'll jump to! Noella snorted on the line. "Fuck it! It's up to Batman," I said and jumped completely. ROSE! I heard Noella shouted. “Fuck!” Dela Merced yelled in shock, then his eyes got bigger when he saw me. "Come on!" I cursed again while feeling my leg sprained by the force of the fall. Fvck it, Rose! You, bitch!

Saint piped in with an elated wave and an almost child-like grin showing off both rows of her teeth, "hi, I'm Saint, the Big Man's Beta. Really is an honor to meet you." "You're totally fangirling right now," Dea grumbled with an eye roll. Sam both voiced and signed, "It's embarrassing. Pull yourself together." "Don't shit on someone else's parade just because you're not having fun," Saint glowered, sticking her tongue out at Sam. "That's your beta?" Sydney's voice was a soft whisper but, beside Sam, we all had enhanced hearing and heard her. I licked my lips and shrugged, "She's exceptional at her job. Don't take her childishness as weakness."

You are something new. The small wolf's moon-colored eyes blinked. What am I? Luan touched its tiny head. You are Ember, she said. Because you are the last spark of a fire that has finally stopped burning. Ember wagged its tiny tail. Ember, it said. I like that. The pack gathered around. Holt knelt. Wren shifted. Sparrow smiled. Vera cried. Mira reached out her finger and touched Ember's fur. Welcome to the pack, Mira said.

"Go if you want to. See the world. Dark Star is one of the oldest packs; you'll meet plenty of people there. If you get lucky and meet one of the big medical legends, take a picture for me—especially that one everyone's talking about lately!" She actually looked a little starstruck. "If you actually get to see him, the whole trip will be worth it!" "Who?" I asked casually. Rosemary excitedly pulled out her phone and showed me a webpage. "Look! It's the legendary 'Silver Moon Priestess'!" I froze. The photo showed a middle-aged, greasy-looking guy in a baggy flannel shirt. He had a scraggly beard and looked like he hadn't washed his hair in a month.

"What do we do with this... stain?" "We don't 'Delete' it," I said, looking at the silver mark. "We **'Claim'** it." I walked into the center of the scorched Bar-Code. The artificial heat tried to push me back, a hum of "Corporate Static" vibrating in my teeth. It felt like the last remains of Aris Vance’s ghost, trying to tell me I was still a "Product." "I am Elara Vance," I said, my voice echoing through the valley. "But I am also the **Luna of the Silver Moon**."

"We protect the pack. Only this time, the pack has Star-Steel and a Queen who can bend gravity." As the Lunar Chariot began its slow, unpowered descent back toward the atmosphere of Silver Creek, I watched the distant, golden sparks of the scouts. They were staying at the edge of the system, watching, waiting to see if the new power in the sector was a threat or an ally.

"THE HIVE IS A LOGIC CONFLICT. TO SAVE THE CONTENT, WE MUST RESTORE THE SYSTEM-RESTORE" "Leo, no! If you bring the First Luna back, you'll erase yourself!" I screamed. "I am the System Administrator now, Darlene," Leo-Luna spoke, his hand raising toward the Eighteen Moon. "The Star-Child has exceeded her parameters. The Eighteen Cycle is a virus. I am the Antivirus." A beam of silver-white light shot from Leo’s chest into the black-ink "Eighteen." The sky didn't explode; it Reverted.

He pointed a tiny finger at the masked man, and the air in the library began to freeze. "No," Leo said. It wasn't a baby’s voice. It was a voice that sounded like the end of time. Suddenly, the floor beneath the masked man opened up. A hand made of black smoke reached out and dragged him into the dark before he could even scream. I looked at my son in horror. He wasn't a battery. He wasn't a key. He was the Star-Eater.