Novels by Kosibe

The first thing I noticed was the silence.Not outside.Inside.It was subtle, almost easy to miss. But as I lay on my bed staring up at the ceiling, muscles aching from training, I realized something had changed.The noise in my head… the confusion, the constant uncertainty that had followed me since I woke up in this place…It had quieted…….not completely but enough for me to feel it.Enough to notice.I shifted slightly, wincing as soreness rippled through my arms. My body still hurt — that hadn’t changed — but even that felt different now.It felt familiar…….Like something I could endure or something I was meant to endure.I frowned at the thought. It didn’t make sense, none of this did.And yet…..It felt right.I pushed myself up slowly and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The floor was cool beneath my feet, grounding. Real.For a moment, I just sat there, staring at my hands again.They looked the same.No claws. No visible change. No sign of whatever it was I had felt ea

Something had changed.I noticed it the moment she stepped onto the training grounds.It wasn’t obvious to anyone else — not at first. To the untrained eye, she was still the same girl from days ago. Smaller. Slower. Less refined than the warriors around her.But I saw it.The difference in the way she carried herself.The way her steps were no longer uncertain.The way her body no longer hesitated before movement.She was learning.Too fast.I stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed, my gaze fixed on her as Leo paired her with one of the warriors. My wolf stirred faintly beneath my skin, not restless this time… but alert. Watching as closely as I was.Ours.I ignored it but I didn’t look away.The first exchange was expected.She blocked late and took the hit. I watched as Stumbled……that was normal.But then…It shifted.I narrowed my eyes slightly as she adjusted. Her footing improved within minutes. Her reactions sharpened. Not gradually…….not the way most trainees learned.Ra

(Lyra)Morning came with a dull ache in every part of my body.It was the kind of pain that settled deep into your bones, making even the smallest movement feel like a challenge. My arms felt heavy, my legs sore, and my knuckles… I winced as I flexed my fingers slightly. They were still tender and raw but I smiled.Because this time, the pain meant something.It meant I was improving.I pushed myself off the bed, ignoring the protest from my muscles, and got dressed quickly. The moment my feet touched the ground, a strange sense of anticipation settled in my chest.Not fear or dread; Something sharper.I wanted to go back.That realization alone startled me.Just days ago, the thought of stepping onto the training grounds had made my stomach twist with anxiety. Now… it felt like the only place where things made sense.Where I made sense.The training grounds were already alive when I arrived.The clash of bodies, the sharp commands, the rhythm of movement — it all hit me at once, fami

Something was wrong.I felt it before I understood it.The moment it hit, it wasn’t like the night before — not sharp, not sudden. This was slower. Heavier. Like a weight pressing down on my chest, tightening with every passing second.I stilled mid-step in the war room, the voices around me fading into nothing. The map spread across the table blurred as something foreign pushed into my senses.Her.Lyra.But this time… it wasn’t fear alone.It was confusion. Resistance. Anger.My jaw tightened as the bond pulsed again, stronger than before, clearer. I could almost hear the echo of voices around her — low, controlled, deliberate.The elders.A growl rumbled low in my chest before I could stop it.What was she doing with them?My wolf stirred instantly, restless and alert.Ours.“Silence,” I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand through my hair as I tried to focus. But the connection refused to dim. If anything, it sharpened.I could feel her standing her ground.Feel the way her p

(Lyra)Morning came, but it didn’t feel like morning at all.The storm had passed, leaving the air damp and heavy, as though the world itself hadn’t quite recovered from the night before. Everything looked the same ……the courtyard, the stone paths, the faint golden light creeping over the horizon but yet, nothing felt right.I didn’t sleep again after the nightmare.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them. Those glowing eyes in the forest. Watching. Waiting. Patient.And worse… they felt real.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my hands. They were steady now, but I remembered how badly they had shaken just hours ago. I remembered the voice too.Lyra… run.My name.The sound of it still echoed in my head like something awakened, something that had been buried too long. I didn’t even question how I knew it anymore. It felt… right. Like it had always been mine.My fingers tightened slightly.And then there was the pendant.I reached under my pillow and pulled it out, letting the si

(Lyra)The nightmare didn’t end when I woke.My chest heaved, heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape. Rain tapped against the window, soft at first, then insistent, echoing the rhythm of my panicked thoughts. My sheets were twisted around me, damp with sweat, my hair plastered to my forehead.I sat up, trying to steady my breathing, but the terror clung to me, a cold, crawling thing that refused to let go. Shadows from the room stretched like fingers across the walls, warped by the flickering candlelight. Even in the safety of my small room, I felt exposed. Vulnerable.I forced my hands to my knees, willing myself to focus. It was just a dream. Nothing more.But deep in my chest, a pulse of unease refused to be silenced. It wasn’t fear from the dream alone — it was something else. Something real.I swung my legs off the bed and padded barefoot to the window, staring out at the storm-soaked courtyard. The rain fell in relentless sheets, and the stone paths gleamed