Yuma Astral Novels & Stories

I said. "Nobody knows if Lucifer has a son. What about Lana? Is she alive?" I asked. "No, she died," Master Yung mumbled and then turned his head to looked me in the eyes. "You are a special destiny. Never forget that. Your name being Destiny has a good reason. You also share the same powers as Lana," he added. As I heard those words, everything became confusing. I couldn't seem to understand why I felt like I had something to do with this storyline, or if I was Lana herself. But I knew one thing for sure - I was destined for something big.

I used my air magic, so I lift the ash's off the ground and then I used earth to make a whole in the ground and place the ash's in the hole and cover it back up. Then we all go for some rest. In the morning the rain is coming down, so fast that you can hardly see through it. I look at Arizer and he is carving something and when I have a look I am gobsmacked. It is the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a mixture of symbols for witches, wolves, elves and vampires all blended with swirls and flowers. It says in the middle "Here lies the bravest men and women I will ever meet. They deserve to rest in peace. Asher Evans, sacrificed himself for the good of the world."

j " Beta what the hell was that attack from. There hasn't a attacks in 4 years." " Yes Alpha. I have connected the Delta so far there has been attacks that have spread from Texas toward the pack. So far we haven't found anything that could connect Rose to it all." replied T.j

Amy The full moon hangs high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow through the window of my apartment. Elias and I stand together, the anticipation building as midnight approaches. "I've always wondered if this is when you turn into a wolf," I say, half-jokingly, but there's something in my wrds that hints at a truth beneath the surface. Elias chuckles, his eyes gleaming with understanding. "Not quite, but the urge is stronger around the full moon. Don't worry, though. I'm in control."

Darius added with a mysterious smile, "his Luna is something else. But I'll let you find that out for yourself." John's was intrigued by Darius's cryptic remark. As they neared their destination, John couldn't shake the anticipation of finally meeting Alistair's Luna. He was eager to exchange experiences, seek advice, and perhaps find a sense of camaraderie in someone who shared the weight of Luna duties.

“Are you really Knox’s mate, or are you just playing some kind of game?” Lydia blinked, stunned by the bluntness of the question. “Excuse me?” Ella tilted her head. “You heard her. It’s just a little hard to believe that Knox would have a mate. Especially someone like you.” “Well, do you expect him to be mateless? I can’t blame you, and if you think I’m some kind of ride-along, then I guess you’re wrong. We are a mate-blessed bond from the Moon Goddess. I’m sorry—there’s nothing you can do.” Lydia threw in the remark, which earned a scowl. She knew she’d hit the spot, but they were at a party, so obviously, they could do nothing.

With a steadying breath, Aqua placed her hands over her heart and concentrated, allowing her thoughts to drift like leaves carried on the wind. “Mom… Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling yet resolute. “If you can hear me, please, I need you.” A tingling sensation enveloped her as the air thickened with energy, crackling around her like static electricity. The room dimmed, shadows shifting as if responding to her call. In that moment, she felt a pull—a gravitational force drawing her inward, deeper into the essence of the universe. “Let me hear you,” she urged, pouring her heart into her words. “I’m ready.”

The astral dialogues carried us through divergent paths, each step echoing through the astral expanse. Amidst the astral dialogues, a connection blossomed—an unspoken understanding that transcended the confines of words. The guide, a silent witness to our astral journey, nodded approvingly. "The astral dialogues are the language of the cosmos, and in their harmonies, you shall find the keys to your destinies." The nexus, a crossroad of astral dialogues, awaited our choices, poised to shape the cosmic narrative in ways yet to be written.

I picked up a shard and pressed it to my skin, carving into my flesh. In this kingdom, even without a disowning deed, a child who cut their own bones and flesh may sever ties with their parents. Blood pooled around me, and the room spun as darkness crept in. Through the haze, a voice filled with pity echoed in my ears. "Congratulations, Elara the Astral Maiden. You have severed all mortal ties. Your astral power will now be fully restored. Prepare to return to the Astral Sanctuary." Outside, an alarmed voice shouted, "Has Elara admitted her mistakes yet? What's that smell of blood?"