Novels by G.C. Oscar

Chapter 13I focused on each light footfall, the soft crunch of gravel beneath my feet, as we left the house. My aunt led the way, her steps gentle, while I trailed behind, a mix of nerves and uncertainty swirling in my stomach like a restless storm. I would meet Alec and his parents. My parents would meet Alec's parents. The weight of all the negative outcomes hung heavy in the air, thick as the scent of blooming jasmine that wafted from the garden.The exiled Christina would have to go back to the Celestial Moon pack without answers. My aunt's voice broke the silence, "Rowan, my, you are still here?" She sounded surprised, but a hint of warmth laced her tone."Yes, somehow I am." Rowan smiled, then frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took me in. "Is Christy okay?"My aunt's head turned back gently to study me, her gaze piercing, before she threw the question to me. "Christy, are you okay?"Was I okay? My heart hammered against my ribs, a painful thump. A thousand what-ifs pa

The sound of approaching footsteps pulled me out of my wandering thoughts. My wolf perceived Aunt Leila and I straightened slightly as she came into view. She seemed neutral and it brought a pang to my chest. Did he say no? My feet rose before she got to me.“Aunt?”She stopped in front of me, her gaze settling on my face in a way that felt a little more observant than before, like she was trying to read something beneath what I was showing. She became so serious that I was worried.Did he say no?For a moment, she didn’t speak.And that silence stretched just enough to make me aware of how much I was waiting.“He agreed to speak with a witch on your behalf,” she said at last.Relief came quickly, almost instantly—loosening something in my chest that I hadn’t realised had been so tense.But it didn’t settle fully.Because of course, it wouldn’t be that simple.“There’s a condition.”The words didn’t surprise me. If anything, they felt expected.Still, I found myself drawing in a s

I walked out uncertain.All done? For now, I guess. Aunt, is it hard to meet with a witch?A witch?She looked at me, her eyes furrowed in a thoughtful expression.“Christy… why are you asking about witches?”I hesitated for a moment, then shrugged lightly. “It’s just something I came across in the library.” “A book?” she asked.I nodded. “About Moon Calling. It seems they perform better Moon Callings, they are more attuned to nature so they might have an explanation.”Her steps slowed just a little. “Oh,” she said quietly.I glanced at her. “Is it strange to want to talk to witches?”“No,” she replied, shaking her head. “Not strange. Just… not something people talk about often.”That only made me more curious.“So, is it hard to meet a witch?” I asked.She let out a small breath, like she was considering how to answer.“Not exactly hard,” she said. “But not very common either.”“So it’s possible?”She gave a small nod. “Yes. Graham might know one or two. And Adaira… her pack ha

"Surprise!!!" I yelled opening the door with a flourish. "No surprise there, Christy. We see you nearly every week." Such dampening words. "Don't be a downer Nolan." My good cousin Andy still missed me at least. "I'm surprised Christy."Bending down a little, I patted her brown hair. "Thank you, Andy." She walked to my side and we walked together. "I didn't think you'd come this early. What happened?" "I wanted to surprise you." "Mom!" Nolan called out. I turned to her too "Aunt Leila." "Christy you're early today. But that's good. Very good. Remember I told you we have a werewolf community in Oslow here. Well, I forgot to mention that we have one of the biggest libraries on werewolves." "I'll introduce you to more werewolves in Oslow too. We have books on other supernatural beings too, vampires, witches, fae, elves, and so many other beings in their different realms. We are meeting today. Would you like to come?" "Yes thank you, Aunt." "Mom can we come too?" Al

Three weeks into the semester, I had developed a routine.Mornings began with coffee and textbook reading at the library. My roommates were three other girls who were okay, I guess.Linda was an engineering major who stayed up past midnight, her desk lamp always the last one on. Taylor, a med student, woke before everyone else, her alarm cutting through the room at 5 a.m. sharp.And then there was Kira… I still didn’t know what she studied, but she sang. A lot. Softly sometimes, like a hum under her breath, and other times loud enough to fill the entire room.I didn’t mind. She was good.It made the space feel… lively.I usually had breakfast at a diner or read at the library, absorbing information about memory formation, cognitive development, and the biological bases of behavior.Classes filled my afternoons. Introduction to Psychology on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Research Methods on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Each lecture added new layers to my understanding, new questi

I was too stunned to speak so I settled on a whisper. "I got in" "What?" Andy leaned forward. "What did you say?""I got in." Louder this time, my voice cracking on the words. "I got in!""You got in!" Andy shrieked, launching herself across the table so forcefully that we both nearly toppled over. Her arms wrapped around me, squeezing tight enough to bruise, and I didn't care because I was laughing and crying at the same time and nothing had ever felt so good."I knew you would," Alexis said, appearing beside us with a knowing smile. "Psychology suits you, Christy. You're a good listener."My aunt wiped tears from her eyes when I showed her the full email. My uncle clapped me on the shoulder and said, "Welcome to the next chapter of your life."That night, I called home."Mom, I'm going to study psychology."Her pause lasted only a heartbeat, but I felt it. "That's wonderful, honey. I'm so proud of you.""Thanks, Mom.""Your father and I always knew you'd find your path." There