Novels by emmanuelaladegboye3

Elara's POVI didn’t even think. The moment Darius staggered through the castle doors with Kain slung over his shoulder, bloodied and broken, I ran to them.Kain looked… destroyed. His skin was torn where silver had kissed it, deep gashes trailing down his chest, blood soaking into every inch of him. His head hung low, limp, and for the first time since I met him, he looked small. Mortal.“He needs water,” I said, my voice cracking. “Bandages. Fire—he’s freezing.”I didn’t realise Darius was still standing there, watching us. Watching me. But I felt it.His presence was heavy, dark and quiet in a way that made the back of my neck prickle. When I finally glanced up, his eyes were unreadable and distant, like something inside him had cracked open. He didn’t say a word. Just stood there while I worked, while I whispered Kain’s name, and tried to stop the bleeding. The air between us was thick with something unspoken.I could feel it building. And I hated it because I didn’t know what it

Darius POVMy limbs were still trembling from the pain. The chains may be gone, but the ache lingered in my bones, I need to save my brother. After he threw me in that cell like a traitor. He’s still my blood. And he's walking straight into a trap.Kain had existential beef with the Nightfall Pack. That much, I knew. The tension between them had been a ticking time bomb; territorial disputes, border raids, blood spilled over who ruled what. Kain and the Nightfall Alpha were two wolves cut from the same cloth: ruthless and unwilling to yield. For them, there would be no peace—only death.But this… this wasn’t about territory anymore. Elara’s sister, Maya, wasn’t taken by the Blackthornes. She was taken by Nightfall.They staged it; planted the clues, left the scent trails, even dropped the necklace Kain had given Elara for her sister. All of it designed to frame the Blackthornes. Because they knew Kain would bite. Knew he’d charge in headfirst, blinded by rage, haunted by our mother’s

Elara's POVThe only thing I could do was go back. Back to Darius… maybe even Kain. As much as I hated the idea, I needed help. Real help. Someone who knew the kind of darkness that might’ve taken Maya. I made up my mind, I’d retrace my steps. Go back to the woods, to where I escaped. Look for signs or left trails or anything that could tell me if they came after her too.There was no way in hell I was sitting still while my sister was out there; somewhere. I’d be out there too, hunting for answers, tearing through the trees if I had to. But I knew one thing for sure: I couldn’t do it alone. I remembered the old stories. Whispers in hushed voices. Silver, they said. Silver or holy water. They fend off wolves. Demons. Whatever the hell those creatures are.I grabbed a small bottle of holy water from the drawer where I kept my old church stuff. Just in case. And then, I reached for the silver cross necklace on the floor, the one I gave maya. The second my fingers closed around it, pain

Elara's POVThe door creaked open again, and I braced myself for him. But it wasn’t Kain.He stepped inside slowly, hands raised like I was some kind of cornered animal. There was something gentler in the way he moved. His eyes, a deep stormy gray, didn’t burn like Kain’s. They searched mine. “I’m not here to hurt you,” he said, voice low, like he knew loud noises might shatter me. “My name is Darius.”I didn’t respond. My fists were still clenched, even though the ropes were gone. He crouched to my level, not daring to come too close. “You’re no rogue,” he continued softly. “And most importantly… you’re not supposed to be here.” I swallowed hard. My throat still burned from screaming. “Tell that to your brother.”“You’re safe with me,” he said. And for some reason… I believed him. He offered a hand which i stared at in hesitation. Then I reached out and let him help me to my feet. His palm was warm which made my skin tingle where he touched it, and my heart kicked against my ribs.I

DARIUS' POV I heard the screams last night; sharp, desperate sounds that sliced through the silence like a blade. There’d been some scraping too, and low growls. Kain must’ve caught another rogue. That’s how he handles things: brutal and no room for questions. He and I don’t see eye to eye on… well, anything. He rules with blood and dominance, and I.. well, let’s just say I believe in leaving a little room for mercy. This morning, the compound is quiet again, unnervingly so. The torches outside the holding chamber are still burning low, casting flickers of orange across the stone. I should ignore it, keep my head down like always. But something pulls at me. A scent. Faint, yet impossible to miss. It lingers in the air like an unfinished song, something wild and electric. Not just wolf, not just human but like something in between. My pulse stutters. Kain wouldn't have captured a half-blood. Would he? I follow the scent, deeper into the corridor, past the guards who nod a

The hills are unusually quiet today. There have been rumors of werewolf sightings near the border. I don’t believe it. No one has ever seen a werewolf before, but the fear is enough to keep people indoors.I rub my palms together. The evening sun is sinking behind the hills. I wouldn’t have come out here alone, but Rusty has gone out to the woods since day break, it's almost 6pm, and he's not back yetThe last time I saw him, he was chasing a squirrel into the trees.Three hours later, my throat was raw from shouting his name, and the woods had turned into a labyrinth of shadows. The fading sunlight did nothing to calm my nerves especially when the howls started.Not coyotes. Something deeper. Something… wrong.I should’ve turned back.But then I heard a whimper.“Rusty?” I crashed through the underbrush, leaves slapping my faceAnd frozen. There, in a clearing, my golden retriever was crouched low, his tail tucked between his legs. Standing over him was… "What the hell is that?" It