Novels by Dark Misha

55. Ethan. I was a little lost in the city. I sat in the park, eating chips in public like every tough-looking guy like me would. The park was emptying every passing hour because it had gotten darker. Aside from that, there seemed to be a form of tension in the air. I could see it on people's faces as they hurried home. That faint sign of worry on the face, the creasing of the lips. The slight gritting of the jaws and the furrowing of the brows. Everyone knew something was up. In the little silence that followed, I started thinking about a lot of things. I thought of the attacks, the altercation with the man from before and I thought of Rachael. She mentioned once that humans faced discrimination from werewolves, but I didn't know it was like that. It made me pity the humans working in this part of the city since the area was pretty dominated by werewolves. I would have to do something about that sometime in the future. I glanced at my watch and nodded. A lot of people would be h

54. Ethan. After some serious thinking, I realised that I couldn't do much behind the walls. To obtain information on the rogues and the weapons, I had to go into town. I had to become.... a commoner. No one but Chekov knew of my plan. I didn't even tell my brother, not that I didn't trust him. But he wasn't around at the moment. "Sir, this doesn't feel safe at all. Why don't you tell our men to escort you and keep watch from afar? It's the city, anything could happen because we aren't there," Anton Chekov explained. He flexed his wrists several times, a sign that he was very anxious. I turned back at him, and the chair felt shaky like it hadn't been used in a long time. "Chekov, no one can take me. You know that, and you know very well it takes more than an explosion to kill me."Chekov closed his weary eyes and sighed. "I'm just stating the obvious." He brought out a pair of clothes. "I brought what you wanted. I've prepared a room for you in the back of the storage room, just n

53. Rachael. "Promised to him? What a joke, disgusting," I muttered on my way back to the room. Nathan wanted to scare me, that was his strategy. It must have been pleasing to him, to see me rattled Ahead, I saw a train of guards coming in my direction. At first, I thought it was the visitors Nathan had talked about, I was planning to sneak into any room when I realized that it was just Naomi. "Oh." I might have said out loud. I continued walking as they drew closer. It's not like I was supposed to be wary of her, right? I continued on the right, why she approached on my left side of the corridor. Her eyes were trained on me, and I remembered that look. It was that same look, the one from the ruins! I felt uneasy as we got closer. I couldn't show it out, because I didn't want to look weak in front of another woman. Just as we were about to pass each other, she called my name loud and clear. "Rachael Quincy?" I snapped my head around and raised a brow, finding it hard to talk.

52. Rachael. I stayed at the institute for two days now, and Ethan hadn't returned. I was a bit worried, but he occasionally sent word or sent his men to drop essentials for Sarah and I. The priestess Lyanna paid a visit once, but it was only brief. "Hmm, anytime soon." She had said when she appeared at the doorstep. "Sorry, what's that?" I asked her, but she merely shook her head and turned. "I have a lot of work, since our castle has been attacked. I hope we will have time to talk again, in the near future." And just like that, she left. I could remember that meeting, because it had happened last night. On the fourth day after the attack, I returned to the castle with a fully fit uniformed Sarah. Security was a little bit relaxed compared to the past but I could still sense the tension. There were a few eyes that rolled my way, from the patrol and I could sense that they were wary of me. Yes, they were scared of what would happen next. I was starting to think I was a burden t

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

11. Mason. I got down from the armoured vehicle and stormed straight to the mansion. We ditched the van, since it wasn't a safe option after the terrorist attack. My jacket, I discarded a long time ago leaving me only with a dusty turtleneck sweater. My annoying twin brother was waiting at the entrance of the mansion. Carl was also there. Good, he will have to hold his boy back because I would not hesitate to strike his Alpha down if it came to blows with him. Even if he was my twin brother. "Well, well, well. If it isn't our favourite compassionate Alpha," Damon mocked me. I stormed past him and continued in the corridor. I had no time for him, the situation room was much more important. "What's that? Cat got your tongue?" Damon followed close behind. He didn't mind that he was following me into my side of the mansion. I turned back and pointed at him. "Don't you dare, mock me. I'm in a foul mood as it is!" My voice, low and steady, carried a silent threat. I hissed and turne

10. Mason. Damien eased the black van into a tight parking space as I peered outside. It was my fourth time outside, undercover as a normal civilian. I did that from time to time, so I could relate to the issue my people were facing. Damien popped the handbrake, activating the parking brake and stared at me. "I repeat for the hundredth time, I don't think this is a good idea, my Lord." I arranged my hood and stared at him, a hint of amusement playing in my eyes. "You are always complaining, Damien. A few years with me and I haven't influenced you enough?" I pulled open the door and stepped outside. The scent of fresh bread wafted past my nose, from a nearby bakery. "My lord, your mask!" Damien gasped and scrambled out the other side. I stared around, and aside from the civilians walking around without a care for the world, I could see my protective detail watching me a hundred meters away. I rolled my eyes and shook my head; they could have been less obvious about it. "My lord,

9. Emma. "Holy shit!" Amelia closed the door behind me. We were in some sort of storage closet. "I heard the rumours, I didn't know—was it you, the girl that Lord Damon sent out a few days ago? The girl whom Lord Damien had to fight his brother for?" "Actually, that was yesterday but yeah," I admitted. My arm still throbbed where he touched me. Amelia ran her fingers through her hair. "That's crazy." She paced back and forth. "I thought he was going to kill me there and then," I sighed. I sat on a tiny stool, as my heart slowed down. "Tell me about it. I was expecting blood any minute," Amelia admitted. "What?" I was surprised. "Wait—wait, he was really going to kill me?" Amelia sounded pretty convinced he would kill me. "I thought he was probably going to hit me or something, not literally KILL me," I stressed on the word kill. Amelia frowned and straightened up. "Oh my gosh, you really don't know anything? Alpha Damon—" She moved to the door, looked outside and cl

8. Damon. The incompetence of the workers in the mansion annoyed me, I felt like punching someone in the face. How can the maids be cleaning my room so late? I stormed through the corridor. I didn't care if I was skirting past my side of the mansion. A maid appeared in the opposite direction, slowly approaching. I expected her to run off, like the others, when they saw me, but she continued in her approach, which piqued my interest. I thought my eyes failed me when I recognised that face. It was the wench that appeared yesterday! How dare she show her face here again? She was uniformed, which meant she was working in my mansion! Anger burned like fuel in my veins; she even dared to walk past me as she got close, as if I were some mere servant. My arms shot forward, grabbing her arms and pulling her to the nearest wall available to me. I moved closer to her, my right hand on her upper arm, while my left hand missed her neck on the left, holding the wall to prevent her from es

7. Emma. I felt midday heat coming, just as I neatly arranged ironed shirts into the baskets and placed them in the Alpha Mason's room. Amelia crouched beside his larger-than-life bed, checking under to see if we had missed anything, but she nodded and got on her feet. "The work here is done, now we rest." She folded her arms. Unlike me, she wasn't in her uniform except for track trousers and a sweater. "The uniform looks good on you." It was strange that she wore no uniform, perhaps she wasn't an ordinary maid or house girl. That would explain why she dealt with the Alpha directly. "Oh, thanks." I glanced down at myself. It felt tight around my waist but I could live with it. I went back yesterday, got most of my things and arrived at the Mansion an hour earlier than Amelia had said. She moaned that I came too early, disrupted her sleep but still carried my bag away before we started work. I turned back to Amelia. "So about my bags, where did you—" a faint, distinct sound emana

6. Emma. "Follow me," Amelia relayed as she walked to the door. Damien squinted at me as I walked past him but I only avoided his eyes. Maybe he was trying to intimidate me in some way, because I was the new rookie. It was only after we had walked past four corridors and climbed two flights of stairs that Amelia spoke to me. "Your name is Emma?" She stopped in front of a large door, her back to me. I nodded quickly. "Yes, it is."Amelia glanced at me, with a curious frown on her face. "What is your relationship, with the Alpha?"Her question was so random, that I twitched my neck. It tilted my neck awkwardly and she must have seen it. "Sorry, I don't understand.""Forget I asked about it, come in." She walked into a large room. "Okay..." I muttered and followed. We stopped in a giant locker room and she gave me her full attention. "My name is Amelia, I'm not the head maid or anything if you are wondering. I'm just the girl that cleans the Lord's room and living area." she intro