Novels by guillermohilpert1

Aria’s heart pounded in her chest as she met the gaze of her attacker.Pain wracked her body with every single breath she took, but she pushed the pain down. She couldn’t afford to have it distract her.Not now, not when her instinct screamed at her to run. To move, to do something.Because Aria knew something, deep in her heart.She knew she was going to die if she didn’t find a way to stop the rampaging werewolf.“Ronan,” she whispered,He tilted his head as he stepped forward. He was in Lycan form. His height crossed seven feet, so he was a literal giant as he walked towards her.His eyes were blazed with fury, his claws were out and dripping with blood, her blood.“You... attacked me.” Aria gasped, the pain leaking into her voice. She tried to move, but her body was still in a state of shock.“You humiliated Lyra,” Ronan snarled, his voice dripping with venom, “My sister, my twin. YOU MADE HER CRY.” he growled,His words were cold, icy daggers that stabbed deep into Aria's heart.

Aria walked through the busy market of the clawhold with a smile on her face. Snowflakes fell around her, the storm blowing her cloak almost off her body.The whispers were back and louder than ever. The news of the Vine Clawhold being allies had now made their rounds, so more people were interested in Aria.Aria could not hear any one of the whispers. She was like a cloaked storm.Gone was the little girl who used to flinch at every curse, gone was the Aria who used to bow her head whenever she walked among werewolves. Gone was the Aria who always whispered, always kept her voice low because she didn’t want to offend anyone.Today, as she walked out of the market and towards the servant’s quarters, she kept her head high and her shoulders squared.She didn’t flinch nor did she avert her gaze whenever she met anyone. Her expression was so serious that every servant or werewolf she passed turned around and gave her a second, more serious glance.Whispers followed her wherever she passe

Aria stood by the hearth, her arms folded across her chest as she watched Lucien walk over to her.“I can’t believe she actually came here.” Aria muttered under her breath, her voice barely above a whisper,“She won’t come to our home again, not after what just happened. Not after she was disgraced.” Lucien replied, his voice low but certain.“She will,” Aria muttered. She turned and stared at the dancing flames. “I know Lyra, I have watched her grow up, and I know how she thinks. What just happened was probably the worst thing to ever happen to her. She wasn’t just embarrassed, she felt pain. She is never going to let this go.”Lucien reached her and held her hand. “Let her.” he flashed Aria a smile, “She won’t be able to harm you ever again, and I believe you know that.”Aria smiled faintly, her eyes down as a blush rose up in her cheeks, “I love how you make all of this sound so simple.”“It is.”“No it isn’t.” Aria shook her head, “Lyra is not going to take this lying down. I am p

Lyra breath caught, her eyes widened as she tilted her head and followed the arm up towards the powerful and firm grip and then towards the broad chest before spotting the dark eyes of Lucien Vine staring at her. "Where the hell did he come from?” she thought as shivers ran down her spine,Her heart beat faster as she held her breath. She had been alert, she had checked the cottage, even enhanced her senses, but she still had no idea that he was there.She took a deep breath and met his gaze.Lucien wasn’t smiling.She pushed the shock and fear she felt down within her, anger pulsed through her veins as she realized that it was the cripple.His immense size and aura had temporarily made her forget that he was weak now. He was a cripple who probably couldn’t walk. She was safe.That was what she believed.After assuring herself that Lucien would not be able to do anything to her, her righteous anger came back.Now it wasn’t just anger at the stillblood for daring to talk to her, she w

For a very brief moment as she stared into the soulless eyes of her sister, Aria forgot how to breathe.Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she clenched her fists.The whole world seemed to close around her. Lyra’s presence wasn’t just surprising and intimidating, it was haunting.Lyra had made her life a living hell, and she had become used to trying to hide whenever she spotted her. Aria had never had the confidence to step up to her younger sibling.Every insult, every scar, and the pain of every bruise inflicted on her by Lyra had been buried deep within her heart because she believed she did not have the right to even speak up.Now, she didn’t care.She no longer thought of herself as cursed. She wasn’t just the stillblood anymore, she was something more.Lyra smirked as she watched Aria conceal her shock, “Did you miss me?” She purred again, taking a step into the cottage.With a sneer on her face, she scanned the room. She moved so fast that she missed the dark looming figur

Alpha Alder stood upright with his arms crossed behind his back, his fur cloak falling across his shoulders.He met the arrogant gaze of the man in front of him.Ronan Thorne was a man who thought himself an Alpha, but Alder could see right through him. Ronan wasn’t even a man yet. He was a kid, an unblooded who thought himself to be better than alphas.This wasn’t the first time that Alder had met wolves like Ronan before. They were all bark and no bite. He knew how to handle them.A smile tugged at the corner of Alder’s lips as he watched Ronan try to stay composed. The kid might have thought that he was acting unaffected, but Alder could see directly through him. He could see the doubt in the eyes of the kid, he could feel the kid’s hunger for power.In a way, the kid kind of reminded Alder of his youth.“Alpha Alder.” Ronan bowed again, speaking up and breaking the silence between the two men. “I’d love to thank you again for attending to us.”“You are welcome, Ronan.” Alpha Alder