Trailing Stars Novels & Stories

He went to a window, climbed, and then sat, facing the dark view of the seas. Tristan closed his eyes and inhaled the salty wind, then exhaled and looked up towards the night heavens. The stars had reminded him of the children in Cold Hills. They had the best times watching the stars together as they lie around a campfire. It was fun. And now he missed them so much. “You still have not eaten,” the woman’s voice came behind Tristan.

"Let me do this. Please. It’s the only thing that makes sense to me now." Above them, the stars shimmered like the tears that fell freely from two pairs of eyes.

I faltered a little, but I quickly saved myself, and thankfully, she masked the slip of worry that had stained her face for the short second that Malachi's name was mentioned. "Well, you both make an adorable couple, and I'm wishing you all the happiness in the world," I couldn't help but grin at that as she laughed, the light-hearted interview continuing as just that until it was over, and to end the show, I stood on the stage with the audience cheering for me as I performed a song from my latest album for them. "Look me in the eye when I smile, Close them when I kiss you. We found love under the moon, The stars smiled at us,

What person in their right mind would pick up calls from their exes? After seeing my business partner off, I got ready to leave. However, Eric Latimer, Jacob's childhood friend, spotted me.

Holding Phoebe's bag,I headed out of the office. I am Tristan Godoy. I hate that I'm easily affected by someone like her and I am going to make her pay for everything. ************* *CORA* Sitting on the balcony of the villa,I looked at the starry sky. It was said that people would become stars in the sky after they died.Then in the dark night covered by dark clouds,was it the energy of the world of the dead that appears on purpose? I didn't even know what I was thinking about anymore.

She cracked open the wax seal to read it… The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. Ariadne threw the paper away from her in horror.

Cassidy’s POV We stayed there longer than necessary, the three of us tangled in that too-small bed like we could freeze time if we just held on tight enough. The night-light projected soft constellations across the ceiling—tiny glowing stars and orbiting planets that Lila had insisted we install “so the dinosaurs don’t get scared in the dark and the stars can watch over Mr. Roar too.” I traced one of the larger constellations with my eyes, letting the quiet wrap around us like the softest blanket. Dante’s hand kept up those slow, soothing circles on Lila’s back, and every so often his fingers would brush mine where they rested on her shoulder, a silent conversation passing between us that ne

The world stood firm, its golden horizon glowing with the strength of their choices, its stone humming with Agnes’s song. The stars above no longer fell, their white light softened, woven into the sky like threads in a tapestry. Yet one star flickered, cold and solitary, its pulse a reminder of the Night’s final whisper: Guardians. The air was still, but it carried a weight, as if the world itself were holding its breath, waiting for the next judgment. The fracture was sealed, but the echo of the starlight hand lingered in their minds, its touch a memory that burned.

--- The stars are liars. Their light reaches me long after they've died, painting promises they'll never keep. The Shattered Star's power hums beneath my skin, a cold, celestial itch that no amount of scrubbing with marsh reeds can cleanse. Eden calls it a gift. Kael sniffs it like a pending storm. But I know the truth-it's a requiem, playing on loop.

She held Elara’s hand in her lap, thumb stroking soothing circles over her knuckles. “The stars are so beautiful tonight,” Lyra whispered, eyes reflecting the aurora above. “But you’re trembling again. Your skin feels fever-hot even in this cold tower. If the Veil of Stars is stirring those troubling dreams or making the magic press on you too heavily… I’m still right here. I trust you, Elara. We’ve watched the stars together every solstice. Whatever secret is weighing on your heart, we’ll face the remaining celebrations side by side — the grand feasts, the final rites. I won’t let anything come between us.”