Novels by StarsTouch pen

Noah’s POVThe cold air hit me the second I stepped out of the small store. I didn’t even bother to put the change into my pocket; it sat crumpled in my palm with the water bottle pressed against it. My only thought was River. He had looked pale when I left him by the car, his hands still trembling after everything that had just happened inside that house.I knew he’d never admit how shaken he was, but I could see it in his eyes. The haunted way he stared at walls, the way his fingers rubbed against his jeans like he was grounding himself. He was strong, stronger than anyone gave him credit for but I still wanted to do something, even if it was just to bring him water.I quickened my steps, my heart lighter at the thought of putting the bottle in his hand, seeing that small, grateful smile he gave me even in the darkest moments. For a second, just a second, life felt normal.Then everything shattered.I heard it before I saw it, the screech of tires, sharp and violent, tearing through

Daniel’s POVThe flashing red and blue lights of the squad car washed over the front of the house, painting everything in hard color. Marcus was in the back seat, still yelling, though the closed door muffled his voice. An officer slammed the door shut and walked around to the driver’s side. Another officer gave me a nod, a silent acknowledgment that they’d take it from here.I watched the car pull away, taillights glowing in the dark. My fists were still clenched. My chest felt tight. I could still see Marcus’s face in my mind, the grin, the way his eyes had locked onto River. Even with his hands cuffed, he’d tried to twist toward River like he couldn’t help himself.I turned to where River stood near the porch steps. His arms were wrapped around himself. He looked small under the flickering light, like he was holding himself together by force.I moved to him slowly, not wanting to startle him. “It’s over,” I said quietly. My voice felt rough in my throat.River nodded, but his eyes

River’s POV The whole ride over felt like I was holding my breath. Christian had gotten the trace back faster than I thought possible, one second he was typing on his laptop, eyes flicking across the screen, and the next he was turning to Daniel and Noah with a location. He didn’t say much, just rattled off an address in a clipped tone, like he’d been waiting for this moment. Daniel had grabbed his coat. Noah had given me a look that said he wasn’t going to let me go alone. And before I could even process it, we were in the car. I sat in the back seat, squeezed between Noah and my own thoughts, staring out at the passing streets. The city lights blurred against the window. I tried not to think about the text still glowing on my phone. I know where you are. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I kept them shoved deep in my jacket pockets so nobody would see. Noah kept glancing at me, his knee bouncing slightly. Daniel was in the front, arms tight across his chest. Christian drove with bo

River’s POVThe air in the cabin was filled with tension after I said yes. Like the walls had shifted closer, sealing me in with a decision I couldn’t take back. My phone sat on the table between us, harmless in appearance, but my entire chest ached looking at it.Christian gave me a slow nod, the kind that carried quiet reassurance. He wasn’t warm exactly, but there was something steady about him, something that made me feel like he wasn’t just here out of duty.“I’ll need your consent in writing,” he said, already pulling a small form from his bag. “It’s just to confirm you’re aware of what I’ll be doing and that you’re authorizing me to monitor incoming activity.”I stared at the paper like it was heavier than stone. Consent. The word made me pause. Because how many times had I felt like my choices weren’t mine anymore? How many times had someone else pushed me into corners until the only answer was yes?But this time was different. I was still scared, but I was choosing it. I had

River’s POVThe morning light pushed through the curtains, soft and hazy, like it was trying not to disturb me. I sat at the edge of the bed with my hands pressed together, staring at the floor. My body felt heavy, but it wasn’t from sleep, it was from everything weighing down my chest. The message. Daniel’s reaction. And now this meeting with Christian.I rubbed my face and let out a breath. My stomach had been twisting since Daniel suggested it yesterday. It wasn’t that I disagreed. I knew he was right. If someone could trace the texts, if someone could finally put an end to this sick game, then I had to allow it. Still, the thought of giving my phone over to someone else, letting them see parts of me I didn’t even share out loud, it made me restless.The sound of water running in the bathroom pulled me back. Noah had insisted on coming with me today. He didn’t say it directly, but I knew why—he didn’t trust Daniel completely, and he didn’t trust me around Daniel either. That jealou

River’s POVI couldn’t keep still.The apartment was too quiet, too tight, too heavy. I sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, staring at the wall like it had answers. The lamp cast a weak yellow glow over the room, but it felt dim compared to the storm in my head. My fingers kept twitching, opening and closing, as if my body needed to do something, anything, instead of just sitting there.Noah had gone into the bedroom a while ago, maybe to change, maybe to breathe, I didn’t know. He had this way of pulling back when he was too quiet, and I didn’t want to push him, not tonight. I already felt like I was asking too much of him.I kept hearing Daniel’s voice in my head. The way he leaned across the table earlier, telling me we’d meet someone who could help. Someone who could trace the messages, dig into them, and maybe, finally, give me an answer. His confidence had steadied me for a moment, but now that I was alone, the weight of it all came crashing back.Two stalkers. One

‘It smells like sewers’That was the first thought that came to Caierre’s mind as he slowly opened his eyes. The room was almost pitch black except the little light that found its way through the half sized window.He touched his head that was spinning, his body felt like he was hit with a brick. Awful!‘Adrian’ he called through the mind link, but there was no response.‘Adrian’ Caierre was now on his feet, trying to find his way to anything that looks like a door in the pitch black room with the little light, though it was useless because he ended up tripping over something or somebody.There was a rattling sound, and the door was opened. Allowing light to flood into the room, that’s when Caierre had seen what he tripped on.A man that seemed like he was in his eighties, his face was shrunken. Eyes stared at the ceiling without blinking and his mouth was pale blue or purple- or in between.‘Oh goddess’ His heart deep this little flip, as a rat ran across the room from the man’s clot

“That was the last of them, Alpha.”Another lifeless wolf dropped to the ground just like the rest that has been in this tavern. The smell of blood was heavy in the air, mixing with the burnt scent of spilled ale and broken wood. It wasn’t the first time his attackers had tried to assassinate him, nor would it be the last.The High Alpha wiped his blade against the body of a dead wolf before tossing it on the nearest table. His silver hair now streaked with stains of blood, stuck to the side of his face as his eyes scanned the room.“How many of ours?” He asked the wolf who had spoken, his winter eyes were chilling enough to freeze anything on his path.“Four dead, three wounded, Alpha.”The High Alpha nodded slowly, almost in thought. “Burn them outside. They deserve the flames, not the cold.”The soldier bowed slightly before turning to drag the bodies out with the help of other wolves. The High Alpha’s gaze lingered on one of his fallen wolves. For a brief moment, his face softene

“State your name, barbarian” Caierre shrugged, opening his bag sack and handing them his name plaque. Adrian let out a chuckle, moving forward towards the wolf warriors that stood by the gates to the Masbrook. “He can’t speak,” Adrian explained to the soldiers. It was true though, after witnessing the death of his both parents he had lost his ability to speak. Was it fear? Or did he just simply forget how to? Adrian had taken on servant wolf boy jobs just to raise money to get him to the healers but it was of no use, they just couldn’t do anything. It had been seven years since he had last said a word to anyone. They had just simply given up hope, leaving everything to the moon goddess. If he speaks, blessed to the moon. “Wolves like him are worthless” the other guard laughed as his partner said that statement, earning a look from Caierre. He wanted to cause a scene, dual with the guard but that would blow their cover since they were here on a mission. Instead, he turned his f

“State your name, barbarian”Caierre stared at them with hatred in his eyes. Barbarian that’s what they call him but who turned him into this? It was on his thirteen birthday when the Wulfren plains were invaded. The brightest light he has ever seen spread across the trees that surrounded the ashborn pack, eating everything its path as if it were alive and starving; as if it were seeking revenge and willing to destroy everything in its path, setting everything it touched aflame as well.The screams of many was the only sound that filled his ears, the cries of those who were hurt, and the growls of their attackers. Caierre could hear his wolf begging him to move, to do something- anything but his feet were rooted to the floor where he stood. His legs wouldn’t move, his body only shaking in its place as tears streamed down his face.“Silvermark banners!” someone shouted to alert the other but it was already too late, the smell of smoke filled the clouds and engulfed the little vision o