Novels by Star

CANE'S POVIn this quiet moment, time stood still, and all that mattered was this love, this life, this bond that had been tested by fire and emerged, stronger and more radiant than before. I felt like I was holding my breath, afraid to break the spell, as Ava's gaze locked onto mine, her eyes shining with a love that left me breathless.As the days passed, peace slowly seeped into our land, like the gentle rain that nourishes the earth. The scars of war remained, etched into the landscape and into our hearts, but the air was filled with a newfound sense of hope. Ava grew stronger with each passing day, her smile returning, and our child growing, a living embodiment of the love that had survived the darkness.Derek and Jesse arrived one morning, their faces etched with weariness, but their eyes shining with a quiet triumph. They brought news that Fred's army had surrendered, that the war was finally over. I felt a sense of calm wash over me, a sense of closure that I'd not felt in

CANE'S POVI sat beside Ava, watching as she slowly opened her eyes to the quiet peace of the healer's hut. The war felt like a distant nightmare, a memory that seemed to belong to another life. Her breathing was steady, but weak, and her skin was pale against the soft glow of morning light that streamed through the window. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, filling the empty space that fear had carved inside my chest.As she stirred awake, my heart swelled with emotion. I had been so afraid of losing her, of being left to face the darkness alone. But she was alive, and that was all that mattered. I reached out, my hand brushing against hers, and she turned to me, her eyes locking onto mine with a gentle curiosity.For a moment, we just looked at each other, the silence between us thick with unspoken words. I felt like I was drowning in the depths of her eyes, lost in the love and gratitude that shone there. I had come so close to losing her, and now, in this quiet moment, I fel

AUTHOR'S POVThe tension reaches its peak, a breaking point, a moment of truth. Cane storms into the cabin, a force of nature, a whirlwind of fury. Ava is there, Ava is waiting, Ava is captive.Leah stands between them, a barrier, a block, an obstacle. She clutches a dagger, a weapon, a tool of violence. Her eyes burn with jealousy, her face twists with hatred, her emotions boil over.She lunges forward, a sudden movement, a swift attack. Cane reacts instantly, a reflex, an instinct. He steps in front of Ava, a shield, a protector, a guardian.The blade slices across his arm, a sharp pain, a searing cut. Blood stains his sleeve, a red mark, a wound. But his focus remains unshaken, a steady gaze, a fixed intent.With swift strength, he overpowers Leah, a dominant force, a superior power. He wrings the dagger from her grasp, a tight grip, a firm hold. He forces her to the ground, a submission, a defeat, a surrender.Leah's eyes flash with anger, a burning rage, a seething hatred. But

CANE'S POVI moved through the darkness, my senses on high alert, my heart pounding in my chest. The tunnel was narrow, the air was cold, and the walls were rough, showing that we were deep underground, a labyrinth of stone and shadow.I led my group of warriors, a team of skilled fighters, a band of brothers. We moved carefully, our footsteps silent, our breathing controlled, our eyes scanning the darkness.Any mistake could alert our enemies, any sound could give us away, any movement could signal our presence. I moved with caution, my steps measured, my gaze sweeping the tunnel.Derek, my second-in-command, stayed close behind me, his eyes fixed on my back, his expression calm. He kept the team quiet and focused, his voice low, his words few.We moved as one, a unit, a team. Our footsteps echoed off the walls, a soft rhythm, a steady beat. The darkness seemed to press in around us, a living thing, a breathing entity.I led the way, my senses guiding me, my instincts driving me. I k

AUTHOR'S POVThe silence of the tunnel was thick, a heavy blanket that suffocated the air, broken only by Jesse's cautious breaths as he turned. The sound of the guard's footsteps echoed against the damp stone walls, a hollow ring that seemed to amplify the tension.He had almost opened the stone door, the mechanism creaking softly, the weight of the stone shifting slowly. The man's suspicious gaze fell on Jesse, studying him too long, his eyes narrowing, his expression intent.Jesse's heart pounded, his pulse racing, his senses screaming. He knew the disguise might not hold, he knew the guard might see through it, he knew the risk was great.The guard's eyes lingered on Jesse's face, a spark of doubt, a glimmer of uncertainty. Jesse's mind was racing, his thoughts spinning, his instincts screaming. He had to act, he had to move, he had to strike.Before the guard could raise an alarm, Jesse struck, his movements swift, his actions calculated, his intent deadly. He moved like a shadow

AUTHOR'S POVJesse moved quietly through the shadows, his footsteps silent, his breathing controlled, his heart beating rapidly beneath his calm exterior. He was a ghost, a specter, a shadow among shadows, gliding effortlessly through the darkness.His heart was racing, his pulse was pounding, his senses were on high alert. He had taken down one of Leah's guards earlier, overpowering him swiftly, silencing him quickly, stripping him of his uniform and scent-marking himself just enough to blend in.The smell disgusted him, the stench of the guard's sweat, the reek of his fear, the odor of his loyalty to Fred. It was a foul smell, a putrid smell, a smell that made Jesse's stomach churn.But it was his only way into Fred's camp unnoticed, his only chance to infiltrate, his only hope to succeed. He had to do it, he had to wear it, he had to pretend.Jesse adjusted the uniform, his movements deliberate, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his mind focused. He was a guard now, a soldier, a