Starscream Novels & Stories

I feel my heart thundering berserkly in my chest at the memory of her face morphing and twisting in fury, the baby blue turned blood-red eyes, and the sinister expression that told me she was ready to killl in a blink of an eye. "Vampire." Hunter blurts. Again, as if he knows exactly what's running in my head every damn minute, in every fucking second. And he's not even looking at me! How on earth does he do that? "Scarlet Tate is the only hybrid werewolf in the Wintermist Pack. She's the Alpha's daughter, so you better not underestimate her or you'll be dead before graduation." He warns. I look up and stare at his devilishly handsome face, his amber eyes cold and serious.

But beneath the apocalyptic fireworks, three hundred silver shooting stars pierced the atmosphere. The Star-Forged Lycans hit the permafrost. Their kinetic dampeners whined as they absorbed the terminal velocity of a sub-orbital drop, leaving deep, smoking craters in the ice. They rose one by one, their armor scorched but intact, howling their survival to the burning sky. Scarlett stood at the edge of the Bio-Dome’s protective shield, her heart hammering against her ribs so hard it ached. Her amber eyes frantically scanned the falling debris. The Stellar Navigator was a fried hunk of metal in her pocket, and her spiritual reserves were completely drained.

“Celeste Valentina Morau signed off personally. Don’t make her regret it.” Celeste. The name landed like a stone in still water. One of the last purebloods who hadn’t left with the Thirteen Families. Hero of the Swarm War. The face on every newsreel when the supernaturals finally went public. Beautiful. Terrifying. And apparently interested in foster trash from Little Rock via Santa Cruz.

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

A growl rippled through the line. “This is our home,” I continued, my voice growing louder, steadier. “Our families. Our pack. That thing in the mist? That is not our Alpha. That is not our blood. I am your Luna. Damon is your Alpha. And we are still standing. We are all going to stand, we are all going to fight until the very end of this, no matter what is to happen.” I pointed to the creatures writhing at the treeline.

"Anyone who invokes Krishna's name once more will answer to me. She is dead. I am your Luna now." The commander's jaw set. "I am the Crescent Silver Moon pack," he declared firmly. "Not the shadow who believes she is queen." Now hunched and stretched with black fluid, their skin cracked open, bones fused backward. Their mouths yawned wide, packed with too many teeth. Milky eyes wandered in empty sockets. And they smiled—oh, they smiled—while they ate. "Run! Gods, just RUN!" someone screamed. The scream was silenced in a choking gurgle. A skull thudded against the cobblestones with a thunk.

She excused herself from her pack and met him halfway. She was smiling when she reached him, “Hello human.” He smiles back, “I’m one of you now.” Sabrina chuckles and turned around before she leaves she said, “Hardly. It’s good to see you.” “That’s all?” he calls out, chuckling. A heavy hand dropped itself to Alexander’s shoulder, “Nope. Not in your dreams Tacita Mortes Wolf. Not the Kalte Augen Alpha’s little sister. It’s not gonna happen.”

At least, they all have the aim of defeating Arthur fiend, then why the need to not carry them along with the whole matter. The seer quickly realized her mistake and she tried to sort things out. Silver was sitting at a corner with his legs crossed on each other, It was as if the matter doesn't concern him at all. "Sorry, my Bad..." The seer apologized, "This is Stella, the leader of the - World Spy Group." As she said this, Stella lifted her shoulder a bit to show her proudness and it made everyone to hate her more. "Behind Stella are her assistants, Sansa and Cathy."

A FEW YEARS AFTER… “They’re here, mummy!” Four-year-old Javier was running up and down the hallways, super excited when he heard the helicopter land on the other side of Illa de Tagomago. Calleigh smiled down at her son, even as she tried helplessly to hush him before he woke Stella, his two-year-old sister, who always got into everything when she was awake, or Felipe, his six-month-old baby brother, who generally just sat on the floor and watched it all with his mouth open, drooling from his first tooth.

Her head bled profusely as Spark's mom laid unconscious on the ground. Spark witnessing all this stood up with rage and ran to his mother. "Mom!!!! Mom!!!" he screamed out shaking her body repeatedly. "May!! Dad!!" Spark shouted looking towards the mansion as they both rushed out. "She needs urgent care" Spark said handing his mom over to his dad. "awwn!! Momma gonna die" Stella spoke faking a sympathy "You bitch" Spark shouted as he tried using his Kinesis on her since his close range attacks were useless. "that old trick can't work on me again" Stella elucidated as she raised up her left hand revealing a silver coloured wrist like device on her wrist.