Novels by Ad. Writer

LILA“Janet,” I whispered again.The name lingered in the room like a spell, thickening the air.Tyler stopped mid-step.I hadn’t expected the reaction to be so immediate.His shoulders stiffened, jaw clenched, and when he turned to face me, there was no confusion in his eyes only recognition.I took a breath. “You knew her.”His lips parted, then closed again.Then, finally he nodded. Once.“I didn’t just know her,” he said. “She was my wife.”The words cracked something inside me. “What?” How did I not know that Janet was once married to the Alpha. The discovery that I’m wife number three leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.“It was… years ago,” he said, walking toward the window, avoiding my gaze. “Arranged by the council after my father died. She was powerful. The most gifted enchantress we

LILAThe machines were quieter today.For the first time since he collapsed, the frantic beeping and harsh alarms had been replaced by something steadier and calmer. The monitors blinked in soft rhythm, like a lullaby I hadn’t dared hope to hear.I hadn’t left his side all night.A guard stood just outside the door by Tyler’s orders. I hadn’t asked him to do that, but I also hadn’t told him to stop.Gavin’s tiny chest rose and fell beneath the thin blanket. His skin was less pale now, his cheeks tinted faint pink.He looked peaceful.Like the worst was over.I reached forward, brushing my fingers across his curls, then cupped his small hand in both of mine.“You’re safe, baby,” I whispered. “You’re going to be okay. I’m right here.”A moment passed. Then another.And then, his fingers twitched.I froze.His eyelids fluttered once, twice… and then slowly, slowly, opened.Emerald green, glassy with exhaustion but alive.I gasped, tears springing to my eyes. “Gavin! oh my god. Baby, can

LILAThe Blackwood estate never truly slept.Even in the early morning, when the mist still clung to the ground and the sky hovered between night and day, the mansion breathed with the soft movements of guards changing shifts and servants lighting lanterns.I hadn’t slept at all.I sat on the balcony of the guest wing, arms wrapped around my knees, a blanket draped over my shoulders, trying to feel something that resembled calm. But all I felt was the air.Then I heard boots on gravel and voices just below. I crept to the railing and looked down.Tyler stood near the eastern path of the estate, shoulders tense, speaking to two of his border scouts. Their heads were lowered in respect, but their tone was urgent. One of them handed him something: a thin strip of bark.Tyler held it up to the light.My breath caught when I saw it: a blood-red symbol etched into the bark’s surface.It looked like a jagged eye enclosed by broken claws. I didn’t recognize the mark immediately, but something

LILAThe doors to the Blackwood mansion loomed before me; tall, carved of obsidian wood with the crescent wolf insignia scorched into the center like a brand.I turned back for a moment, only a moment, and found Jackson still standing by the car. His jaw was tight, but his eyes, gods, his eyes were breaking. Like he was memorizing me, just in case I didn’t come back the same.“Come here,” I whispered, my voice already trembling.He stepped forward without hesitation and pulled me into his arms.For a few seconds, we just stood there, wrapped around each other in silence. His chin rested on top of my head, and my face pressed into his chest. I breathed in his scent, trying to commit it to memory before it faded behind marble walls and memories I never wanted to relive.“You still have time,” he murmured against my hair. “We can leave right now. We can find another seer. Another way.”I pulled back just enough to look at him. “We both know there isn’t another way.”He didn’t argue. He k

LILAThe house was too quiet. The kind of silence that crept into your skin and settled in your bones.I sat curled on the edge of the couch, legs drawn to my chest, staring at the flickering flames in the fireplace.But even the fire couldn’t warm me.Not after what I’d just learned and what I had to do.Jackson stood by the window, his back to me, arms crossed so tightly across his chest I could see his knuckles whitening.He hadn’t said a word since I walked through the door. He didn’t need to, the tension in the air said enough.“I went to four different seers,” I said, finally breaking the silence. My voice cracked like glass underfoot. “Four. They didn’t know each other. I didn’t even tell them my name.”He didn’t turn around.“They all said the same thing.”Still nothing.I licked my lips and continued, even though I could barely breathe.“That Gavin is dying… because his soul is tethered and the only way to heal him… is if the bond between his parents is made whole again.”Jac

LILAWhen I finally walked into the ICU, after being granted access to see Gavin, my heart shattered. His skin was pale like paper, dark circles shadowed his closed eyes and his lips had lost their pink color. Wires and machines surrounded him, beeping, blinking- reminding me every second that something was wrong. Terribly wrong. The doctors were still working on his diagnosis. Nobody knew the reason for this sudden mysterious illness and even with my gift, I couldn't see the answer. I was born with the power to feel into people's energy, to see hidden wounds inside. And since the inception of my career as a healer, I'd seen things people couldn't describe. But Gavin... I couldn't see what was hurting him. "Why is this happening?" My voice was shaking like a leaf caught in a wild wind. It was like standing in front of a thick, dark, wall. A fog. Every time I tried to reach inside him, something pushed me away. And it terrified me. I was his mother. I should know. I should feel.