Novels by Jan s Urner

Beneath the Moon's OathThe forest was unnaturally silent.No chirping insects. No whisper of leaves.Just the soft, uneven rhythm of Cassia’s breath as she stood at the edge of the ancient altar ruins, staring at the glowing runes pulsing beneath her feet. The energy made her skin hum, like static electricity dancing across her bones.“You shouldn’t be here,” a voice warned from behind her.Cassia didn’t flinch. “I didn’t come here for your permission, Killian.”Killian stepped into the clearing, the moonlight catching the sharp lines of his jaw and the wild gold in his eyes. His expression was unreadable—too calm, which meant he was barely suppressing the storm brewing beneath his skin.“I told you the elders put a ban on this place. It’s sacred.”“It’s answers,” she shot back. “I’m done waiting for yours.”He moved closer, his presence an overwhelming force that twisted the air between them. She wanted to hate the way her heart responded to him, to the way his scent—leather, pine,

Beneath the Blood MoonThe moon hung low, swollen and red like an open wound in the sky. Shadows danced across the stone courtyard of Blackthorn Keep, and the air smelled of smoke and secrets.Kael’s hand didn’t leave her lower back as he guided her past the watchful guards. It wasn’t possessive—it was protective. Fierce. Like he was afraid that if he let go, someone would snatch her away.Eva felt it too.The tremble in the earth beneath their boots wasn’t just from the rumble of thunder overhead. Something was shifting. Something primal. And it was crawling just beneath Kael’s skin.Inside the war chamber, the generals were already waiting.Kael didn’t release Eva until she was seated beside him. Not at the far end of the room. Not among the concubines or advisors. But beside him.An equal.“Report,” Kael barked.The eldest general, a scarred man named Garrick, stepped forward. “We found another scouting party slaughtered. Throats ripped out. Eyes burned. The Eastern boundary has be

The Enemy’s MarkThe air in the manor was thick with silence, but not the peaceful kind. It was the kind that came just before a storm—charged, tense, ready to shatter.Celia sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers clenched tightly in her lap. She could still hear Lucien’s voice in her head, from the night before—dark, protective, almost frantic.“You’re not safe here.”She’d felt the weight behind those words, not just in his tone but in the way he’d stood guard outside her door all night. He hadn’t said anything else. He didn’t need to.A part of her wanted to ask—what was out there? Who was he protecting her from?But a bigger part of her knew the answer would ruin whatever thin thread of normalcy she was clinging to.A knock on the door startled her.Before she could answer, it opened.It was Lucien.Dressed in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, veins visible, jaw tight. There was blood on his knuckles.“Get dressed,” he said. His voice was like gravel. “We’re leavi

The Bullet Between BrothersThe gunshot exploded like thunder inside the war room.Eva's scream ripped from her throat as her body instinctively lunged forward, reaching out blindly between the two men she loved most and feared losing the same. Smoke curled from the barrel of the pistol in Aidan’s hand, and for a split second, the world seemed to freeze.Then—Lucien staggered back, clutching his arm.Blood.Not fatal, but enough to make her knees buckle.“Aidan!” she shrieked, turning to him, her voice thick with disbelief. “What the hell are you doing?”He didn’t lower the gun.Didn’t blink.His stance was still, hard, and cold. The years that separated them—the childhood games, the silent protectiveness, the laughter—had been replaced by something she didn’t recognize.“Get away from him, Eva,” Aidan growled, eyes locked on Lucien. “He’s been lying to you. He’s using you to get to our father.”Lucien’s eyes narrowed, his good arm reaching behind him to draw a knife Eva hadn’t notice

Blood Between the VowsThe silence in the car was thick enough to choke on.Eva stared out the window as the city lights bled into the darkness, her fingers twitching in her lap. Beside her, Lucien gripped the wheel, jaw locked tight. Neither had spoken since they left the penthouse. Not after that kiss. Not after the chaos of raw need that nearly tore through both of them.She hated how her body still ached for him.Hated more that she didn’t hate him enough to make the ache stop."You could’ve told me," she finally said. Her voice was soft. Too soft for the war inside her.Lucien didn’t look at her. "Told you what?""That my father made a deal with you. That this whole marriage was blood-bought. That you—" Her voice cracked. "—you knew I was just a pawn."His fingers flexed on the wheel. "I didn’t ask for a pawn, Eva. I asked for you.""You asked for a wife.""I asked for you," he said again, turning to face her at a red light. His eyes burned. "I didn’t care about the last name. I

The Monster’s BloodThe throne room doors slammed open.Smoke spilled in first.Then came the figure—tall, cloaked in black, blood red armor glinting beneath fur-lined shoulders. His eyes glowed the same color as the fire Elira had just unleashed—gold licked with crimson.Not just power.Ancient.Twisted.Hybrid.Valen.But he wasn’t the man she’d met in the dark council chamber. Not anymore.This version had fangs.Kael pushed in front of her, claws unsheathed, the beast under his skin close to the surface.“Get behind me.”Elira’s voice trembled. “I… I don’t think hiding’s going to help.”Valen stepped through the smoke, barefoot on stone.“Kael, Kael, Kael,” he said softly. “Still clinging to the fantasy that you can protect her.”“I don’t need fantasy,” Kael growled. “I have her.”Valen tilted his head, a cruel smile playing at his lips.“And for how much longer?”A gust of wind blew through the broken doorway.Elira blinked—and Valen vanished.Kael turned sharply—Too late.Valen