Tales Asteria Novels & Stories

“The soap is nearly gone and I need thread. Do not linger. Do not speak to anyone longer than necessary. And if you come back with that same haunted look on your face, I will give you something real to be haunted about.” I nod. Alexia glances up, spoon halfway to her mouth. “Maybe she was dreaming about the forest again. She always comes back from those woods looking half-dead. Maybe she met a ghost.” Bridget’s mouth tightens. “There are no ghosts. Only foolish girls who do not know how to keep their mouths shut and their hands busy.” I eat standing near the wall, the way I always do. The porridge is almost tasteless. My body accepts it because it must. Inside my head the word goddess keeps

Her environment was engulfed in darkness and moonlight from above barely penetrated the thick branches of the woods. It was already late at night. Asty hopped down and started sprinting faster and faster, it didn't matter if the scars under her feet ripped more, or whether her joints and muscles were sore, all she wanted to do was to leap around that fence that had always been a safer place. All she wanted is to never let his father's sacrifice go to waste. An hour had passed. Asty was still running, constantly stopping to catch a breath of air. Sometimes, she would see a few glowing creatures that would light up her way. They were passive Night Hallows, a thing the village calls the spirit

said Tia extending her hand. Kabir got up in a quick movement. As his chair slid behind him, it hit a waiter carrying a dish of noodles to a nearby table, and the waiter lost his balance because of the impact. Kabir noticed neither the waiter nor the flying dish of noodles. He looked up and saw the two most beautiful eyes that he had ever seen. They were blue like the ocean, sincere and intelligent, twinkling like the stars. It appeared to Kabir that they held the most beautiful secrets of the world and seemed to enjoy the fact that others had no clue about them – they were so full of laughter and mystique.

***** Asteria was walking outside with her servant, trying to reach her chamber when she came across a woman with several servants following her. “Greetings, your majesty,” the woman bowed down. “It is my honor to meet you in the palace.” Her eyebrows raised while staring at the woman’s appearance. She had fair skin partnered with her brown hair, green eyes, and pointed nose. Asteria thought that the woman was beautiful. The woman noticed her curious look and spoke, “I am Jestina Castemont, your majesty. I am moving my things to my new chamber just beside the King’s.” Asteria became astounded.

She said chipperly. I was not expecting her to choose the truth of all things, but I always did encourage them to be themselves. The woman’s eyes softened, and she smiled bright. “Of course, I always knew there was something familiar and special about you.” She gracefully agreed. “I am sorry Edyth, did you just say familiar?” I asked calmly walking inside shaking off the chill. “Yes Astrid, you see I am not just in touch with nature and gardening. I am a nature fae.”

-Emilio- Anastazie showed up for the Mate's Moon Ball looking gorgeous. Her white hair shined in the moonlight and the red lipstick she had picked brought her goddess like features out. She was a sight to behold yet she was obilvious to the young Alpha who were unmated stealing glances at her. Many packs called her the snow white of the wolves due to her beautiful white hair and fair skin. And me in my young stupidity had tricked our pack that she was weird and ugly. I felt jealously as all the other young males oogled her. She was mine, I had known her the longest. Many of the men sniffed the air as she absent mindedly walked past them. They were all hoping she'd be their mate and their pac

“And you, dear one, are something we thought impossible – a child of both worlds.” I blinked. “I'm sorry, what?” “You are a hybrid, Aria. Werewolf and witch blood flows through your veins in equal measure.” Elara waved her hand, and the starlit void around us filled with swirling images. “And within you, your witch side has awakened. Her name is Astra, she is connected to the Moon Goddess herself.” “Okay, this is officially the craziest dream ever.” “Not a dream,” Elara reminded me gently. “Watch.”

“What part?” His hand reached inside his pocket and when he pulled out a familiar amulet, a purple amethyst, my eyes immediately darted to the object. “Kaleya Asterin...Will you accept this date with me?” I looked at him with wide eyes. “Are you serious? In front of many?” “I already arranged this small celebration of you becoming a Luna…and I won’t take a no for an answer,”

she instructed them. She went up to her room and came back down the stairs holding a huge box. “Ah— let me help!” Jack quickly offered assistance and took the box from her hands. “Thank you,” Auria quietly whispered. Jack went back to the living room and put the box on the coffee table. “What is this tho?” Mr. Tevyat asked, inspecting the box.

“When did you...?” Thalia smirked. “My secret.” Lydia had known this side of Thalia since they were kids. She always pulled tricks that other children couldn’t perform. Thalia could pull flowers from behind her back, not that she was hiding them. She could make you close your eyes, snap her fingers, and then disappear like the wind in the blink of an eye. Lydia had always admired her trick but sometimes wondered if it was just a trick or if there was something strange about Thalia. But she dismissed the thought; Thalia was a wolf. Her mother was one, and her father was the beta of her pack.