Novels by StarsTouch pen

The citadel had changed. Or maybe it hadn’t, and Caierre was just noticing the shadows differently. Every corridor, every whisper, every glance felt heavier now, like the world outside his room had shifted on some unseen axis. He could feel it in the air: the council was plotting, Esmeralda was scheming, and somewhere beneath it all, the wolves—his and Alvar’s—were coiling, waiting. He sat at the edge of the bed, hands clasped together, feeling the tremor of adrenaline that hadn’t left him since the confrontation yesterday. Alvar was beside him, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp, ever-watchful. The calm before the next storm. “They’re moving,” Alvar said quietly, voice low, a growl barely restrained. He didn’t need to elaborate. Caierre could feel it: the tension vibrating in the hallways, the subtle hum of preparation that meant danger was coming. “How do you know?” Caierre asked softly, trying not to betray the trembling in his hands. Alvar’s silver gaze met his

The citadel had changed. Or maybe it hadn’t, and Caierre was just noticing the shadows differently. Every corridor, every whisper, every glance felt heavier now, like the world outside his room had shifted on some unseen axis. He could feel it in the air: the council was plotting, Esmeralda was scheming, and somewhere beneath it all, the wolves—his and Alvar’s—were coiling, waiting.He sat at the edge of the bed, hands clasped together, feeling the tremor of adrenaline that hadn’t left him since the confrontation yesterday. Alvar was beside him, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp, ever-watchful. The calm before the next storm.“They’re moving,” Alvar said quietly, voice low, a growl barely restrained. He didn’t need to elaborate. Caierre could feel it: the tension vibrating in the hallways, the subtle hum of preparation that meant danger was coming.“How do you know?” Caierre asked softly, trying not to betray the trembling in his hands.Alvar’s silver gaze met his, an

The citadel was quiet in a way that felt unnatural after the storm of the previous hours. The hallways that usually hummed with whispers and shuffling feet were empty, as though the walls themselves had recoiled from what had just transpired. The council had retreated, Esmeralda had vanished, and the entire citadel seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the next move.Caierre remained in the room, sitting up in bed with Alvar beside him. His body was trembling—not from weakness, but from the intensity of what had just passed. He had seen power in its rawest form, seen the Alpha he had only ever known in glimpses, and now every fiber of his being felt tangled in it, desperate and unwilling to escape.Alvar leaned back slightly, his silver eyes softening as he observed him. “You did well,” he said, voice low, almost reluctant. “Better than I expected.”Caierre’s lips twitched. “You were expecting me to panic and melt into a puddle?”Alvar’s corner of a smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Part

The council’s footsteps echoed through the hallway like war drums. Each step reverberated in Caierre’s chest, a reminder that the world outside the room didn’t care about the tenuous bubble of safety he had just found with Alvar.The door opened before anyone knocked this time. Esmeralda swept inside, her skirts fanning out with every measured step, the council trailing behind her like obedient shadows. The moment the door closed behind them, the temperature seemed to drop—not from cold, but from tension, from threat, from Alvar’s presence radiating like molten steel.“Alpha Silvermark,” Esmeralda began, voice smooth but razor-edged. “You have sheltered him long enough. The boy cannot remain here. The council demands you release him immediately.”Alvar did not answer. He didn’t even blink. His wolf prowled beneath the surface of his skin, coiled and ready, muscles taut and ears alert. Every inch of him radiated authority, a predator’s warning that ran straight through the floorboards

The knock came soft at first. Careful, polite. A polite knock after chaos had carved its teeth through the citadel walls.Alvar didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t move. Caierre couldn’t tell if it was restraint or calculation. His wolf, curled in the pit of his chest, twitched nervously. Ears sharpened, senses strained to catch every creak in the floorboards, every whisper of air, every heartbeat that wasn’t his own.The knock came again. Sharper. Insistent.Alvar’s silver eyes flicked to the door. His jaw tensed, not a clench born of anger, but one that suggested a storm held behind it, caged for now. Slowly, deliberately, he rose. Every movement was precise, deliberate—a measured danger that Caierre could feel in his bones.“Stay,” he said quietly, not looking at Caierre.Caierre froze. Stay. Not a command in the way Alvar usually commanded. Not rigid, not demanding. Something warmer. Protective. Possessive, in a way that made his chest ache.He stayed.Alvar opened the door.Prin

The darkness did not feel empty this time.It felt crowded.Warm hands, distant voices, Adrian’s scream echoing from somewhere far away, the wolf pacing inside his ribs, the echo of Alvar’s breath against his skin—it all clung to him like shadows that refused to separate.Caierre drifted through it, weightless and drowning at the same time.He didn’t know how long he stayed there before something tugged him upward again—quiet at first, then firmer, like fingers hooking into the fabric of him and pulling.He gasped.Air rushed into his lungs like icy water.His eyes snapped open, just barely, and the first thing he saw was… the ceiling.A terrible ceiling. A boring ceiling. Uneven wood beams that looked like they had too much of a story and not enough sanding.He blinked.Devil Caierre appeared, pointing at the beams.‘If you die again, make sure it’s with a better view. Like a chandelier. Something dramatic.’Angel Caierre threw sparkles at him.‘HE IS ALIVE. STOP BULLYING HIM.’Caier

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