Whimsical Star Novels & Stories

"We walked across the camp hand in hand. It was almost pitch black as we picked our way across the slightly damp grass from the short downpour earlier in the day. Brodie’s head was in the clouds, quite literally, as he stared up at the stars. He stopped dead out of nowhere, forcing me to do likewise. He pointed up at the sky before looking back down at me to check that I was following his gaze, before returning it to the inky sky. 'Do you see the stars there? The triangle makes up the head.' He moved his finger across the sky as though he were painting the stars himself. 'There’s the body and the legs.'" “I see it.” Honestly, I nearly understood the way people could see shapes in the stars,

One sunny afternoon, as Liam and Jake enjoyed a leisurely stroll through a bustling city park, they stumbled upon a small outdoor art exhibition. Intrigued, they decided to explore the vibrant display of paintings and sculptures. As they admired the artwork, Liam's eyes were drawn to a particular painting—a mesmerising portrait of a mysterious woman with striking resemblance to Jake. The artist, a young and talented painter named Lucas, approached them, beaming with pride at his creation. "Ah, I see you've noticed my latest masterpiece," Lucas exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "This painting is inspired by the beauty and complexity of human relationships.

I didn’t realize how badly I’d wanted that kind of connection. Star whistled. “Seriously. I don’t know what’s going on with feral shifters, but I’ve never seen this much goo.” “Goo?” I asked. “Sentimentality,” she said. “Yeah, we’re pretty awful,” I agreed. “Maybe we should just do the spell and move on?” “Please, and thank you,” Star said. “There’s a gazebo through here that will be perfect.” How about that, there was a white gazebo nestled in a circle of trees. The river that flowed from the waterfall ran around the back of it, making it possibly the most peaceful looking place I’d ever seen. “Do you still have fairies living here? Cause this place is magical.”

It was one of Primus’ favorites, a wedding gift from the Celestials to the Imperial City upon the marriage of their monarchs. Rather than growing in contained places, the Starfire jasmine is blooming everywhere, almost like a weed rather than an intentional plant. They are even more beautiful for their wildness, climbing the surfaces of buildings and covering the ground like clover. Some flowers are so fine that they seem to glow bright blue in the sunlight as if illuminated from within. This is Primus’ work. He’s the only earth dragon powerful enough to bring this much life to so much devastation in so little time. Maybe the blooming flowers are a sign that he is still in there, trapped wit

One of the maids carefully helped me into it while the other fixed my hair. “You look beautiful, Luna,” one whispered. I almost corrected her. The pack hardly saw me as their Luna. But I didn't correct her I love the sound of it, I can't wait to be bonded to my mate. But before I could speak, the door opened again. Ethan Reid, Arnold youngest sibling walked in lazily. Unlike Arnold, Ethan carried warmth naturally. His calm eyes moved over me before he grinned. “Well,” he drawled. “My brother is officially blind.”

As a Beta it was natural to want to protect and care for your Luna, but since she isnt a wolf, I had no idea what she felt. Only her actions could prove her loyalty to us. "Star is physically fine, for now. This morning she woke up in what some would call a panic attack. She had a dream that she was a elite warrior named Helga, from the war with the witches at the Opal Moon Kingdom." Ivy looked relieved to hear Star was okay but she still listened to me intently. "Star said this powerful witch appeared in front of her and told her she was coming for Star and would take the world down with her. This witch was in her 30s with long black, curly hair. Star said her eyes were blue and she wore a

Grimm pointed at a white speck plummeting from the heavens, leaving a milky tail glowing in its wake. "Esmerelda says if you make a wish upon such a falling star 'twill be granted." "Did you wish just now?" "Tinker talk," Hawk scoffed. "Foolish romantic non- sense for dreamy-eyed lasses." Of course he'd wished. Every time he'd seen a falling star lately. Always the same wish. After all, the time was nearing. "Well, I'm trying it," Grimm grumbled, not to be swayed by Hawk's mockery. "I wish..."

“Yes, such a lovely gift I’m blessed with. It is very honorable to become a wraith of mine. Right as the host dies I collect their meager little souls and give them a new purpose.” “How can they join the stars without their soul?” I utter completely flabbergasted. His smile broadened, “They don't. If my wraith dies then the spirit is released and they join said stars.” He waved his hand as if waving the thought away. “My Love how are you faring?” I swallowed unable to dismiss the idea of those poor spirits locked away from the afterlife. “I… I’m well. The view is lovely here.” I changed topics quickly.

Starshine burst from his hand and I watched my leg mend itself. With a final pat to my leg, he rose to his feet and walked away. The cheery tune he whistled stuck in my brain. I waited until the stars emerged in the night sky. When they were at their brightest, I merged with my body. The pain of violation was worse in the absence of physical pain. He always washed the physical away with his spell. Bathed my body in starshine to erase the marks of his abuse. I was going to escape. Leave this godsdamned village, this godessblasted village. Soon.

Tattoos adorned his arms, celestial patterns that seemed to echo the cosmic symphony that accompanied his every movement. His soul, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, promised excitement and unpredictability. Caleb's gaze held a fervor that mirrored the blazing stars—a promise of a love that burned with an intensity that transcended the ordinary. In the celestial ballet of hearts, he was the wild comet, leaving a trail of passion in his wake.