Novels by Gracious Miracle

Ember's POV This time around, I woke up with the soft feeling of silk on my skin. It wasn't the itchy, cold dungeon floor or the damp, rotten smell of earth mixed with blood…but real, fragrant silk, heavy and warm which had his faint scent…. Zane's. I tried moving, but the throbbing in my body kept me down. I didn't even remember being touched there, my thighs clenched, quivering as though his fingers still lingered on them. I could still feel the collar locked around my neck, still biting deep into my flesh like a leash I could never get rid of. And across my skin, there were still traces of dried blood which had escaped Zane's gaze when cleaning me up. And my cunt…it clenched and ached, but not with pain. Finally, I opened my eyes properly as grey, inviting light filled the room through those tall windows. Zane's bed was huge, majestic. I scanned the wall, a polished, ancient looking dagger was hanging on the wall like a trophy and although he wasn't present, everything reeked

Ember's POV I tried to move. Couldn’t.Pain.Everywhere.Not sharp anymore. Not screaming. But a dull, rotting ache that hummed under my skin, echoing in my bones like I’d been dipped in acid and left to dry in it.My body was cold, soaked in it—blood, sweat, cum, dirt. I didn’t even know whose anymore. My thighs were sticky. My cunt raw. My mouth dry.The rune I carved burned softly against my chest like a dying ember. Not enough to save me. Just enough to remind me I hadn’t died.Yet.The door slammed open.I flinched, jerking what little strength I had to curl into myself.“Get her,” a voice barked—Lucien’s right hand. I didn’t even catch his name. Just the way he dragged me last time, laughing when my skin tore open against the stone.Two guards rushed in, boots heavy against the floor, and I barely had time to scream before their hands were on me.Rough. Uncaring. One grabbed my arms. The other took my ankles. My body lifted, limp and broken, blood trailing behind me like a twis

Ember's POV I woke up with a start, coughing, choking on my own saliva and the gruesome taste of stale blood down my throat. It felt like a punishment which I could never get rid of…. a punishment that could never end, no matter what. My body shuddered, my hands trembling as I gripped the parchment I half shredded unknowingly in my sleep. I gulped hard, searching my cot and thankfully, the blade from earlier was tucked under there. As I moved up, my ribs ache badly from the kick I had received from Kaela earlier, my thighs still burning from Lucien's whip. And my heart….my heart clenched tightly, aching and beating vigorously in my chest, not sure if it should keep pushing forward or explode. And just as I was still twisting and grunting in pain, I heard the cell door slowly open, but I didn't bother to look up because even before I saw the face, I recognised who it was. That scent which reeked of rotten flesh drenched in rose oil …Kaela. She sashayed her hips towards me as she

Ember's POV The world yanked me from sleep with steel and fire.I woke to the sting of cold shackles snapping tight around my wrists, yanking my arms over my head until I was strung up like a sacrifice. A groan clawed its way out of my throat, but the guards didn’t flinch. They dragged me barefoot down stone halls until dawn’s first breath painted the courtyard in blood-orange light.The Moon Fang pack waited like wolves scenting meat.I was the fucking meat.Lucien stood at the center of the circle. His white shirt was rolled at the sleeves, silver-tipped whip already in his hand. Kaela lounged on a column, legs crossed, bored and gleeful all at once, her eyes glinting with venom.And behind the crowd—he stood.Zane.Half in shadow, face carved in stone. But I saw him.Lucien smiled as he walked toward me, twirling the whip with one hand."Today’s lesson is obedience. Fail, and I offer your corpse to the rogues.”I didn’t respond. My voice was somewhere buried beneath days of pain,

Ember’s POVThe blood was dry by morning. Crusted in thin, flaking ridges across my palm, under my nails, and smeared like warpaint across the floor where I’d scrawled their names.Zane.Lucien.Kaela.Each one an oath. Each letter a curse.And when the cell door creaked open, and that familiar scent of leather and rot curled into the room like smoke, I didn’t look up. Didn’t blink. Didn’t tremble.Lucien’s boots stopped inches from where I crouched. His voice was honeyed venom.“I leave you alone for one night and this is what you do?” he drawled. “Bleed love letters to ghosts?”He crouched beside me, and I felt his eyes trace the names on the floor like a brand pressed into skin. When his gaze landed on Zane’s name, something twisted in him. He growled low, kicked the broken glass across the room, and grabbed my face, hard….fingers biting into my jaw until it hurt.“You’ll beg for me soon enough. Not that cursed fuck.”He yanked my palm up, smeared the blood with his thumb, then bro

Ember’s POVI woke up to the sharp taste of metal in my mouth.The chain around my neck had twisted in my sleep, biting into the torn flesh Lucien marked like a trophy. I reached up with shaking fingers, touching the scorched skin just to remind myself it was real. That this wasn’t some fever dream in the dark.No. This was worse.Real. Brutal. Unforgiving.My wrists were raw. My thighs ached. The fur-strewn floor beneath me still smelled of last night—of fear and filth, of smoke and memory. And under it all, the faintest scent of him still clung to my skin.Zane.Fucking Zane.Even in silence, even in absence—he haunted me more than Lucien’s hands ever could.But I didn’t cry. I’d already given them my tears.I had nothing left to offer except hate.The door creaked. The air shifted. I didn’t have to look to know it was Lucien.He entered with a swagger, spinning a thick leather leash in one hand like a man who enjoyed owning things that used to breathe.He smiled at me—wolfish, wide