To You Who Swallowed A Star Novels & Stories

"Swallow. That’s the taste of home, baby. Get used to it." The End.

He opened a small bottle. “Open her mouth.” I kept my lips tight shut. The man holding me squeezed my cheeks hard until my jaw hurt. The bottle touched my mouth. It smelled strange. “Swallow it,” the glowing man said calmly. “Or I kill you.” Kill. The word felt heavy. I stopped fighting for a second. If I didn’t swallow it, he would kill me. If I swallowed it… maybe I would die anyway. Maybe dying wouldn’t be so bad. Mommy and Daddy were dead.

"Thank you." Daryl said nothing more before hanging up, leaving Anastasia alone with her deepening despair. Subsequent calls to other contacts made no difference. One by one, the people who had once surrounded her retreated, leaving Anastasia in an ever-widening void. After several grueling hours, Anastasia sat quietly on the sofa and stared blankly out the window. Outside, the gray New York sky seemed to reflect her mood. Unconsciously, her eyes began to glaze over with tears, signaling how devastated she felt. Once she had been a bright shining star, surrounded by friends who seemed to care about her. But now she felt like the remains of a star that had fallen and burned out, leaving a voi

I proceeded to my room, in order to drop my bags and freshen up, but I abruptly stopped, as I heard the sound of whispering voices coming from the kitchen. I could recognized them to be Amber, the family's chef, and Riley, the head of the staffs. Their voices were quite low, but audible enough to be heard. I dropped my bags on the floor, and tiptoed to the direction the voices were coming from, so as to hear them clearer. "....and it so bad she is in the dark, she knows absolutely nothing about it." Amber's throaty voice crackled. "Well... She just needs to divert the energy she has been channeling into her dieing career. Things will become better for her perhaps." Riley replied, and they bo

Another real thing — something humans can’t touch, can’t ruin. I know someone’s standing beside me. I noticed the second he walked over, but I don’t bother looking. He smells nice, clean, warm — but the moon has all my attention. The stars, too. Maybe it’s the freedom of it all that keeps me staring. “You know one fact about the stars?” I ask, still watching the sky. When he doesn’t answer, I keep going, my voice quiet but steady. “Most of them might already be dead.” The words hang there between us. “Their light just hasn’t stopped reaching us yet. It’s kind of sad, isn’t it? How something can be gone and still look alive.”

She said skipping ahead of me towards the kitchen with thoughts of her brother now forgotten. As I entered the kitchen Frankie was sitting on a stool at the countertop finishing off a bowl of apple crisp and ice cream and a can of grape soda was sitting beside his bowl. “Daddy, you ate our dessert without me,” Star whined. ‘Busted’ I said through the mind-link. “I thought you had gone off with friends today or I would have called you to join me, my Little Hurricane,” Frankie replied, giving Star a little pat on the head.

I whispered, my voice sounding like a ghost of itself, "we just gave it a taste of something it didn't like, but look at the stars." Koran looked up, the sky was clear, the stars were bright, but there was a new constellation forming, a group of thirteen points of light that hadn't been there before, they were arranged in a perfect, jagged circle around our world. "The Star-Eater was a scavenger," I said, my hand moving to the permanent Platinum mark on my throat, "But those... those are the Sentinels, the beam didn't just hit the predator, it rang the bell for the rest of the universe."

nodding I looked at him to carry on, “Before your star fell to earth it was said that your star shone brightest than all the rest, you’re light itself was ice blue and could be seen from many galaxies away because of how bright you shone. Your gravitational pull was so powerful that you literally pulled other stars and even planets toward yourself as a magnet, You never destroyed any of the stars or planets that came into orbit with you, but you’re beauty consumed them,” “What do you mean consumed them?” I guess he could kind of pick up by my horrified expression that I thought consumed meant something terrible.

With a loud growl the phantom of the wolf charged towards the moon and swallowed it whole! *BOOM* Once the moon was swallowed the stars began to quake, and the space began to collapse. Kylie felt her head split open as a strong pain struck her head. She felt as though someone was hammering information into her head, information that was vital, yes, but painful to incorporate. As the space fell apart, the stars fled, leaving only the Sovereign Stars and the Chosen Stars behind. Those seven celestial bodies flickered faintly as though observing Kylie’s actions, before finally surrounding her, and providing her some cover. Kylie’s eyes were shut in pain, her brows furrowed in distress and hurt.

Her jaw is clenched and there is dark blood around her lips, as if she got a bite out of her assailant. I pull her mouth open where a piece of paper is shoved in her mouth. It is wet and bloody but the words on the paper are fairly visible. I pull it out and my heart is beating so hard my rib cage is rattling. Tora is carefully watching my every move, almost in question as to how I would be able to know something was in her mouth. I open the paper and the words on the paper feel like a warning before I ever even read them.. "Stolen stars are replaced with old souls. Replace the star and the soul stealing ceases... keep the star... well, you'll continue to see what happens."