Novels by Ritzylex

Seraphina's POV The wind blew through all the trees, and there was no sound of any other noise except for thunder. It was a haunting experience. With the moon shining brightly on his face, Jarpy stood at the edge of the expanse. His heart raced with excitement in his chest, the fate of everything pressing against his ribs, killing him. The moment that had been anticipated before his birth was finally here. He had waited for this to happen. When darkness engulfed him, his thoughts raced back to whether he was prepared or not. What did 'em? With the wind blowing through all the trees, she stood beside him and felt a warmth and pain in his chest as Seraphine was released. Her beauty was from a bygone era, her eyes sparkling with mystery.'... The unborn twins, who were attached to her, whispered in the distance, their voices soft and tingesome like damp leaves. Despite Seraphine's serene tone, her voice had an aura of past times and futures that were yet to be written. "The future is n

Seraphina's POV We were met with a fiery air, an approaching gale in our view; yet it felt as tranquility preceding tumult. Standing beside Fabian, I felt the pressure of everything we had built. We were about to face a challenge we couldn’t have dreamed of.My eyes stared at the map, but inside, my emotions clashed ,fear, love, doubt and determination all fighting for control,we’d survive what was ahead. The rogues were no longer just a threat. An urgent and immediate danger, they had never been more threatening. However, there was a more intimate aspect of the situation beyond just the conflict, which was our relationship. A hidden power that I had held dear was now an untapped resource. Fabian and I became increasingly intimate. He appeared to be connected to all my thoughts and actions. His emotions collided with me, even from across the room, it was piercing my heart and refusing to let go. No matter how hard l try to reflect on what we had been through, the bond we shared bet

Fabian’s POV. ,The pack was heavily influenced by the weight of our choices. While in the war room, I heard a faint noise from the leaders who had assembled. I was occupied with the matter of Seraphina, the rebels, and the delicate balance between survival and solidarity. This is not who I am here for. The rushing of armor, the clanging of warriors, and the thunder of the distance all appeared to be one disjointed tremble. Revenge was a constant emotion in my life.' But my intention had changed.... It was no longer just about retaliation or what I had lost. The purpose was to ensure the safety of future generations.' It was about protecting our people, and then more importantly, about Seraphina and the legacy we were going to leave behind. I was obligated to take charge, but the price was too high for me. The pack had always been separated. Even though they had a common cause, their collaboration with Nightfall left them with haunting remnants of past battles. Trust was broken ove

Seraphina's POV,The tension in the air was so thick, I could have taken hold of it with my own hand. Every breath was a weight, the weight of our past, the weight of my new role within this world, pressing in upon me from every side. I could make out in the distance the pack getting ready for the fight ahead with the rogues the clinking of steel, the thudding of paws on the ground—but it never caught up to me. I was cut off, in a vacuum, separated from the others.I had known war. I had known sacrifice, betrayal, and loss. But this was different. I could not hide a part of myself. I was infused with magic while sleeping, the wolf in me growling and insisting on greater freedom. With his hand on his sword and his brow furrowed, Fabian looked at me as I contemplated the preparations.We were no longer just waging a war. No. It was more than that.My role in this game no longer involved me. I was the key.After the Blood Moon had ceased, everything was different. My power was so immens

Seraphina's POVThe air was thick, electric with the tension that had settled over us since the battle with the spirit. Though the curse was broken, and Fabian’s fight had ended in victory, it felt like nothing had truly been resolved. The feeling of uncertainty weighed down on me like a thick fog. We had faced something ancient, and now, that ancient presence seemed to be hunting us from the shadows.Fabian had kept his distance, his mind preoccupied with his bloodline his curse that still haunted him, even in his victory. And I... I was left to deal with my own truth. I wasn’t just the wrong bride, not just a helpless victim in the web of fate. No, I was more than that. I finally had the answer to a question that was both terrifying and liberating. I was no mere werewolf. I wasn’t even just the daughter of a powerful Alpha. I was something more something powerful. A hybrid of witch and werewolf, with abilities I barely understood.The power terrified me. It was terrifying. The more

Seraphina'sPOV. The tower appeared to be swaying towards us. Every corner was weighed down by the weight of everything we had just experienced.'... Despite breaking the curse and causing bloodshed, it didn't feel like a success. It seemed like a more serious situation was approaching. Something we hadn't prepared for. It had thick, heavy air with a persistent tension.' The curse lingered on the rocks that persisted in their presence, penetrating the walls and waiting for the perfect storm to pass. I glanced at Fabian, seeking a sense of assurance. For the first time since this was the beginning, I saw a hint of suspicion when his gaze met mine. Despite the absence of his strength, there was a weakness I had never witnessed before. He had been the protector, the unyielding defender. In that instant, he seemed just as much human as I was, filled with uncertainty and fear. My voice trembled as I whispered "Fabian..." was genuine. Are we truly free?”. He tensed his jaw and looked to