Novels by DrunkMage

Vaelora's POV I groaned from the pain as I slowly got off the floor. My hand pressed hard on my forehead as I sat upright, with a pulsing headache behind my head. I swept my gaze around where I was and paused when I saw Elder Ryder sitting on a chair a few steps away from me. “You're awake.” He smiled and I frowned, watching him cautiously. I noticed the scattered room and wondered what had happened here. I couldn't remember anything. I looked down at my hand and my eyes widened in horror. My nails were gone and so was the flesh on my fingers. I could see my bones. W-what happened to me? What did he do to me? A squelching sound filled my ears as my injuries slowly healed and soon the nails returned. My hands trembled violently and all I could do was sit in confusion, wondering what I had done while unconscious. Somehow, I couldn't feel the pain. I squeezed my hands and shut my eyes in relief when I felt the sensation. I returned my attention to him and tried to o

Verek's POVI stormed down the hallway to Nyxion's office, my heart an aching mess. Inside my head, my wolf wouldn't stop howling in pain.'We should have claimed her before he did!’ He howled painfully and I could hear the regret in his words. 'Why did you have to be so stubborn? Now she's gone and her heart only belongs to Aeron.’'He marked her! She has his scent on her! It's unbearable!’ He roared, his voice sending waves of pain into my mind.I hissed sharply, pressing my hand to my head. “Enough! You're making it ten times worse. I'll handle everything. I just have to get close to her just as he did.”“But first I must take care of the fool I call a brother.” I glared at the door as I approached it. The guards on patrol glanced at me before moving away without a word.I lifted my leg and kicked the door, blasting it open. I walked in and the first thing I saw was Nyxion standing before a huge portrait of… Sirella?“You still have that?” I frowned in displeasure. “I saw you get r

Naeris's POV “Umm…” I inhaled the fresh air and exhaled, my eyes opening to the flowers around me. “Hah.” A soft smile spread on my face as I bent down and picked a flower. I gently examined it, my smile widening even more. But right then a snap sounded behind me and I turned sharply to see who it was. The smile on my face disappeared in an instant when I saw him. My brows shot up at him, wondering what he was still doing here. His eyes stared at me for a while and I saw the conflict in them. “He is going to be fine. Aeron will be back in no time.” My heart clenched at his words and I remembered Aeron was not in the palace anymore. I had forgotten his absence for a minute, but sadly, Verek here made me remember. Does he not know how to read the air before speaking whatever gets inside his head? My eyes rolled at him and I turned away from him, distancing myself as far away from him as I could. I rarely had long conversations with him which made his presence around me suffocat

Vaelora's POVI stood in the corner, impatience growing in my chest. I had been trapped here for hours.Every time I tried to leave, Ryder's watchful eyes made it impossible. If I forced my way out now, it would only make me look suspicious.Ahead of me, several elders sat around a long table, engaged in what was clearly a secret meeting with Ryder.And I was certain of one thing.Whatever they were discussing here would only make my situation more dangerous.“I believe this is the right time to change who leads this pack,” Elder Cana said coldly. “We cannot allow the triplets to maintain control any longer. They have proven themselves unreliable… and useless.”“You're right, Cana,” Elder Xavier agreed calmly, stroking his beard. “We have waited years for this moment. There is no better opportunity than now.”He turned his gaze toward Ryder, who sat quietly reading a report.“We tested them,” Xavier continued. “To see whether they were truly fit to lead. The results only confirmed wha

Aerila's POVI barely managed to get off the ship before more people climbed down behind me, carrying their goods with them. My hands flew to my mouth as a wave of nausea rose in my stomach, the urge to puke making my head spin.“Where am I?”My eyes swept across the unfamiliar place. Merchants guided their bulls that pulled heavy carts filled with goods. Children ran around with their friends, laughing loudly despite the bruises and small injuries scattered across their bodies.I had thought the ship was sailing straight to Talon's territory. But midway through the journey, it stopped at this port, and I was forced to sell my footwear just to afford the next ship.“It would have been too suspicious if Vaelora knew this place.”That was what I had thought from the beginning. Apart from working for my uncle, I had always suspected she had some deeper connection with Talon.Where should I go from here?Right now, I am no different from a homeless person.I took out my small bag of coins

Naeris's POV“No.” My head shook before I could stop myself, my hands holding his tightly. “Please don't go.”“But I have to. It's already been decided,” he replied calmly and I saw the patience in his eyes.“No!” I snapped and his brows lifted in surprise. I didn't know what was coming over me. “I don't want you to leave. I'll be all alone… and unprotected. Bad things always happen when you're not around. Aeron… please.”“Naeris.” His hands suddenly let go of mine and cupped my cheeks. He pulled me closer until I was looking up at him, his face hovering just an inch away from mine. “I will make sure nothing happens to you. I promise you. I will never put you in danger like last time.”“You don't understand, Aeron. Just listen to me. I already have a bad feeling about this. My instincts are never wrong when they sense danger.” I grabbed his shirt tightly. If this were the only way to make him stay, I would do it until my fingers broke.“Can't your brothers go instead? Verek is very go

Speak Of The Devil Emily’s POV I stepped out of the room after dinner, trying to find a spot for my escape. I found it, opened the door, and walked in. Inside was a computer, and by the sides were bookshelves. I could tell it was an office. Everything was in place from the arranged files, rolling seats, and the quietness. My legs moved further towards the bookshelf. One book got my interest, and I picked it up, and a piece of paper fell, and I looked down. I bent to pick it up and turned it to see a familiar face. It was…Cole. My stomach twisted. The same eyes and smile but he was younger, maybe six. “Don’t touch that.” I jumped, turning, my heart racing. Lucious stood behind me. How long had he been standing there? He walked towards me and took the picture, kept it inside the book, and placed it back on the shelf. I was curious. My heart was racing wildly. “Who is he?” I asked softly. “My son.” My heart stopped. I whispered, taking a step back. “Cole?” He cocked his he

Emily’s POVMy pulse quickened, trapping the air in my chest. “W…what did you say?”His eyes lingered. “You heard me. Don't think about lying. I hate lies.”“I…I…”“I saw the test results at the hospital. Tell me what I want to know. Is it mine?”The room started to spin and my sight turned blurry for a moment.He raised an eyebrow, waiting. “We don't have all day.”I was rooted to the ground and I knew there was no escape. I felt like I was being watched and slowly turned to see men dressed in black suits, watching…me.“Don't worry about them. They are mine,” he said.Was that supposed to make me feel better?“I'm waiting,” he announced.“Y…yes, it's yours,” I said.He smiled then drank his coffee. Then spoke. “You're coming with me. Today.”“Excuse me?” I stuttered.He set the cup down and leaned back in his chair to give me a look that made me freeze in place.“I don't want my child growing up in a separate home. You're moving in with me.”I opened my mouth to protest but the secon

Emily's POVIn the doctor's waiting room, with my fingers holding the edge of the chair tightly, I sat nervously waiting to get the result. Each passing second was making the knots in my stomach stronger.The nurse called me up and I walked into the office.The doctor was a kind, middle-aged woman with a soft voice and glasses that sat low on her face. "Emily, correct? Let's review your test results."I nodded, my hands cold.She looked away from the computer screen at me. "You're pregnant."The words were like a punch to my guts. I didn't move. I didn't speak.Pregnant. Just great. I had a one-night stand with some strange guy, and now I'm pregnant with his baby, and I don't even know who the man was.I stared at her in an attempt to understand, but just… stopped thinking completely. This was my fault."How far gone am I?" I whispered."About three weeks," she said. "Are you alright?""Yeah. I just—needed to know," I pushed out through clenched teeth.She handed me the printed result

Emily's POVThe ride home felt endless. Each red light took too long. My phone was face down in the passenger seat.I got to my apartment, threw my purse on the workout chair, and grabbed my laptop to turn it on and wait for it to boot. Then I opened my drive and searched for the file name April.Cole and I shared an email account for our expenses and savings.There were screenshots. Bank statements. Transfers. Everything was from our joint account.I scrolled down and saw the same account that Cole and I had been saving money in for our wedding, honeymoon, and mortgage on our new home.My throat closed over as I scrolled.$14,000$2,700$8,300Every week, there were withdrawals to hotel bookings, visits to jewelers, and restaurants that I had never been to.Then I stared hopelessly at the balance of $118.43 by the last page until my eyes became blurry.A big share of that money was mine. Each double shift, each extra hour of overtime—every dollar had been set aside for us. For our ho

Emily's POVThe clock on the wall read 7:42 p.m. It took me two hours to leave the diner today; the smell of fries, coffee, and sweat was still in my hair."Go home, Emily," called Maria from behind the counter. "You've been here since morning. You'll burn out.""One more table," I smiled weakly. "Then I'm out."The truth was that I was not going home. Instead, I was headed to Cole's. My fiancé. My soon-to-be husband in eight months—if everything goes according to our plans.The thought had come to me between lunch break bites. I would cook him dinner. Surprise him. We hadn't spoken in days, and I felt guilty. One job had led to the other, and he'd been distant lately. Tired. Busy. The same excuse that was familiar to me.When I arrived at his apartment, it was 9:06 p.m. The corridor smelled like Chinese takeout and orange juice. The bag of groceries was balanced on my hip. My heart was full of excitement.He hadn't responded to either of my texts, but that was to be expected. He must