Astrid Peth Novels & Stories

The most physical comfort I've seen him offer anyone. Callum looks at the documents. "Petra Adair. Is she working for Pryce?" "We don't know yet," I say. "But we need to find out." Isobel has a preliminary background on Petra Adair within the hour. She lays it out on the study desk with the efficient brevity of someone who has learned to deliver bad news quickly. At this point she doesn't even surprise me. I'm used to her being so efficient Petra Adair. Thirty-one years old. Independent fundraising consultant. Moderate social profile. No obvious pack affiliation in any public record.

She had dainty gossamer wings and long pointed tips to her ears. Astrid was tall, lithe and blond. Her hair braided into several sections that all came together into one long thick braid that came over her shoulder and hung to her waist. She had the most purest pale blue eyes and her pale complexion was covered in freckles. She looked strong and fierce like a warrior but grinned with a friendly warmth as Aria shook her hand. "I am pleased to meet you." Astrid said, her European sounding accent thick. "As am I." Yolanda agreed with a matching welcoming smile as she also shook Aria's hand.

"I know this is difficult. It seems like we are demanding that you give up a pack member. But I am offering her a chance to live. To learn control. To become something more than a cautionary tale." "And what if she does not want to go? What if she chooses to stay, face whatever comes?" "Then we respect that choice. But she deserves to know the choice exists. Deserves to understand what she is before she burns for it." He was quiet for a long time. "What is her name?" I asked gently. "Astrid. Astrid Frostborn. She is... special. Kind. Too gentle for pack politics. Always preferred the forest to the fighting ring." His voice roughened. "I knew something was different about her.

She said chipperly. I was not expecting her to choose the truth of all things, but I always did encourage them to be themselves. The woman’s eyes softened, and she smiled bright. “Of course, I always knew there was something familiar and special about you.” She gracefully agreed. “I am sorry Edyth, did you just say familiar?” I asked calmly walking inside shaking off the chill. “Yes Astrid, you see I am not just in touch with nature and gardening. I am a nature fae.”

With that, he walks away. I don’t bother giving him one more look. Astrid. She is the most urgent problem that I need to solve now. A groan erupts through me and I kick the swivel chair in front of me. I don’t know what she was thinking during combat, but her moves were pathetic. I’ve seen younger wolves do better. Levi’s interest—and my dark sense of humour—was the only reason I watched that weak excuse of a fight. She’s a looker, that one.

another voice came from behind me. He wasn't alone. My mouth opened in a silent scream as four others surrounded us. They all had the same hungry look. "Let me go," I said while trying to sound brave with my shaky voice. The man leaned in and slowly began to sniff my neck. "You smell like him, the lord." "What are you talking about?" "Casper, he is marked. This one belongs to Lord Perez," he said to his cohort. They chuckled evilly, and the sound echoed off the alley walls.

Still… Astrid stared at the view count of over two million on her phone. The bar is set a bit too high now, isn’t it? Astrid jumped when her phone suddenly started ringing loudly with the devil herself on the line. With a disapproving grunt, Astrid picked up the phone. “What do you want, Dreia?” “Ouch, is that how you treat your videographer?” Dreia asked, her voice bleeding out of the phone speaker, “slash video editor, slash–” “Hold on, what the hell are you talking about?” Astrid asked, massaging her temples from the impending headache.

Adrian Louis Peterson had just entered the town after his right hours' journey, he was tired and the hunger that churned his stomach made him want to much a steak and drink a glass of wine. He is here for business and as the Alpha of the Dark moon park, he had authority. At thirty, he was a very muscular young man that blossomed with every energy a youth would have at that age, his chiseled cheeks and strong personality he had built for could not be tempered so easily.

I had a movement at first I thought it might be a fox or a alone wolf, probably something small and harmless until I heard a voice,someone trying not to be overheard I went closer. “Astrid?” I murmured under my breath. I crept closer. I could almost smell the forest floor then I heard her words.“You see, it isn’t as simple as removing her,” Astrid’s voice said. “She’s…central. More than any of them understand. Her presence, her blood, it’s active.The wards, the patrols, even Malik…they all respond to her now.”

"Are you okay?" He tries to speak. His throat works, but nothing comes out at first. I really hope he'll say no so that I can unleash some madness on this shameless bitch. I thought I'd dealt with enough bitches for the day. Guess I was wrong. Lucky bitch number three. She gets to experience a taste of my insanity. "No," Hayden grits out. Oh, hell yeah. Astrid laughs in a mocking tone. "Aw, he's just shy. Aren't you, Hades? You used to love when I—"