Novels by Kimmy writes

Zara’s POV“Everyone, fall back to your hostels,” Mistress Kyenna said, her voice sounding calm. “We’ll return tonight for the Awakening Programme.”She waited a moment, watching the crowd settle, then added, “We’ll start from the beginning.”The students around me exhaled with relief. Most had failed the first round, and they were happy to get another shot. They all burst into laughter as the lines broke. People relaxed, started talking again, walking back in small groups. But I couldn’t move.My eyes had already found him. Ronan.He stood like he belonged at the center of the world. Head high, jaw tight, eyes sharp like he saw too much. Even from across the room, I could feel it.That was when it hit me again. There was a shift under my skin, which was a flicker if heat in my chest. My wolf that I never felt in my life moved. The bond formed before I could think, which revealed that both Ronan and I are mate. I felt it like a thread tugging between us, it was real and undeniable. H

Ronan’s POVThe smell landed on me the second I stepped into the academy hall and I stopped abruptly at the door. It wasn’t just any scent. It hit me low in my throat and it twisted around my lungs, and squeezed. It was wrong and right at the same time, it smelled sweet and sharp, warm like the sun on stone but weaved with something raw and metallic underneath.It was giving two things: Mate… and Hybrid.I froze.My Beta glanced over, eyebrows raised. “You good?”I ignored him. I couldn’t speak.That scent was impossible.“A new hybrid in our academy?” The words dropped from my mouth like a bomb, it was louder than I realized. The students stopped talking and their gazes fell on me instantly. My stomach twisted, my breath shallow. Do we have a new student? Or is this scent just messing with my head?And why the hell does it smell like my mate too?“That must be a joke,” I muttered under my breath.Of all the wolves in this entire academy, the Moon Goddess couldn’t find one normal, f

Zara’s POVThe temple doors slammed open, sending a gust of cold wind through the hall and everyone turned.A group of students stepped in, dressed in deep blue uniforms. Their boots matched against the stone floor as they walked in tight formation, their heads high, and their backs straight. With everything they are exuding, no doubts, they are pure humans.They didn’t carry the wild energy of werewolves or the weird grace of witches. But somehow, they felt just as powerful. Maybe even more.At the front of the group was a boy. He looked only a few years older than me, with sharp cheekbones and perfectly styled dark hair that framed a face too flawless to ignore. Calm and collected, like nothing could shake him. His presence pulled the room toward him like gravity.“Fighting is forbidden in the temple,” he said, his voice even and firm. “That rule applies to everyone.”Mark’s hand dropped from where he’d been about to swing at me again. He looked away like a guilty child caught in t

Zara’s POVThe Watch, The School, and the ScarI woke up to the softness of silk. At first, I thought I was dreaming. There was no pain in my chest, no cold wind brushing my skin, no sharp branches beneath me. Just warmth… and silence.I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the golden glow pouring through huge, sheer curtains. I was lying on a bed the size of my entire room back in Mooncroft, tucked under clean white sheets. The ceiling was tall, carved with symbols I couldn’t recognize. Everything smelled like lavender and something sweet like honey and light.I sat up quickly. What the hell?My hands flew to my chest. there were no wounds, no bruises. My body felt like it had never been touched.I jumped off the bed and ran to the mirror by the wall. My reflection stared back, completely healed. The only sign anything had happened was my hair, still tangled and wild from running through the woods. My heartbeat raced.How did I get here?Then I remembered the men, the blade, Lil

Zara’s POVThe forest was quiet, too quiet. I’d walked for hours, walking through tall grass, jumping over fallen logs, and letting my legs carry me as far away from Mooncroft as they could. The pain from my bruises had dulled into a deep, throbbing ache. My feet were blistered, and I hadn’t eaten since morning, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.Eventually, I reached a riverbank, far beyond any place I’d ever explored. I dropped my bag and crouched near the water, letting the cold wash over my hands. The reflection staring back at me didn’t feel like me anymore. My bottom lip was still swollen from Mira’s punch. My cheekbone was a faint shade of purple. And yet, I wasn’t crying.I was free. I leaned against a tree and closed my eyes. Half of me wanted to scream into the night, to cry until my chest emptied of every heavy thing it carried. But the other half, the stubborn, broken part wanted to turn back. Not to beg. Not to crawl back to the pack. No, that part of me wanted one thing.

Zara’s POV“Broken Doesn’t Mean Defeated”“You can’t sleep at the stream.”“You have to go home,” I whispered to myself, pulling my knees closer to my chest as the wind cut through my thin dress.But where was home now?Home used to feel like Darren’s arms. His laugh, his promises. Even though we never had a house together, it still felt like I belonged somewhere, as long as he was by my side.Now he was engaged to someone else, now I was just… me. I’m alone, wolfless, no one by my side now. No one to defend me. Just me. I stood up slowly, my body aching from the cold rocks I’d sat on all day. My head spun a little from crying too much and sleeping too little. Still, I dusted off my dress and made my way back to the pack’s quarters.Maybe I should’ve stayed by the stream. As soon as I stepped into the pack, eyes landed on me. Whispering started.“There she is. The slut.”“Darren’s little toy.”“She thought he’d choose her? Please.”I kept walking, pretending their words didn’t sting

******Lyra*******“Is this because of this thing you alerted us that we have a visitor?!” The one with the cold eyes said while he turned his back to leave. “Lucien…. Don't do that,” The one with the dark said quietly , the one that seemed cool. But there was a weight in it that made even the cold one stop. It was then I realised that the hungry wolf was bearing Lucien. He paused, then turned his back, facing us now. “I have a project to submit to Alpha,” He said, and just like that, he turned his back to leave. “Alpha?” I whispered, the word tasting strange in my tongue. “Did he just say Alpha?”But before any one could utter anything, he turned his back and left, his footsteps that were echoing before, disappeared in a few seconds. “Isn’t the Alpha that gave us an assignment that is here with us,” the calm one said, his voice laced with amusement as he faced the other brother. The second one who hasn't said a word all this while, smirked. Then, his eyes met with mine, and I

*****Lyra******“I’m not in my right senses when I sign the paper…” I said, “now, that I’m.back to my senses…. I need to leave,” Instead of saying anything he proceeded to leave the computer room, without wasting time, I followed him abruptly. “I’m not from this time,” I repeated, my voice cracking. still at his back.“You need rest,” he said, not even looking back at me. But, by this time we had already entered a place which I thought was his office. The walls were plastered in dark gray, lined with some blinking blue veins. There was a huge digital map hovering above a circular table , showing tiny movements that I couldn’t understand. “No!!!” I said again, louder this time, “I know what I’m saying. I was on my way home, and then I picked something from the ground, and everything changed!”He paused, turning slightly toward me.“Miss. Lyra, you need to rest,”“What do you mean?”He moved closer to me until he was standing in front of me. His height took over mine. “Well, you lo

******Lyra********I turned my head to look where the voice came from, as my gaze landed, it fell on a 6-foot mesmerizing figure. I couldn't even look straight into his eyes… gosh… he was breathtaking. “I’m Damian Miles,” He repeated, his voice sounded like someone used to being obeyed,after he realised that I was deeply lost in thought. I blinked hard, realizing I’d just been staring. He extended his hand forward for a handshake, something about his hand quickly caught my gaze, his hand wasn't flesh, not skin, it was made of iron. And in my head I was like so it was a Robot that made me dumbfounded. “The new student, right?” He added, and quickly took his hand away when he realized I didn't shake his hand and it was taking a long time. His lips curved faintly, reflecting that he wasn't offended—just amused. “No!” I quickly added. “I’m not a new student, and I need to get out of this place,”I don't even know how I uttered those statements, but deep down I knew it was out of fru

****Lyra*****My mind opened wide. I sat up slowly, but to my astonishment, the bed floated up with me, lifting off the ground, hanging in the air. I felt it was a dream. I hit myself on my cheeks to confirm if I was dreaming or in reality, yet, I still opened my eyes to see that the walls around me weren't mine, the walls were silver paneled like glass. And standing a few steps away…were two mechanical objects exactly like human beings staring right at me. My chest tightened. “What’s happening?” I said, not knowing that the statement had slipped out of my mouth. “Strange human being detected,” “Activation sequence….completed,” One of them said, his/her voice buzzing underneath, and her/ his hand twisting unnaturally. It was then, I knew what I had got myself into, they were…. robots. My chest tightened, and different sci-fi movies that I had watched flashed into my head. I, Robot, Terminator. Even that creepy M3GAN one. And now, I was the girl stuck inside one of them. “Do t

****Lyra*****The street outside my pastry shop buzzed with people. Vendors were calling out prices from behind their colorful stalls, our counters were piled high with croissants, muffins, and pies. The aroma of sugar, butter filled everywhere.Inside , the afternoon sun streamed through the front glass, turning the shop warm and a little too bright. I stood up from the chair I was sitting in and walked to the counter where I arranged my pastries ( croissant, pies, tarts) in order to adjust them from the sun's rays.“Give me one croissant,” I heard a manly voice say.I turned to the direction of where the voice came from and my gaze landed on a man, probably in his late thirties. His eyes were impatient. “How many do you care for?” I inquired, sliding open the glass door of the display. The rich aroma of butter, and sugar wafted up, making me sweet and proud. “Just one.” He snapped, his voice laced with order. I gave him what he requested and swiped his card for payment. He too