Novels by Esther M.

Gwens POVThe night air was very hard against my skin, yet I hardly noticed it. The agony and pain brushing through my body overshadowed all else the bruises, burns, and bleeding wounds. Every step felt like I was moving on a broken glass, but I couldn't afford to stop.We had escaped. Against all odds, we were alive. But we were not safe not yet.Liam could barely say anything, his complexion ghostly and his injuries worsening. He had lost too much blood. Alven hadn't said a word since we rescued him from hell, his expression dark, void and his eyes devoid of life. Xander was wounded with a deep stab in his thigh, but he pressed on, determined not to lag.I forced myself to stay strong. I had no choice; if I broke now, we would all fall apart Asap.And that was something we simply could not afford.Not now. Not yet.****We ventured deeper into the woods, branches scratching my arms while shadows showed around us. The sound of rustling leaves quickened my heartbeat. Ronan's men coul

Gwens POVTime stood still and strong, as Ronan pulled back the hood, anticipating.The dungeon air felt heavy and breathtaking more than anything else. My body shook, and my wrists were still bound with silver chains, and that was paining me, but none of that registered, not at all. Because standing in Ronan's hold was a face I never expected to see again.Xander....I inhaled sharply, my heart racing like a tornado. He seemed different older and tougher but undeniably him. His dark hair was scattered and rough, his clothes torned like rag, and there was a fresh cut on his cheek."Well, well," Ronan said, tightening his grip on Xander's arm. "Didn't see this coming tho."Xander's golden eyes moved to mine, holding an unreadable and yet knowingly emotion. "Gwen," he whispered.I barely registered his words. My head was spinning,really really spinning.What was he doing here? How had he tracked me down? And why did he come alone, this and may more questions began running through my min

Gwens POVPain had become my best and closest friend,we sleep together and do wake together.The hard walls of the dungeon pressed against my back, with the dampness and dirt in it wrapping around me like an additional layer of despair. My wrists throbbed where the silver chains gripped them, each motion sending new jolts of pain through my body like electric. We had been here for days perhaps even longer. Time had become meaningless,useless too...Liam barely said a word. His body was frail and weak, his wounds untreated. Alven... Alven hadn't spoken since that fateful night. Since everything was taken from him. He sat silently, his head bowed, breathing slowly and fast as well.Ronan had shattered us, he had destroyed us.But his torment wasn't over.When the door creaked open, I forced myself to raise my head, preparing for what was to come.Still, I wasn't prepared,not yet actually.Two guards entered first, their expressions unreadable. Ronan followed, strolling in as if entering

Gwens POVI had grown used to several pains over time. Countless beatings, suffering, betrayals, and wounds had hardened me it has really made me tough, but nothing could have prepared me for my current reality,more brutal and breathtaking.The freezing and cold walls of the cell pressed against me, my wrist still tied in silver chains like a goat and that really brushed my skin. Liam was barely awake, his head hanging low and high like a jalopy, blood dripping from his lips. Beside me, Alven sat, gasping for air, and we were all on the brink of collapse ,maybe death as well.Ronan was aware of our suffering, butterflies in his belly I think.Standing at the center of the room, arms crossed and a smirk on his face, he looked at us with delight. Selene, the woman he had introduced the night before, leaned against the door, her eyes coldly amused. Though she hadn't spoken much, I sensed she posed the greatest threat.Tina was seen standing at the corner, no longer a captive but now a si

Gwen POVPain. That was the first thing I faced.A persistent ache boiled in my head, my wrists aching from the tight ropes there tied me like I was a goat, and my shoulders were sore from remaining in one uncomfortable position for too long. I was alive. That was evident.But perhaps I wished to be otherwise because the pain was so unbearable.The last memory I had was from the battlefield: Ronan, Caius, the damages of war. Blood was everywhere. Liam was trying to breathe as Ronan's blade struck him dangerously. Alven fought three opponents at once before one delivered a devastating blow to his head. I was trying to fight, but I was simply overpowered.And now?We had been defeated....I forced my eyes open, blinking against the faint light. My vision was blurry and my throat soared. Everywhere smells funny, thick with the stench of blood, sweat, and rusted metals and boots.I was in a dungeon.Seated on the cold stone floor, my hands were tied behind me, my legs shaking from remaini

Gwen POVThe air was so heavy with the smell of blood and spoilt boots. The bodies of the treacherous bastards elders lay still on the ground like logs of wood, their betrayal met with the same violence they had plotted against me and that is brutal death. Ronan had disappeared again. He slipped from my grasp like a fleeting shadow in the air. And Tina? She was imprisoned in chains and that is where she should be, unconscious, but I knew better than to consider her defeated too strong.For a moment, I allowed myself to inhale deeply.But it wasn't over I know more things are still at stake.Not by a long shot tho....I turned to Liam and Alven, both stained with blood and dirt, breathing heavily from the fight. Their eyes met mine, filled with unspoken and unreadable questions.This had become more than a struggle for the throne.It was a fight for survival because everything now look jinxed.And I couldn't tell if we had truly triumphed in this encounter or if we had unknowlly steppe

GEMMAThe soldiers cheer at their victory and then start to round up the regular civilians who had been in the area-those who had been taken with just as much surprise as the Rebel Soldiers. With a total of three thousand, they all surrender without as much as a fight.I dare to follow the soldiers moving the people around, and find a small child ignored by all the soldiers while crying with seemingly no parents in sight. When I move towards her, she shies away until I chase hard at her running form and pick her up, wiping off the dirt and tears from her face. "Little one," I purr, trying to let her know I am safe to be with. Strangely, she finds it difficult to take the hint, and only cries even harder, tempting me to leave her alone. Something about how innocent and helpless she looks to me stops me from doing so in any case, and I rather choose to hold her in my arms and try to look for some food. With a stroke of luck on my side, my eyes find a soldier who has a number. He parts

GEMMAI feel the eyes on my back when the search for Soldier 983 begins, again."The White Crow wants to see you." The man says.I follow him, and find his sudden questions about how well I can fight almost confusing, at least until he declares that I will stay close to him while we fight. At this point, it becomes amusing-given how close he has been close to killing me himself so many times. Now, he seems to be concerned about me getting myself killed. We go back and forth over this, with him in a never-seen-before mood, before he leaves a promise to keep me safe. An approaching general cuts our conversation short, and he asks the men to light their torches. It takes a bit of time, but soon, the fire spreads from torch to torch until it reaches mine. I feel a bit of ecstasy as the orange flame licks up the tip of my torch before I turn and light the torches of the men closest to me. Every man lights his torch except Alpha Grey, who has his eyes seemingly distracted. When at last, a

ALPHA GREY With two thousand or so, we go even closer to the Northern Province. I look at the girl with me on the horse, Gemma, and wonder if I am leading her on to something that shouldn't be as my mind tracks back to that one time after we had sex and she told me she loved me. She seems to forget her place, as nothing but my concubine. I might need to remind her of it, and soon enough. She's not special. **We come to a tiny forest on the edge of the province's border.The men have been marching all night, and I know that now is the worst time to force them into attacking, so I make them rest and camp in this forest for the rest of the day, while sending scouts around to watch and make sure that no one is aware of our presence so we can launch a surprise night attack on the rebels. A number of them return soon enough and with good reports. Not a single one of them is expecting us to come in the least, and they have put their guard down.In the meantime, I call my generals to m

ALPHA GREY I liked Hailey. I hated her as well.She was the propeller for my dreams of ruling a kingdom, and without her they would hardly have come to fruition. She was content to be my Luna to everyone and a secret witch that no one knew. Yet I could not bring myself to love the fifty-six year old that sat in her body... that had brought me back to a miserable life and taken away all I could to die again. As we grew into a larger, more formidable pack, I came into contact with more females, and started having sex with as many of them as I could. Without a stable kingdom, it was hard to call it a harem, so I just met them and had sex with them as I liked.At the same time, it happened less between Hailey and I-as though she was fifty-six and possessing the perfect, sexually arousing body of a twenty-four year old, she had the same sex drive of an older woman, and could go for long without it, allowing me to engage in my infidelities as much as I wanted. It was one night that she ca

ALPHA GREY And so was Alpha Grey and his pack of nine wolves born.I still think of the number nine as my lucky number, and smile when those first days come to mind-being an Alpha of Rogue Wolves consisting of seven males and two females, including one particularly old one, and a young, juvenile one- and responsible for every one of them. Our first meeting at the rock I chose showed the orientation of these wolves after decades of lawlessness. They gathered around me in a haphazard manner, and I gave instructions to maintain order."My taking over from you means we are no longer rogues, but a new pack with laws and rules to guide us, and you will act accordingly-""What about you?" One cut in.Taken by the audacity, I turned on him with a stare, somewhat pushed by my recently gained murderous instinct to kill him. But I needed him still. If I killed too many of those who I took over, I would as well be preparing to rule a kingdom that would be filled with nothing but bones. "No one s

ALPHA GREY I sometimes find it extremely amusing to remember that at some point in very recent times, there was no Suro Kingdom, nor a White Crow, or even an Alpha Grey. There were only hundreds of packs, even more rogues, and a secret witch who had raised her werewolf from death and made him into a killing machine. Our first sex was not our last, and while we went at it, I made it clear to her that she was to expect no love from me. Ours was a relationship based on mutual benefits. I wanted to be King, and she wanted to hide her witchcraft while being Luna over some place, as witches were generally hated and barred from anything once found out by other werewolves. With these agreements in place, we spent our last days in the room in the tree.The day came, too, that we left, and she did everything in preparation. Changes of clothes, food, and some more essentials. Then I started out, and together we made our way through a thick forest. From the very moment we stepped foot in, I kne