Novels by Dark Misha

51. Ethan. "Rutherford did what?!" I adjusted my earpiece, but I didn't hear my brother well. "Look, get your ass down here and get ready to welcome Rutherford. He heard about the attack and is on his way," Nathan's voice came clean. What the hell was that fat man thinking? The line went dead and I removed my hand from my ear. The elevator dinged, the door slid open and health workers were surprised to see me using the normal elevator. "My lord! What a surprise, you are here!""Thank the Goddess our young Lord is fine! Glory be to her!" A woman held her hands together in prayer. "Thank you, thank you very much. Also thanks for the prayers and the good work, we need you now more than ever." I encouraged them as I left the scene immediately. A black car waited for me at the exit, and I jogged to it. "Status report?" I said as I got in. Chekov was at the front, with another man from my special team who was at the wheel. "Nothing my lord. I just got an important update that the alp

50. Rachael "Please strap in, my lady," the paramedic advised. She wasn't that old, maybe in her early thirties. She showed me a seat in the ambulance. "It's alright. I can watch over her like this." I insisted. The van shook a little but I steadied myself by holding the walls."My lady, I meant to sit down. You don't want to hit your head against the metal," she explained further. I accepted the offer and sat down on a vacant chair. Sarah had been given mild pain meds and there was a large amount of fluids, replenishing her body. The ambulance arrived at the hospital, which turned out to be the institute where I had gone recently with Ethan. The medical team waited at the entrance with a stretcher and they moved her away faster than I could catch up. They entered an elevator, which I caught in the nick of time. We arrived on the fourth floor, and she was moved straight to the emergency room. I attempted to follow but the nurses stopped me. "My lady, sit back. We've got it from

49. Ethan. I bent over the rubble, examining a portrait that had fallen face-first against the ground, and talked into my earpiece. "Any luck with taking the rogues prisoner?" I picked up the portrait and hissed, it was a piece from the one that displayed our pack's insignia. "No, my lord. We were going under heavy fire, and we might have gone out a little too hard." The captain of the second squad spoke. I could just imagine the heavy creases on her face. "Understandable." I got on my feet and sighed. It was going to cost a fortune to rebuild, but the real problem was getting back the rare portraits and ornaments that were destroyed. "Assemble the rest of the guys, get some rest. I will see you when I'm done," I said. "Yes, my lord." I ended it and stepped outside. A lot of guards, mostly the common guards walked over the place with the police and some of our forces. I felt a breeze in my chest, and I realised my jacket was still open. I zipped up and continued walking until I s

48. Rachael. A werewolf, covered in jet black fur in some areas except for the head, which had white fur. It was almost humanoid, except for an increased muscle mass and elongated snout just like a wolf. I recognised Ethan in an instant, but he was different. He was very angry, and I could sense his blood lust. Ethan had left forward, his claws out to reach the enemy but the rogue was very smart. He quickly grabbed me and used me as a cover. Ethan suddenly held back his attack and held his ground. "That's fucking right young pup! If you try anything stupid, I will snap her fucking neck!" The rogue snickered boldly. "You will regret that if you do it." Ethan's voice carried a dark threat. I could almost picture what he meant. I took the initiative to act and started kicking the rogue furiously. "Leave me, the fuck alone!" I screamed and punched, but it only prompted him to tighten his grip on my hair and the back of my neck, which hurt. "Oh, don't you act funny with me!" He slow

47. Ethan. 20 MINUTES EARLIER. I peered over the broken walls to assess the situation. It was hard to see more than ten meters in any direction because of the unsettled dust. And there was the occasional sound of gunfire around us, with silver bullets, which was a problem for werewolves. I moved away from the wall, keeping my head in a constant swivel. Chekov had gone out for a while to gather our remaining men. It had just been five minutes since he left, an hour since the attack began and there was no use. It was safe to say at this point, a section of the main building in the castle had been blown away. It was just shy of the living quarters of the maids, which gave some relief. The ceiling above me seemed unstable like the first floor would come crashing down with all that damage. My communicator chirped and I held it to my ears. I looked for cover so that I wouldn't be vulnerable in all that ruin. "Speak to me, Chekov.""Sire, Squad One and I are making our way to you. The

46. Rachael. Suddenly, we were running through corridors and opening doors, trying to put some distance between us and the enemy. It must have been the rush of adrenaline, but Sarah had been running perfectly fine for like ten seconds before she relapsed, and stubborn me, as usual, refused to let her stay behind. "This is pointless, I'm holding you back! Leave!" Sarah yelled. She kept staring behind us as we waddled away. I could barely answer, my heart was in my mouth. It was a miracle that I still thought about Sarah even as we were tired. "I'm coming for you!" Heavy footsteps echoed behind us. A heavy pang echoed in my chest. I was losing all my strength to fear. I kept wondering what horrors he would do to me and Sarah when he caught up. I had his own injuries to thank too, because if he had been perfectly healthy, I was in real trouble—and Sarah. I started to wish I were born a boy—a man. Maybe I would have been able to go toe to toe with our pursuer. Where was Ethan, where

5. Mason. "Tss—ow! You d—don't need to do that." Emma protested. It was amazing how her voice sounded so soothing despite the pain she was going through. "Do what?" I blinked slowly. She seemed to follow my every movement with those eyes of hers. We were back in my office, on the other side of the mansion. She sat in a chair while I applied some first aid treatment to her hand. "You don't....you don't need to clean my bruise," she spoke shyly. She looked away, her face a pink patch of red. I adjusted my position in front of her and held her knuckles. She scraped her hands badly when the guards wanted to throw her out. It was the second time this week I had come just in time to save her. I gently doused the back of her left palm with alcohol and generously placed two small bandage plasters there. "Well, I think it is my responsibility because I had you come here, and you met with my brother, Damon, who could have ended much worse." I went back to the table and placed the bottle o

4. Emma. Fierce hazel eyes peered back at me, giving the feeling of being completely stripped naked in front of him. A silent drop of tear clumsily rolled down my cheeks, and his eyes darted for a moment at that spot but he soon growled and tightened his hold on my arms. "How dare you come up to me, and grace me with your commoner's presence?" Lord Mason snarled, a deep distaste lingering in his voice. Who are you? This wasn't the man who saved me in the marketplace. Somewhere deep down in my heart, I wished it was just a nightmare. One I would soon forget as soon as I woke up. "You—you told me to come earlier! Y—" Tears welled up in my eyes again. "You promised to give me a job yesterday—" "Silence!" Lord Mason barked. He shoved me aside and I stumbled to the floor. I slightly bruised my hands, but that was the least of my concerns at the moment. I rushed to his feet, a last effort to plead with him but he only recoiled with visible disgust written over his face. "How

3. Emma. "Alright, young lady. This is as far as I go." The vehicle came to a stop before a large gate. A large, burly man in his late forties smoked at the wheel. "Thank you, sir." I offered him some money but he refused. "It's on the house.""Oh Alexei no, I can't accept that—""We have known each other for a while now. This is the least I can do for you." He held a hand out and smiled at me. "Thank you so much." I held my hands together, a show of gratitude. Alexei winked at me and drove off with a cloud of tobacco smoke coming out of his driver's seat. I sighed nervously and turned around, facing the large wrought iron gates. It was further down a path, lined with hedges on both sides. Three guards stared at me like hawks from a distance. I had felt their eyes on me the moment I touched down from the van. I quickly brought out a mirror, checking my best dress—a well-fitted black dress with white helms and white cuffs at the end that stopped at my knee, which called for th

2. Emma. I bowed my head as soon as I realised I was in the presence of the Alpha. I almost went down on my knees, but he stopped me."Whoa, relax. You don't need to do that. You will blow my cover!" Lord Mason—I had just learnt his name, grabbed my shoulder gently. At that moment, I felt a jolt of electricity on the point of contact between his fingertips and my shoulder. Lord Mason released me immediately as if he had felt it too. He frowned and stared at me again. "Have we met before?" He towered over me, his voice laced with curiosity. He spoke gently, as if any harder might harm me but yet his voice was so clear. Something on my chest seemed to have gotten his attention because he stared. Very hard. "I—no, I don't think so my Lord." I stuttered. He was too close! It was the first time in my life any man had gotten that close to me. Mr Erik groaned on the floor as the guards stood over him. "Is that so?" Lord Mason stepped back and rubbed his chin inquisitively. His eyes

1. EmmaI stared at the old plastic wall clock with dread. Each second inched closer to half past eight in the morning. I had work at nine, and I already hated my life. I had just moved out of the orphanage a year ago and gotten myself a new place in the city, a shabby one-room apartment, all thanks to the Orphanage's matron, who put in a good word for me with the Landlord, and I got a lucky one-time discount. But that wasn't what made me hate my life. It was my workplace, which was basically a shop that sold fruit at the marketplace. Mr. Erik was the boss, a man who had it for me the day he first laid his eyes on me. "So you are the orphan that the matron recommended to work here?" He snarled at me on the first day, licking his lips from corner to corner as if I were a meal to him. It was very creepy. "I didn't know you were a girl," he said, staring at my breasts for a very long time. I will never forget. I should have known, because he made it his life's work to torment me. He