Novels by Luz Pen

Kian’s Point of ViewI still cannot believe what I saw tonight. Nothing, in all my nineteen years on this earth, ever shocked me as this. Before my very eyes a human girl turned to a wolf.. Not just any wolf. Her fur was white and black, like night and day mixed together. But what got to me the most were her eyes. One was the color of the full moon, glowing silver, the other was golden, like that of an Alpha. I had never seen anything like it.That shouldn't be possible. In our world, humans never become wolves. It's forbidden for any werewolf to bite a human. It's one of our oldest laws. So how did this happen?I was still thinking about it when a loud, heavy knock hit my door. It made me jump. Before I could even stand up, the door burst open. My father walked in.Alpha Marcus of the Silver Pack.My nightmare.People feared him. I feared him. All of us in our pack were aware that he was cold, merciless, and would stop at nothing in order to have what he desired. He was a leader, a k

Aria's POV By the time I arrived home the house was filled with the smell of burnt toast and something sweet. Grace, my foster mother was in the kitchen attempting to prepare my favorite, cinnamon pancakes, even though the mix had clearly expired. She had her apron dusted with the flour, and batter on her cheek.She turned when I stepped in. “There’s the birthday girl. How was school?”I was a bit hesitant, and said the safest thing to her. “Fine.”She looked me in the face a second, then shook her head as though she did not believe me, but did not feel inclined to insist. "We saved you something," said she, giving me a plate with half a pancake on it, folded like a taco.My foster dad, Tom, lifted a mug in my direction from the couch. “Eighteen today. You’re officially old enough to pay rent now.”I smiled politely and sat down to eat. I didn’t have the heart to tell them the day had been like all the others... sharp, cold, unkind. They tried, in their own way. They did not have mu

Aria's POV My name is Aria Blake and today I turn eighteen. The big eighteen, the age all the girls are thrilled to reach, but I just feel sad.There is no celebration. Just a tired smile from my foster mom and a stale blueberry muffin with a tiny candle poked in the middle. I ate it in silence, as Tom my foster father quarrelled with one of the twins over shoes.I never told my foster parents I never told them that birthdays do not feel like milestones when you wake up every birthday wishing the next one will be less painful.It’s also another school year, luckily my last year in highschool.Another year of everyone laughing at me, talking behind my back, stuffing me in lockers, and acting like I can not hear what they are saying.Another year of sitting in the back, walking with my head down, calculating days until I can escape this place and maybe, learn how it feels to be a person without shame.I have never attended the first day of school without my stomach aching before I had

A long time ago, before the packs dominated the land and before the first war split the clans, it was said the Moon herself descended to the world not as a moon in the sky, but as a woman. She walked amongst men and wolves, in flesh and blood, her beauty so true, so wild and real, that people could not gaze upon her without a shiver going through their very soul. It wasn’t just her face it was the way she moved, that sweet voice of hers and that pain in her eyes. She was not meant to be in this world and yet she wanted to be in this world.And just like every other human, she fell in love.He was a wolf, a strong, proud, respected wolf. An Alpha. He promised her things no one else ever had. He swore she’d be safe with him, that he would never hurt her, that he would never let anyone else try. And for the first time in all her existence, the Moon believed someone. She gave him her trust. She gave him her body. And when she discovered she was pregnant with his baby, she believed that he