The Star And The Shamrock Novels & Stories

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

As we approached the heart of the celebration, Stella's eyes locked onto us, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before being replaced by her signature smile—a smile that held a hint of smugness. "Well, well, well," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What do we have here? The dynamic duo of losers gracing us with their presence." Scarlett bristled at Stella's taunt, her composure slipping for a moment. "We're not here to play your games, Stella." Stella's smile widened, and she turned her attention back to Timothy's family, her voice carrying in the room. "Isn't it just adorable, everyone? Scarlett and Evie decided to crash the party."

"Now that I have everyone's attention. My name is Alpha Ciaran of the Blood Moon pack, to those who do not know me. The one who is responsible for finding your all and orchestrating your rescue is lovely Mrs. Jones. Hey children were amongst you. The two young twins who happen to also be, what's known as Blue Moon shifters. Before we continue into what that means, we need to get a few things clear here and now. One, we will rest for the night here. Two, in the morning we will all go into the small town for breakfast to learn more about each of you and what pack, or coven you come from. If we are unable to find your families, you will have very grown up decision to make. You can join with Alp

During the second half of freshman year, I joked with him. "Mason, once this jar is full, it means you've made me mad too many times. Then I'll have to leave you." His fingers paused. "Then stop getting mad all the time." The jar had remained nine-tenths full ever since. Until today. I reached out and took the star from his palm. He froze. Before, whenever he handed me a star, I would deliberately glare at him for a long time. But today, I neither glared nor smiled.

It looks like it was burned into her skin with hot iron. All the air leaves my lungs in a single, silent rush. The living room fades away. The sound of the hockey game on the TV vanishes. All I can hear is the sound of Roselyn’s voice, whispering to me in the dark on the hood of my car three weeks ago. "My brother is obsessed with loyalty, Finn. He runs the family like a sovereign state. Everyone in the inner circle carries his mark. A brand on the back of the left ankle. Three jagged peaks. If you have it, you are his property."