Novels by Xoro

Cassian and I were silent as we were both led to the room we would be staying in. After what happened with Saoirse at the town hall, no one would give us any answers. They'd just herded us away while the Coven Master ordered that Saoirse be carried out. I was worried, to say the least. The room we got to was small, with dirt walls, and a single bed in the corner. Cassian raised an eyebrow as he looked around. The witches who escorted us here stopped at the door. One of them glared at us. "Do not try to leave. The consequences will be severe." They shut the door behind them, and we heard the lock click.As if that could truly hold us in."Well," I said. "This is cozy." It was a little more than a cell. But at least it had a bed with sheets. Cassian was quiet. He walked to the window and looked outside. I collapsed on the bed, groaning. "What do you think will happen to Saoirse and Barry," I asked softly. "They'll be fine. It's us we should be worried about. The whole bizarr

The hall was chaos, meanwhile, the only thing I could think of was "what the hell just happened?" I stared at Cassian, who was staring at me like he also didn't know what the heck was going on. The witches were rallying, shouting for revenge. Saoirse was just as dumbfounded as we were. Did the Coven Master just... What?She didn't mean that, did she? That Cassian — no, Wrath — was the reason the witches had to go into hiding? He caused the ban on sorcery? But how?I tried to speak up, and so did Saoirse. No one listened to us."Wait!" I shouted. "Hear us out. We don't know what you're talking about. Cassian isn't like that!""Coven Master, please calm them down," Saoirse begged. "Cassian would never do something like that." Cassian wouldn't, but Wrath absolutely would. They didn't need to know that though. "Throw him in the cells!" Someone from the crowd yelled. "Yeah!" Came the reply. Soon, they had all picked up the chant. "Cells! Cells! Cells!" But no one actually did any

I definitely did not feel good about going to meet this "Coven Master". It was obvious he was the real power here. What if he decided not to hear us out at all and just ordered us to be tossed out of the settlement? Or worse...Also, when I first arrived at Silver Creek, I thought the stares I'd been getting were a lot. They were nothing compared to the stares we were getting now. The settlement looked very similar to a small pack. Houses lined the street, and as we walked past, people stopped what they were doing to stare. It was like they already knew, without anyone having to tell them, that we were wolves. How could they tell? It also felt like the looks I was getting were more intense than the others. I realized it was probably because Cassian was carrying me like I was an invalid. My fave reddened. "Put me down," I said lowly. "What?" Cassian gave me an incredulous look. "You can't walk." "I can manage," I hissed. "Put me down." Saying no more, he set me on my feet, and

I didn't know when we passed the settlement borders, or if they even had borders. All I knew was that one moment, we were walking — or they were walking while I was in Cassian's arms — and the next, two men flickered into existence right in front of us. Cloaking spell. The men were shirtless, carrying roughly hewn spears. They were also obviously hostile. The butts of their spears were firm against the ground, the tips pointing at us, keeping us from coming any closer. Cassian's arms tightened around me.Looks like we found the witches. "Stop right there!" One of the men barked. "Werewolves. What do you want from us?" Saoirse stepped forward. "I brought them here. They need our help." The men gave her a look of disdain."You. I should have known you would be nothing but trouble. Did one of your visions tell you to do this? Putting the whole village in danger just because—""They're not here to hurt anyone," she cut in. "I swear. Please, just let them in.""Over my dead body," t

When we all returned to camp, we were noticeably calmer. Saoirse sat on a tree stump all by her self, and Cassian set me down on a large fallen branch on the opposite side of the small clearing. Him and Barry got to work setting up, and soon, they got a fire going, provided a pot from Goddess knows where, and began cooking up something with the meat Barry had hunted. While the men worked, I stood, and walked over to where Saoirse was sitting, pointedly not looking at me."Hey." No answer. That was okay. I hadn't been expecting her to want to talk to me so quickly. "I- I'm sorry," I said anyways. "I know it doesn't negate what I did, but..." "We weren't friends," Saoirse said. I was taken aback. "What?""Rosa and I," she clarified. "We weren't friends." "But...""We lived in the same settlement, yes," she said. "But we weren't friends. We grew up together. But we were always different. Maybe in another life, we could have been friends, but in this one... We were much too diffe

Cassian dropped everything he was holding and immediately wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly to him. I held on just as tightly, not wanting to let go for even one second. I was wheezing and gasping, and shaking again. These weren't soft, pretty tears, but tears of anger, guilt, confusion, and most of all, disgust. Disgust at myself. Cassian hoisted me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist, and I did. Then, he tried to walk off into the forest to give me some privacy while I broke down. I only held on to him tighter and shook my head, signalling that I didn't want to go. I didn't want to hide away the monster that so brutally killed a woman who was friends with my own friend. Saoirse and Barry discreetly looked away, but at least they could hear me. "I'm sorry," I cried. "I swear, I am. I don't know what came over me! I don't—"I was hyperventilating, barely able to breathe and talk at the same time. Cassian tried to soothe and shush me, encouraging me to breat

One year later. ... I sat down in my throne and looked down at my subjects. The throne was the tallest thing in the room, much larger than the old one Alpha Conrad used to use. And it was only fitting of course. I was ten times the man that old coot had been. “Lord Alpha, the last of the rebel packs in the pack lands have submitted to you. Now the entirety of the pack lands belongs to you as is rightfully so.” Colton said. I smiled at the words. This was what I had dreamed of for so long. And finally I had come out of the shadow of the great while wolf bloodline. My body melted into my throne with satisfaction. After a year of siege I had finally conquered every single pack in the pack lands. It has taken many times longer than I expected. If everything has been straight forward then maybe I could have pulled off such a fear within a mere months. But when they noticed that most of the more powerful packs had been taken out, the weaker ones reacted by abandoning their terr

Magnus screamed at the pain. The sound permeated the entire room due to the lack of noise. My eyes widened as I couldn’t believe that I had actually gotten him. It had only been a last ditch effort on my part. I would have died if it didn’t work. Magnus fell to his knees. He gritted his teeth and touched the dagger. But then he removed his hand from it, rethinking what he was about to do. Instead, his eye went to the book he had dropped. He reached for it. But I was already there. I dove and smashed into him. We both landed on the ground hard, but he took most of the impact himself. “You bastard!” Magnus shouted. But my fist landed on his face before he could say anything else. I hit his face again. My face only showed focus and nothing else. Magnus raised a hand to try stopping me, but it was the blackened hand and it was extremely weak. I was easily able to push it away and punch him again. Roughly pushing away his blackened hand seemed to hurt him more than the punches.

“Now do you understand!? Do you understand how it is hopeless for you!?” Magnus laughed. I had been running around the church while barely avoiding the explosions. It felt like my entire body had been pummeled. I had no idea how I could ever win a fight like this. I managed to reach the rest of the group. “How are we going to beat this guy?” Rowena asked. “I have no idea. What is he doing with that book exactly?” I asked. “I’ve heard of it before, but I’ve never seen one. It’s a grimoire. It’s a conduit of power between all realms. He’s using magic.” Rowena explained. “Magic? Is that how he got younger?” I asked with gritted teeth. That was why he had gotten stronger in sword play. “Wait there’s a magic spell to get younger? I’m definitely interested in that.” Carter said. “But we need to take this man out first. And we’ll do that by attacking him with everything we have.” Carter was already out of his trousers, and his body began to change. In no time he had turned into a bla

“You are a crazy old man.” Magnus laughed. “Don’t you get it, there’s nothing old about me anymore!” I scowled at him. Somehow, what he was saying was the truth. His face looked very young. It was the same face of the man who had first adopted me and brought me in. It brought back many memories I would have rather left buried. This was the confrontation that I had been anticipating for a long while, but it wasn’t going in the direction that I expected it to go at all. What did Magnus do to make him so much younger? It was a question I couldn’t answer at the moment, so I pushed it out of my mind. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll still beat you!” I told him as I charged in again. Magnus was able to counter my attacks again, but this time he moved in for the offensive. Slowly I was moved to the back leg as I avoided and dodged his attacks. It went on like that till I moved slightly too slow one time. There was a thin cut across my chin and a line of blood splashed out. We both disengage

“Morning?” My voice cracked as I said her name.Morning was completely naked and in the hands of a tall well built man. He held her by her neck and upright. Morning’s body had various burns on it and she was gasping for air in his hands. I had no idea what had happened in this hall, but after seeing the sight in front of me, I couldn’t care less.“Let go of her you bastard!” I drew my sword and dashed forward.The crazed eyes of the man who held Morning moved to me. They met with mine and he smiled.“Peter, so you’ve decided to visit me?”The rage in my mind turned to confusion. Who was this? He sounded and looked familiar, but how was that possible?“Magnus?” The man let go of Morning’s neck and her naked body slumped the ground.“Is this your dog? I never took you as one to do something like that, but don’t worry she’s still alive. I need her for other purposes.” Magnus said.I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was Magnus who stood in front of me, but why did he look so young?He notice

I sat at a desk, thinking.What would be the best way to attack the church?I had been an invocate myself once, so I knew that at it’s headquarters the church was very powerful. They would easily have hundreds of invocates in ground. Those kind of forces would be far too much for us. Attacking them in a head front attack would only be suicide.As much as I hated to admit it, the best option would be to treat this as an assassination. Magnus himself was the target and not the church. If it was only one man then it simplified everything drastically.I had beaten Magnus before and now it would be even easier to do that. If that was all we needed to do then it almost felt like taking the whole crew would be over kill. But it wouldn’t be that simple of course. Magnus was an important figure and it was very possible I wasn’t the only one who had ever thought of assassinating him. He would be well protected. So we would need a way to get past that. And still escape when we finished the job.