Novels by Miss ink

Isabella’s POVThe scroll felt heavier than parchment had any right to be.I stood frozen in the moonlight, the edges of it curling slightly in my palm. The crimson stained wax seal pulsed faintly with warmth, as though something inside the scroll was alive. I didn’t dare open it, I couldn’t. At least not yet. Not with Rowan still struggling to stay upright beside me and the Slade brothers watching like the world might end in the next breath.Rowan collapsed fully then, his body sagging against the altar as though the shrine had drained what little strength he had left.Trenton stepped forward instinctively, but stopped short when he caught himself. His jaw clenched, his eyes sharp on Rowan, as though he wasn’t sure if saving him was still the right thing to do.Darcy crouched beside Rowan instead, checking his pulse, his voice low. “He’s stabilizing. Whatever this place is… it’s helping him.”I breathed out slowly, the scroll still pressed to my chest. The whispers had gone, but the

Isabella’s POVI cried as I checked his pulse and discovered that he wasn’t breathing. “No, moon goddess! This can’t be!”Then, as though the moon goddess could hear me, he moved his arms. The forest loomed ahead as Rowan and I walked deeper, its shadows deepened by the pale light of the moon. I raced through the underbrush, the scent of pine and damp earth filling my lungs. Behind me, Rowan stumbled, his breaths ragged, the poisoned arrow still lodged in his shoulder."Keep moving," I urged, glancing back to ensure he was still on his feet.He nodded, his face pale but determined. "The shrine... it's close." He managed to speak, he had told me about it. That it was the only place that could cure him. Branches whipped against my arms, leaving stinging welts, but I pressed on. The path narrowed, the trees closing in as if to guard the secrets beyond.Suddenly, a low growl echoed ahead. I skidded to a halt, my heart pounding. From the shadows emerged a massive wolf, its eyes glowing

Isabella’s POVThe moon hung high, casting silver light over the courtyard's cobblestones. I slipped through the shadows, the cool night air brushing against my skin, carrying whispers of secrets and impending revelations. The note burned in my pocket, its words etched into my mind. But one thing was certain in my mind: if they wanted a show, I’d give them one. I reached the center of the courtyard, where the moonlight pooled like liquid silver. The silence was profound, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl."You're early," a voice said, smooth and unfamiliar.I turned sharply, my heart pounding. Then a figure emerged from the shadows—a man with sharp features, his eyes that glowed faintly in the moonlight, and an aura that felt... otherworldly."Who are you?" I demanded, keeping my distance.He stepped closer, his hands raised in a gesture of peace. "My name is Rowan. I've been watching you, Isabella.""That's not comforting," I replied, narrowing my eyes.He chuckled softly,

Isabella’s POVThe feather seemed to pulse with dark energy, whispering secrets I couldn’t hear yet. My stomach twisted.Sienna had been here, or perhaps something had.The grand hall of Moon Crest glittered like a polished blade; cold, sharp, and deadly beneath the moonlight pouring in through its tall arched windows. I stood just beyond the threshold, my breath caught in my throat, my fingers tightening around the silken folds of my ceremonial dress. I'd been groomed and pressed into form like some ornamental offering: my curls pinned in place, a deep sapphire gown laced with silver threading to reflect the Slade colors. I was meant to belong. But every eye that turned my way whispered something else entirely.My heart stumbled a beat as the doors closed behind me, then the feast had begun.The table stretched down the center of the room like a spine; noble wolves from allied families on either side, their polished smiles hiding teeth. And at the far end sat Trenton.Alpha Trento

Isabella’s POVThe moment I slammed the door shut behind me, I pressed my back to it, my hands shaking, lungs gasping for air that felt too thin. My wolf whined low in my chest, restless, anxious, her hackles raised. The mark beneath my collarbone still pulsed, an echo of the bond flaring when I’d faced the guard, like something trying to come alive and failing.I crossed the room in two steps and yanked down the collar of my tunic, half-expecting to see something carved into my skin. But the mark remained faint, like a shadow of something not yet fully formed. It wasn’t a clear symbol, no sacred crescent, nothing but the shimmer of heat beneath flesh.“Why won’t you just—show up?” I whispered to the mark as though I was waiting for it to answer.And as if answering, the throb deepened, spreading like a bruise across my ribs. My wolf howled inside me—not from pain, but from fear.And I knew it, it was happening again.The same fear I’d felt the night my village burned. When I awoke

Isabella’s POVThe moment my hand closed around Trenton’s arm, the world seemed to go still, not only the peaceful kind of still. But the kind that holds its breath before a storm breaks. It was obvious that his skin was burning hot beneath his sleeve, the bond between us alive like a raw nerve, and I clenched my jaw to keep my voice steady.“Reject me,” I repeated, hissing, glaring up into the stormcloud gray of his eyes. “Do it now.”His body stiffened and for half a second, there was a flicker of something behind his eyes—hurt, maybe, or something even more dangerous. But then it vanished. He yanked his arm from my grasp with a force that sent me stumbling back against the wall.“You think this is a game?” Trenton snapped, his voice low but lethal. “You think just because the bond exists, we have to play along like mindless wolves?”“I never asked for this,” I shot back, “I didn’t ask to be dragged into your cursed lineage or your war, and I sure as hell didn’t ask to feel—”