All Chapters of The Heartless Astral: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

While my sister consummated her marriage with my husband, I lost the child in my womb as my elder brother locked me in the woodshed.My mother cheerfully carried two cups of celebratory wine to the bridal chamber, while my father reverently lit scented candles meant to stir passion.As the sounds of intimacy rose and fell from the room, the whole family sighed in relief. Only I sat in the woodshed, watching the pool of blood beneath me grow larger and laughing until tears streamed down my face."I want to return to the Astral Sanctuary," I cried.I was not an ordinary mortal but an Astral Maiden undergoing a trial.My descent had brought me to the Earl's residence, a family on the verge of ruin, where I became the eldest daughter—a title as useless as dust.Seraphine, the Mother of Heavens, pitied my suffering in the mortal world and allowed me to awaken half my astral power in a dream.When my father, Leopold Ashthorn, had his career sabotaged by Estateins and was left teeterin

Marcus stared at me in disbelief, unable to fathom how indifferent I seemed. With the eyes of the crowd fixed on him, he had no choice but to draft the separation letter.I took the document without hesitation and immediately went to the Magistrate's Office to file it.…By the next day, the paperwork was finalized, and our divorce was official.Marcus stood tall and proud outside the Magistrate's Office, his red-rimmed eyes glaring at me."Elara, don't think the Ashthorn family will take you back. You have nowhere to go. I'll be waiting for you to come crawling back!”I scoffed, refusing to dignify his words with a response. Turning on my heel, I marched directly toward the Ashthorn Estate.My elder brother, Gareth, had already caught wind of my arrival. His soldiers stood stationed outside the gates, their presence a clear warning to keep me out."Look at yourself!" he barked, his tone cutting."The eldest daughter of a Marquis, jealous of her own sister—cutting off your hai

Juliana's eyes flickered with panic as she quickly shut the door to the ancestral hall behind her. "Why are you here, hubby?" she asked, her voice soft and sweet.Marcus hesitated, his expression complicated.After a moment of thought, he handed her the silk bag he was carrying. "Forget it. You take it to her. Given her temper, she won't listen to me anyway."Tell her this: if she changes her mind and wants to come back, even without a title, the Blackwells can still afford to take care of her."Without waiting for a response, he turned and left.Juliana stood there, clutching the silk bag, before letting out a cold laugh.She opened the door again and stepped into the ancestral hall. "Elara, weren't you supposed to be an Astral Maiden? Look how pathetic you are now. A high-quality wig from Fausthaven Studio, wasted on this pile of rotting flesh."She tore open the silk bag, pulled out the wig, and flung it carelessly into the pool of blood.Then, she began casting spells ove

I watched coldly as Marcus' grief spiraled into madness.With a flick of my hand, the brilliance of his Heart of Astral Clarity faded, leaving him the dull-witted man he had once been.He fumbled clumsily with the blood-soaked bag, spilling its contents as he knelt in the gore.Upon seeing what lay within, he collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. "Astral Maiden, oh, Astral Maiden, I'm sorry… Please come back… Please…"Everyone had forgotten that, without the astral power I had bestowed, the brilliant top scholar was nothing more than a simple-minded fool.The gathered soldiers, physician, and palace servants all witnessed the eerie scene.Terrified, they fled the cursed Ashthorn Estate, muttering about its sinister aura.Though I had reclaimed much of my astral power, it was still not enough to reach the full five portions.The largest reservoirs of my stolen power were, predictably, Marcus and Juliana, whose union had accelerated the drain.Sensing her advantage fad