Written In The Stars A Novel Novels & Stories

The Song of the Stars The night was vast and endless, a dome of shimmering constellations spread across the horizon like a celestial tapestry. The cool breeze carried with it the scent of wildflowers and the whisper of leaves, a symphony that seemed to echo the stillness that followed the storm of recent events. Lyra stood at the cliff’s edge, her cloak dancing with the wind as she gazed into the distance where the first traces of dawn began to paint the horizon in hues of violet and gold.

What if my father's secrets hid a terrible darkness that could unravel everything I knew about myself? With the moon as my silent witness, I took an internal oath to embark on a journey of self-discovery. The stars above, who used to comfort me with their distant brightness, now seemed to whisper about hidden truths and unrevealed mysteries. The stars, who once comforted me with their distant brightness, now seemed to call for me, instigating me to unravel their secrets. I would answer your call, because it was within the vastness of the night sky that the answers were hidden.

Colors you couldn't even name drifted by slowly. You could see familiar and new star patterns, all of space brought to life high above the city. But that wasn't what stopped me completely. The stars were wrapped in my code. It was my writing. Shadow_Cipher's creation. Lines I had written a long time ago, when I was in a bad place. It was super complicated, and I never showed it to anyone, or put it out there, or let it be anywhere but my own secret computers. Displayed across the night sky like it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

There were many waiters but no other diners. “It’s not very popular in here on a Sunday morning,” she ventured. “I reserved the whole place,” Gabriel said, sounding bored as he opened the menu. “Why?” “I wanted you to be comfortable.” He closed the menu. “What would you like?” With a sigh, she opened her menu. It was written in English and French. This place was entirely too coldly elegant, she thought. Looking out the window with longing, Calleigh saw locals and tourists crowding a colorful street market.

Soon, I left the York residence and spent the night at a hotel. The next morning, Zachary woke me up with a call. He barked an order, telling me to bring them breakfast and birth control pills. I hung up on him at once. That afternoon, I returned to the York residence to pack my things. Zachary was eating in a robe at the dining table. His chest was bare, marked all over with scratches. I didn't need to guess how their night had gone. Without a word, I walked toward the stairs. Suddenly, a glass shattered at my feet.

They said King Alaric was a stone monster who ate the lives of his brides. But then I heard Leo’s scream as the wagon started to move. I didn't have a choice. I ran to the back of our small hut and pulled up a loose floorboard. Hidden underneath was a small spool of golden thread. It wasn't normal silk. It glowed with a soft, warm light. It was the Starlight thread, the source of my illegal magic. In Solvalla, weavers like me were hunted. If the King found out what I was, he wouldn't marry me. He would hang me.

“Then I’ll follow you. Into shadow. Into starlight. Always.” The words struck her deeper than any blade. She swallowed hard, then stepped forward into the ancient passage. The air inside was cool, tinged with something metallic, almost electric. The walls were carved with constellations that shimmered faintly, lighting their way. Serenya brushed her fingers along the etched stars, and each one glowed brighter at her touch. “They awaken for you,” Kaelen whispered in awe. Her heart raced. “Maybe… or maybe they awaken for anyone with the blood of the Starborn.”

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.”

Anna’s POV “We are here” his voice rang through my head and the words reverberated inside my chest. I had never felt so scared in my life. I looked around at the crowd of people on the streets. The air was cold and humid as though it wasn't even September yet. I looked up and the stars were scattered across the sky, almost like they were just hanging out there to watch us. The moon hung over everything like a big crescent moon that glistened with silver liquid.

"I know who murdered my sister. It's Seariel. And I want him to rot behind bars like Levi. Rishel, help me." My eyes narrowed at what I heard. I'm not too surprised because I know stars are really sinful. I was so blinded by their brilliance that I didn't see the dark secret they were keeping. They sinned. But who am I to condemn? I have a fair share of sin as well. It's like having sex outside of marriage and idolizing the stars. It's just sad and the majority has made sin a trend. That's why many believe that it's okay to commit mistakes when in fact it's not.