Novels by emmanuelaladegboye3

Elara’s POV Setting: Forest, pre-dawnThe trees whispered warnings as we moved deeper into the forest, Darius just a few strides ahead of me. The air was sharp and cold, and every step I took felt like a gamble. My head throbbed where the wound had flared earlier, but I clenched my teeth and pressed on.We were following Mira’s scent, faint but unmistakable. Like old lavender and a trace of mint. My sister’s scent wove through the trees like a breadcrumb trail, and I followed it with a desperation that felt like it would crack my chest open.The forest swallowed sound. Only our footsteps whispered against the underbrush, Mira’s scent leading us deeper into the belly of the woods. Darius walked beside me, silent until a low branch smacked him in the face.“That branch hates you,” I said, smirking.He groaned, brushing leaves from his hair. “You’re trouble. Every time I follow you, I get bruised, bitten, or nearly killed.” I laughed, just a little. “Yet here you are again.”“Maybe I’m

DARIUS POV Setting: Forest, Pre-DawnEvery time I shut my eyes, all I saw was blood; Kain’s blood, mine, even hers. Elara. So I gave up, threw on a cloak, and stepped outside, letting the cold bite into me as I walked the narrow trail behind the castle walls.The forest was quieter than usual. No howls, no birdsong. Just silence. Still, the air held weight, like something was watching. Then I saw it. A shadow slipping between trees, swift but clumsy. The figure was cloaked, low to the ground, dressed in dark fabric like a damned assassin. But they weren’t moving like one. No grace. No wariness. Just... determined recklessness.I narrowed my eyes and followed, silent as breath. I kept to the shadows until I was close enough. Then, with one swift movement, I picked up a fallen log and struck. The figure dropped instantly with a dull thud. I stepped back, expecting a fight, a snarl, a flash of steel. Nothing. Just the faint rustle of cloth and the sound of shallow breathing.What kind o

Elara’s POVSetting: Pack Hall, evening. The fire in the hearth casts long shadows. The pack has gathered, tension thick in the air.Kain stood at the head of the room, arms folded. His voice cut through the silence his presence commanded like a blade.. The last light of dusk filtered through the high windows, painting him in half-shadow. “The Bloodfangs are mobilizing. This isn’t a raid. It’s a war bait,” he said, scanning the faces of warriors, scouts, and elders alike. “And we won’t bite without a strategy.”The pack murmured among themselves, a low current of nerves and aggression. Then his eyes found me. “Elara stays confined.”The room shifted. Whispers buzzed. I felt the weight of their stares; some sympathetic, most suspicious. “What?” I stepped forward. “You can’t just lock me away like some helpless....”“It’s not up for debate.” His voice was sharper now, cold steel in velvet. I stared at him, fury rising like a tide. “You don’t get to decide what I do.” He stepped down

Setting: Rune’s Quarters, AfternoonElara’s POVI didn’t bother knocking.The door creaked open under my touch, revealing shelves crammed with ancient scrolls, herbs strung like trophies from the ceiling, and the strong scent of sandalwood and something almost electric. Elder Rune sat cross-legged in the centre of the room, surrounded by glowing runes carved into the floor.His eyes opened slowly, too calm for someone about to be shaken by a storm.“I need answers,” I snapped, stepping into the circle without permission. “About Mira. About why I can hear Kain’s thoughts sometimes. What the hell is happening to me?”Rune tilted his head, gaze heavy with knowing. “Your sister walks a path tangled with fate. But you, Elara… you were born to break chains.”“Don’t speak in riddles,” I growled. “Tell me what you know.”He stood, tall despite his age, moving with the grace of someone who no longer answered to time. “You and Kain share a bond that is… older than you understand. It isn’t just

Setting: Training grounds, morning.POV: ElaraThe trail led nowhere. I searched every hallway, every scent, but it was like Mira’s journal page had just appeared, with no one to trace it back to. My frustration burned hotter with every step.By the time the moon dipped low and the stars began to fade into the first whispers of morning, I found myself back where it always ended—the training ground.The air was cool, the kind of still that only comes before dawn. The dummies stood silent and waiting, like they knew what I came for.I launched into the first hit, then the second, each strike sharper than the last. I kept going until my knuckles ached and my breathing turned ragged. Until the pounding in my chest had nothing to do with the punches and everything to do with fear.Fear that I was already too late.Thump. Thump. Thump.“You hit like a kitten.” I froze.His voice came from behind me— unmistakable. Darius.I turned, and there he was. Arms crossed, hair tousled like he hadn’t

Setting: Compound mess hall, dawnPOV: ElaraThe smell of roasted meat and wood smoke clung to the air as I stepped into the mess hall. It was just past dawn, but the long wooden tables were already filled with packmates, some talking in low voices, others eating in silence. All of them looked up when I entered.The moment was brief, just a flicker of recognition but I felt it like claws scraping down my spine. Eyes tracked me as I walked past. Some were filled with curiosity. Others held something colder, probably Hostility or resentment.I kept my chin high, even as the stares dug into my skin.I sat at the far end of the table, away from the crowd. A steaming bowl of broth was already waiting there—someone had placed it out for me. Darius, maybe. Or a peace offering from Kain’s side. I wasn’t sure which made me more uneasy.The whispers started almost immediately. “Is that her?” “She’s the reason Darius disobeyed the Alpha.” “No way she’s just human…”“Hey,” someone said, slidin