Novels by Gracious Ink

Zane's POV I barricaded myself in the pack's ancient ritual chamber right after Aradia left my chambers, slamming the heavy stone door shut and dragging a massive oak table in front of it to keep her out, or maybe to keep myself in. The room was dimly lit by flickering torches mounted on the walls, casting long shadows over the carved runes and symbols etched into the stone floor. The air felt thick and musty, like it hadn't been disturbed in years, with a faint scent of incense from old ceremonies lingering. I made my way to the central altar, a slab of cold, smooth granite that chilled my skin as I sat down on it, crossing my legs in an attempt to meditate. I needed to clear my head, to push away the rune's filthy urges that were still raging through me after what we'd done earlier. But it wasn't working. The veins under my skin pulsed steadily, matching the throb in my cock, which had gone rock-hard again without any warning. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, sliding down the shaft in

Zane's POV I couldn't stop pacing in my chambers after Aradia left, my body still buzzing from what we'd just done. My cock hung semi-hard between my legs, slick with our mixed fluids that hadn't dried yet, and every step made it swing a little, reminding me of how deep I'd been buried in her. The rune on my chest pulsed like a living thing, those dark veins under my skin throbbing in time with my heartbeat, sending fresh waves of heat straight to my groin. It was impossible to ignore, like the magic was whispering dirty promises, making my balls feel heavy and full again, urging me to chase that high one more time. I tried to shake it off and focus on finding a way to get that witch out of Ember's body before it was too late, but my mind kept drifting back to the lake and then the bed, replaying how her pussy had clamped down on me, milking every drop. I needed a plan, something real to fight this, but the lust kept interrupting, making it hard to think straight.I headed over to th

Zane's POV I stormed through the castle halls, my wet boots slapping against the stone floors, leaving dark trails behind me. The air inside felt thick and stifling compared to the crisp night outside, and every step echoed too loudly in my ears. My body still buzzed from what happened at the lake, that intense fuck leaving me half-hard even now, my cock aching with a need that wouldn't quit. The rune on my chest throbbed under my shirt, a hot pulse that matched my heartbeat, sending little jolts straight to my groin. It was like a dirty secret branded on my skin, reminding me of how I'd lost control, pounding into Ember's body while Aradia laughed inside her. I shoved open the door to my private chambers in the pack's stronghold, the heavy wood banging against the wall as I slammed it shut behind me. The click of the lock sounded final, but it didn't bring the relief I wanted.The room was dark except for the moonlight filtering through the tall windows, casting long shadows over th

Zane's POV I stormed away from the garden with my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might crack my ribs. The image of Ember—or whatever the hell that thing inside her was—kept flashing in my mind, those blackened roses crumbling under her fingers, that creepy smile on her face. Fury boiled in my veins, mixing with a fear I hated admitting even to myself. Ember was in there somewhere, trapped, and this Aradia bitch was using her like a puppet to screw with me, with the pack, with everything. I couldn't think straight. The castle loomed ahead, lights flickering in windows where people were probably sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the nightmare unfolding right under their noses. I needed space. Real space. Somewhere the air didn't feel poisoned.Midnight was closing in by the time I reached the edge of the forest. The path to the secluded lake was one I'd worn down over the years, a spot hidden deep in the trees where no one from the pack ever bothered coming. The moon hung full

Zane's POV The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of herbs and earth that always reminded me of my mother. I slipped away from the castle grounds before anyone could notice. My steps were silent, practiced. The old garden had been my refuge for years, a place where the chaos of the pack softened, where memories of better days lingered like morning mist. Roses bloomed here, wildflowers swayed, and the faint hum of residual magic made the air feel alive. I drew in a steady breath, letting it settle my nerves.At first, everything seemed normal. But then… a shiver ran down my spine. It wasn’t cold. It was the pulse — subtle at first, like a heartbeat out of sync. Dark, heavy, something that didn’t belong. I froze, nostrils flaring as I caught a faint scent drifting through the air. Ember. But not her. Something twisted, alien, riding on her familiar warmth. My instincts screamed.I followed the pulse cautiously, sticking to the shadows between the hedges. Smoke curled lazil

Ember's (possessed by Aradia) POVI woke with a stretch that felt like silk sliding over steel. The first thing I noticed was how quiet the castle seemed beneath Ember’s eyes. Wolves patrolled as usual, guards whispered their routines, but they moved like puppets on threads I already held. I flexed my fingers slowly, watching micro-runes pulse faintly beneath my skin. Tiny nudges of influence into their subconscious, invisible to them, ensuring obedience without a single misstep. The pack didn’t know yet. They would bend to me before they even realized they had.I let Ember’s body glide down the halls, savoring the looks of unawareness on their faces. They were mine. Every glance, every gesture, a promise of control. Breakfast with the pack awaited, and I kept Ember’s sweet, innocent mask firmly in place.The long table gleamed in the early sunlight. Magnus’s eyes lifted as I took the seat beside him. I tilted my head, soft smile, fingers brushing against the edge of the table in a wa

CAZRIEL’S POVEven when I stepped back, the step didn't seem to reduce, it didn't even fade or stop, no. Instead, it invaded my nostrils, making its way into the back of my throat, thick, suffocating and really…. really wrong. I swallowed hard, pacing the and fro in the hallway, outside the cell, my jaws clenched tightly, eyes blazing with fury, my claws almost elongated and hurting. The scent assaulted my senses in ways I didn't believe it could; raw, Omega heat.But, it didn't feel normal, no. This one was different, it had a twist to it; as though it had been made in a lab, broken to their command. Just then, a voice rang behind me, but I didn't need to turn to know who it was. “Alpha” I heard my beta, Kaan, call behind me. “This is important, you need to have a look” I saw as he held out a scroll and without still looking, I ripped it from his grip, scanning it almost immediately. There was more than one scroll, about three. They all looked half torn, I saw brown stains on

RIVEN’S POVI tossed and turned, clutching my stomach, my eyes shut tightly. It felt as though I was in a losing game, each breath I took was as though it was my last, each bone in my body shuddered as I moved, beads of thick, hot sweat dripping down my skin and the air smelled like it was contaminated with poison. I parted my mouth, my eyes rolled into my head as I continued taking deep breaths to at least keep myself conscious, but it didn't relive the crazy pain that was making me go insane. It felt as though the walls of the room were closing in on me, the bed I laid on was made out of rock. But amidst my pain, I knew he was there, staring at me. I didn't have to see him to know, I could feel his thick, suffocating aura and that scent….that scent of his that literally made me lose my mind. He didn't move from where he moved, just stood there, silent, his breath calm. I pressed my lips tightly together, took a deep breath then spoke up in a raspy, cracked tone. “Are you just

Cazriel’s POVThe first thing that caught my eyes wasn't the blood, no. It was the way the snow heated up, burning and hissing from the impact of the boy's skin. I saw as steam seeped from his skin, and inside me, something deadly and ancient stirred, baring its teeth at the sight not from anger, no, but from raw, primal hunger. With fucking need and desire. I hovered above his curled form, my shadow engulfing his petite, shuddering body. His knees were pressed to his chest, arms clutching tightly around his belly, eyes shut, hissing in pain under his breath. And under his skin, something throbbed again, a small kick that felt alive.I didn't move, didn't even breathe. What the fuck was that? The wind seemed to shift behind me, my wolf howling in my chest, ears twitching slightly from the crunching of dried leaves through the snow behind me. It was Kaan, my beta. He approached, stopping just beside the boy. Then, he spoke up in a mocking, unimpressed tone. “Tsk…another rogue,

Riven’s POVBefore I could even take a deep breath, I tasted blood thick on my tongue. . I really didn't mean to run this far, especially not this fast and as I turned my head behind me, the snow was already painted red in my own blood and in that moment I realized if I stopped, I wouldn't be seen breathing by dawn. The wind felt like a deadly sharp blade, slashing across my skin, my face, lungs, eyes, literally everywhere and to make matters worse, my clothes were very thin, definitely not the one to wear for winter. In fact, I was hardly dressed, just a torn shirt painted in my own blood, feet bare, almost turning purple from the icy ground, my knees trembling, buckling with each step I took but I still didn't stop. Inside my veins I could feel the drug burning hot and fiery. Earlier, we were forced to drink the drug; a black, thick liquid that tasted bitter and disgusting, and it was meant to mask out our scent and it was the only thing keeping me from getting caught. But unfo