Novels by omejechidera00

THE MAGE'S PRICE Cassius’s POVI turned onto my side, staring up at the ceiling of my chamber. Cold, silent and empty. Sleep hadn’t come easily in days and tonight was no different.The pressure in my chest had grown worse—restlessness coiling like smoke deep within my mind, demanding movement. Action.“Enough.”My wolf growled, pacing behind my thoughts.We don’t have time for this.” The beast rumbled. *She’s still out there. We should be moving, not lying here like a weak pup.*I shut my eyes, inhaling deeply. *You think I don’t know that?**Then why are we wasting time? Why are we still here?*“We can’t move without a plan, I replied.”“If we rush in blindly, we won’t be able to save her.”*If we wait any longer, there won’t be anything left to save.*He wasn’t wrong. Every hour Celene remained in Balthazar’s grasp, the rage inside me burned hotter. I sat up, swung my legs over the bed, and pressed my bare feet against the cold stone floor. If sleep wouldn’t come, I’d find Magnus.

A KING'S DILEMMACassius’s POVThe city gates loomed ahead, their black iron edges slick with morning dew. Rain had passed through earlier, and the stone paved streets still carried its scent—wet soil, and burnt out torches. As Magnus and I rode through the quiet roads of the kingdom, I could feel the weight of my absence pressing heavier with every step my stallion took.We had found her.Celene.Or at least, we’d found where she had been taken.To Balthazar.Just thinking his name made my jaw tighten. My hands curled around the reins. We’d searched every crevice of the underground—threats and bribes were used. Even blood was spilled when needed, and in the end it had led us to him.A ghost among Alphas.A savage rogue with no ties, no rules and no loyalty to the crown, and now he had my sister.My stallion came to a sharp stop in the courtyard. Gravel scattered under its hooves as I dismounted in one swift movement. Urgency flared through me like fire beneath my skin. Magnus follo

THE COST OF SURVIVAL Vivienne’s POV“Dear Selmara, give me strength.” I said, ending my prayer.My throat was raw, my lips cracked, but the silence in this was maddening. Praying gave me hope. It helped me remember I was still alive.The heat made it hard to breathe, and move. My skin was so damp, dirt and sand from the floor clung to it. Topped with the rotten air that never faded. Breathing it in burned my nose, but I’d gotten used to it.Two days. That’s how long I had been here.Two days of eating scraps thrown like slop for animals. Two days of drinking still water that tasted like rust. My stomach had turned on itself, twisting in hunger, but I was past hunger now. It had become background noise—just another ache among many.And yet… she had it worse.The girl in my lap whimpered softly, her skin clammy and hot. She could be around my age or younger. Her wound had festered—red, inflamed, and pulsing with infection. The smell alone nearly made me gag, but I stayed close, gently

THE DYING AND THE DAMNED Vivienne’s POVThe world tilted as I hit the ground, my knees slamming hard against the stone. Pain exploded through my legs, but I barely gasped. The air in the dungeon was dense with rot and the stink of sweat and despair.“Welcome to your new home,” one of the guards sneered, his voice a disgusting mix of amusement and cruelty.I braced myself on shaking hands, my arms burning with the effort. Before I could lift my head, a boot cracked against my ribs. I collapsed again with a strangled breath, pain radiating through my side like lightning.Laughter.Then retreating footsteps.The iron door screeched shut behind them, sealing the stench and suffering inside.I stayed there, curled on my side, breaths shallow and jagged. Every inch of me ached. My ribs screamed, my back throbbed, and my stomach twisted in knots but I wouldn’t break. Not here and not for them.When the footsteps finally faded, I dragged myself upright onto trembling elbows.The dungeon stre

THE COST OF POWER The fire in Silas’s chamber hissed and the burning cedarwood snapped, sending orange sparks against the weathered wooden floors, along with bursts of aroma and heat from the fireplace into the air. The room wasn’t grand—more practical than opulent, with aging tapestries and brown brick walls dulled by years of smoke. A narrow window rattled under the weight of the night wind, its shutters creaking with each gust.Silas stood by the hearth, hands braced on the mantel, though the fire offered little warmth. He hadn’t eaten since morning. The food on the table had gone cold, untouched. His stomach grumbled, but his thoughts were louder. Thoughts of the future. His future.The Silvercrown Pack was gone. Burned and scattered to the wind.But the crown hadn’t acknowledged him. Not yet. And without that, none of his efforts meant anything.Behind him, Genevieve reclined on a modest chaise, her scarlet night dress slipping down one shoulder with intentional ease. Her gre

THE PRESENTATION.Vivienne’s POVI stirred slowly, drifting between foggy thoughts and the unfamiliar scent of jasmine and myrrh. Softness cradled me—pillows, maybe or a bed. Nothing like the cold stone and filth I’d grown used to.For one blissful second, I thought I was home.That somehow, I had escaped then I opened my eyes.Golden candlelight flickered from a chandelier, marble columns and silk-covered walls. The room looked like it belonged to royalty—opulent, warm, and too quiet.I sat up sharply. The heavy sheets pooled around my waist, and pain jolted through my muscles but not as much as I expected. I looked down.My bruises were gone.The wounds I’d carried from the pit, the chains, the fights… vanished. My skin was smooth and unmarked except for the runes.As usual, they glowed softly, pulsing faintly on my hands and legs in the candlelight like they were breathing, like they were alive.A sharp inhale snapped my attention to the door.I turned to find a group of women stan