Novels by D.Aeris

Rian’s POV The second night came without sleep. Not because I didn’t want to rest—but because my mind wouldn’t let me. The cell was colder tonight, as if the stones themselves had learned how to siphon heat. My skin was raw from the chains, my wrists rubbed raw and sore, but I welcomed the pain. It kept me alert. Awake. Here. Because if I let myself drift—if I allowed the haze to pull me down—I’d see it all again. The fire. The screaming. Darius on his knees in a sea of flame, reaching for me with melting skin and blackened eyes. And I froze. Powerless. Dying inside before death even reached me. ​They weren’t dreams. The Seer said so. Visions. Of what could be. Or what would be if I didn’t stop it. I sat in the silence, legs curled beneath me, chains taut but not tight enough to crush. My back rested against the damp stone wall, and I counted heartbeats in the stillness. Thirty. Sixty. Ninety. Still alive. Still mine. The floor beneath me pulsed. I

Rian’s POV I woke up on cold stone. My whole body ached. My wrists were cuffed, and the metal burned just enough to make sure I didn’t forget it. The air smelled like old blood, mildew, and something sharp—magic, maybe. Whatever they’d used to bind me, it was working. I could feel my power, but I couldn’t reach it. Like it was locked behind glass. I tried to move. My head spun. Where the hell was I? A heavy door creaked open. I didn’t even bother lifting my head. I already knew who it was. “Elion,” I muttered. His footsteps echoed. Slow. Like he had all the time in the world. “I’m glad you’re awake,” he said, voice smooth and way too calm for someone who had me chained up like an animal. “You and I have a lot to discuss.” I forced myself up, back against the wall, legs weak. I probably looked like hell. Didn’t matter. I met his eyes anyway. “You won’t win,” I said. “Whatever this is, it ends with me walking out of here. Or burning it all down.” He tilted his head

DARIUS POV The cell door slammed behind me, but I barely heard it.Toran’s words still rang in my skull like poison bells, each one hammering my veins with ice and fire.“She’s a gate.”“They’ll bleed her dry trying to open it.”“You won’t reach her in time.”I couldn’t breathe. Not properly. Not like before. Not since I found her bed empty, her scent torn by strange leather and magic. Not since I caught the stench of betrayal leading me straight to my own Beta—my brother in arms—who had given her away like she was nothing.She was everything.And they took her.Rage flared inside me hotter than any flame my bloodline could summon. My hands itched to tear walls apart, to snap bones, to claim vengeance with every heartbeat. I’d hunted half the castle already, interrogating guards, ransacking every shadowed corridor. Salt trails, magic wards, whispers in the dark—they all screamed her name, and I followed them like a beast, forgetting what it meant to be careful. I was a king, and I wa

Toran POV They had me in chains. Good. Let them believe they’d caught the villain. Let them think this was justice. They didn’t realize this was part of the plan. Darius’s dungeon was colder than I remembered. Damp stone, rusted iron, the faint scent of mold and forgotten blood. I’d sent men here myself. Criminals. Spies. Dissidents. Traitors. Now I sat in their place. The irony tasted sweet on my tongue. The guards had beaten me, hoping for answers. But they didn’t understand me. No one did. Not really. Not Darius. Not his precious little council. Certainly not Rian, the half-blood princess who stole his reason. They all thought I served the crown. But I didn’t. I served myself. From the moment I stepped into the court, I knew the truth — I was smarter than them. Sharper. Hungrier. Darius had been handed power like it was a birthright, and he wore it like a burden. He never had the stomach for rulership. He wanted to guide, to inspire. I wanted to rule. I wa

Rian’s POV Pain came first. A low throb at the base of my skull, blooming behind my eyes like a dark flower. My limbs felt heavy, cold, not my own. The air was damp, stale, laced with mildew and something metallic. Blood. I blinked slowly, the world tilting sideways. I was lying on stone. Chains rattled when I shifted, iron cuffs biting into my wrists and ankles. My throat felt raw, my mouth dry. I wasn’t alone. The torchlight was dim, flickering from the far end of the chamber. A long room—stone walls, no windows. A single iron door. And in the corner, a figure sat in shadow, watching. “Welcome back,” a voice said. Male. Smooth. Familiar in the worst way. I tried to sit up. The chains resisted. “Where… am I?” “Somewhere beneath the eastern cliffs,” the man replied. “An old prison. One the wolves forgot.” I squinted at him. Recognition bloomed slow and cruel. Lord Elion. “You,” I whispered. “You remember me.” He stood, stepping into the torchlight. His f

Darius POV She was late. Not by much—twenty minutes, maybe. But Rian wasn’t the kind of woman who lost track of time, especially not after the week we’d had. She’d promised to speak to Avery before moving her things into my wing. She was laughing when she left. Light in a way I hadn’t seen her in days. Now that laughter echoed in my mind like a knife being slowly drawn across stone. I waited another five minutes. Then I moved. The corridor outside my chambers was quiet. My guards straightened at my approach, offering small bows. “Have you seen Rian?” I asked. They exchanged glances. “She passed through heading toward Lady Avery’s quarters about half an hour ago.” “And after?” A beat of silence. Too long. “No, my king.” My throat went tight. I nodded, turned, and walked—fast. By the time I reached Avery’s wing, the anxiety had turned acidic in my stomach. Mira opened the door, hair damp from a bath, wrapped in a robe. “Where’s Rian?” I asked, voice sharper

RENZO POVRain clung to the windows like sweat, the wipers working overtime but the tension inside the car made it hard to breathe. Bram’s hands stayed locked on the steering wheel, knuckles white, jaw tight.I couldn’t fucking breathe. My heart had nearly flown out of my chest. My shoulder throbbed—bruised. I turned toward the driver’s seat, eyes catching on Bram. He was bleeding at the side of his head. The guard up front looked dazed, blinking like he’d just snapped back into reality.Suddenly, the guard jolted, shoved open the door, and stumbled out. A second later, the back door swung open and he dropped to his knees beside me.“Sir, are you okay?” he asked, breath shaking. Then he bowed.“I deserve to die… I failed to protect you.”I rolled my eyes.My gaze met Bram’s in the rearview mirror.“Get down. I’ll drive.”He didn’t say a word. Just stepped out of the car like it was nothing. I climbed into the driver’s seat. Bram slid into the passenger side, quiet as ever.“Boss, you

RENZO POV“Do you jerk off moaning the name of the guy you hate?”My breath snagged. Pulse skipped—then pounded like a fucking war drum.What the actual fuck.How did he know?I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stared at the message like it might rewrite itself. Like maybe if I looked long enough, it would disappear.But it didn’t.A flush crept up my neck, hot and humiliating. My fingers gripped the phone too tightly. My thumb hovered over the screen, but I couldn’t respond. Couldn’t even think straight.I bolted.Didn’t care if he saw me leave. Didn’t care if I looked like a damn coward. I just needed to get away. I slammed the door behind me, flung myself onto the bed, and buried my face into the pillow like it could smother the memory of that text.But it replayed in my head, word for fucking word.“Do you jerk off moaning the name of the guy you hate?”What the hell? How did he even know?I shot upright, panic blooming in my chest. My gaze swept the room. Paranoia kicked in hard.

RENZO POVMy eyes widened in shock, the breath knocked clean out of my lungs at the scene in front of me.Bram.And some random guy.Fucking.The guy’s eyes went wide the moment he saw me standing in the doorway.“What the fuck, Bram? You said no one was coming in!” he shouted, clearly knowing him. But Bram didn’t stop. Not for me. Not for anything.He pulled out of the guy’s ass, stroking his thick cock with slow, deliberate movements, then slapped the guy’s ass hard. The moan that followed was filthy—like he was made for it. Then Bram slid a finger inside him again, deep, as he kept stroking himself, his cold eyes locked on mine.I swallowed hard, a dry lump caught in my throat. My feet were frozen in place.“Yes, Bram… fuck, Daddy. I’ve always loved your cock,” the guy moaned like he wasn’t just being watched. Like he wanted me to see.“What the fuck is wrong with you two?!” I shouted, finally finding my voice. “Bram, is this what I’m paying you for?!”The guy smirked over his shou

RENZO POVArms wrapped around me, stopping me mid-fall.One second I was falling, bracing for hardwood and humiliation. The next, my face slammed into something solid. Hard. Warm.A chest.A broad, unmoving chest.And then—God—my lips hit skin.Warm skin.My eyes flew open, breath caught in my throat. My mouth was pressed against his neck. Bram’s neck. I could feel the pulse beneath his skin, steady and indifferent, like mine wasn’t thundering like a damn war drum.I gasped and shoved myself back, heat crawling up my spine as I stumbled out of his grip.He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. Just stared down at me like he’d caught a leaf falling out of the sky. Like it meant nothing.I cleared my throat, stepping away quickly. “I would’ve said thank you,” I said flatly, like my heart wasn’t still racing, “but you’re paid to protect me.”No reaction. Of course not.I turned and stormed outside, needing air, distance, anything but the static buzzing under my skin.The cars were already parked

RENZO POVIt’s another fucking day with me stuck with Brian with Bram.I’m so fucking bored I could scream. There’s nothing to do here except rot in front of the TV watching movies and play video games like a damn princess locked in a tower. I used to have clubs. Late nights. Good drugs. Great sex. I used to have people around me.Now? Nothing. No calls. No visits. Just me, Bram, and the walls closing in.The doctor left yesterday, which was the last bit of interaction I had with an actual human being who didn’t make me feel like I was one wrong move away from getting body-slammed. And no offense, but I was hoping she’d stay longer. At least she had great tits.Now the only thing keeping me sane is porn and my right hand. And even that’s losing its charm.I was sprawled on the couch, staring at the stupid screen like it might suddenly entertain me better if I glared hard enough, when Bram walked in and turned the TV off. No warning. Just walked in and—click.I sat up, scowling.“What

RENZO POVThe morning tastes like stale bitterness and quiet rage.Bram’s already awake, as always. I hear him in the kitchen—quiet movements, efficient. No wasted sound. Just the dull clink of a spoon in a mug and the low hum of the fridge closing.He’s always up before me. Always dressed, always armed, always silent. Like he doesn’t sleep. Like he’s some kind of automaton built to ruin my goddamn sanity one blank stare at a time.I roll to my feet and stretch, spine cracking.He doesn’t look at me when I walk into the kitchen shirtless and barefoot, the morning light catching on the faint scars across my ribs. Old things. Razor-thin memories of old betrayals.“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” I mutter.He sets a steaming mug down on the counter—his own—and sips. His eyes flick to me once, unreadable, before returning to whatever silent thought process is happening behind those eyes.Not a single word.“You’re really committing to this silent brute act, huh?” I say, leaning on the

Rians POVEin Stöhnen glitt über meine Lippen, als das blendende Sonnenlicht in den Raum strömte und mein Gesicht mit unversöhnlicher Wärme traf. Ich blinzelte gegen die rauen Strahlen, mein Körper steif und wund, jeder Muskel schmerzte, als wäre ich von einem Auto überfahren worden. Aber das Schlimmste war bei weitem der harte Stich auf meinem Rücken. Es pochte mit jedem Atemzug, scharf und wütend unter den Bandagen, die Elira letzte Nacht um mich gewickelt hatte. Der Schmerz war eine grausame Erinnerung an alles, was passiert war.Ich bewegte mich vorsichtig, saß mit einem Zucken aufrecht, und alles, was letzte Nacht mit Darius passiert war, kam zurück**LETZTE NACHT**Er starrte mich verwirrt an, sein Gesicht war unleserlich."Ablehnung?" Er hatte gefragt, seine Stimme leise und unleserlich.Ich nickte langsam und machte mir nicht die Mühe, das Zittern in meinen Gliedmaßen zu verbergen. „Du hasst mich“, hatte ich mit gebrochener Stimme gesagt. „Und ich bin bereit, wieder abgelehnt

Darius POV"Meine Schwester?" Ich fragte noch einmal, da ich absolut sicher sein musste. Toran nickte verzweifelt.„Ja, Eure Gnade“, bestätigte er, seine Stimme eilte mit Dringlichkeit.Eine widerliche Wendung bildete sich in meinem Bauch. Meine Schwester. Die einzige Familie, die ich noch hatte."Wo ist sie jetzt?" Ich flüsterte und achtete darauf, Rian nicht zu wecken, der tief und fest neben mir schlief."Das Rudelkrankenhaus", antwortete Toran.Ich nichte kurz und entließ ihn schweigend mit einem Fingerstrich. Dann zog ich vorsichtig die Bettdecke bis zu Rians Kinn und ließ meine Finger kurz über ihr Haar streichen, bevor ich mich umdrehte und Toran nach draußen folgte.Die Hallen waren ruhig, als wir uns schnell durch den Palast und in Richtung Krankenhaus bewegten. Ein brennendes Gefühl der Angst brodete unter meiner Haut. Als wir ankamen, sah ich sie - Avery - auf dem Krankenhausbett liegen, ihr Körper war verletzt und ramponiert. Elira, die Palastheilerin, stand neben ihr und

Darius POVIch trug sie in mein Zimmer, ihr zitternder Körper wiegte an meiner Brust. Jeder Schritt, den ich machte, war schnell, zielstrebig, aber vorsichtig, um sich jedes Zucken, jeden gebrochenen Atemzug, den sie machte, bewusst zu sein. Der Anblick von ihr früher, gefesselt und ausgepeitscht, hatte etwas Dunkles und Ursprüngliches in mir gerührt. Ein nagender Schmerz. Eine Wut, die ich nicht mehr unterdrücken konnte.Sie hat das nicht verdient.Nicht sie.Ich legte sie sanft auf das Bett, ihr Körper schlaff, aber immer noch bei Bewusstsein, und ich verband Elira sofort."Komm in meine Kammer. Jetzt."Meine Stimme war rau, knackig vor Frustration und schwemmender Wut.Sie kam Augenblicke später an, die Tasche ihres Heilers über ihre Schulter hing, gefüllt mit Kräutern und glitzernden Fläschchen. Sie verbeugte sich schnell.„Eure Gnade.“Ohne ein weiteres Wort bewegte sie sich zu Rians Seite und kniete neben dem Bett. Ihre Finger arbeiteten bereits und beurteilten die Wunden.„Sie

Rians POVTage vergingen, aber ich hatte den König nicht gesehen, seit er mir dieses Zimmer gegeben hatte. Kein Blick. Kein Wort. Nur Stille... und Distanz.Ich stand immer noch jeden Morgen früh auf und ging in die Küchen, obwohl mir niemand das befahl. Die Routine hat mich geerdet. Gemüse hacken. Pfannen schrubben. Wäschekörbe schleppen. Es erinnerte mich daran, wer ich war und wer ich nicht war.Flüstern folgte mir überall hin. Sie dachten, ich könnte sie nicht hören, aber ich tat es."Sie lebt noch?""Welche Art von Hexerei hält sie zum Atmen?""Er muss mit ihr spielen. Er wird sich bald langweilen."Manchmal machten sie sich nicht einmal die Mühe, ihre Stimme zu senken.Frau Serah ninkte mir jeden Tag zu, als ich ankam, und erlaubte mir zu arbeiten, behandelte mich aber nie als etwas anderes als einen Außenseiter. Andere mieden mich völlig. Außer Maya.Sie traf mich jedes Mal mit einem freundlichen Lächeln. Sie stand in der Nähe, als andere weggingen, teilte ihre Portion Brot und

Rians POVIch ging zurück ins Zimmer, und Mira sprang auf, als ich eintrat, ihre Augen waren rot und geschwollen. Sie hatte offensichtlich geweint.„Rian, geht es dir gut?“ Fragte sie, eilte auf mich zu und schlang ihre Arme fest um mich, als hätte sie Angst, dass ich verschwinden könnte.„Mir geht es gut, Mira“, murmelte ich, obwohl die Worte in meiner Kehle zitterten. Ich fühlte mich nicht gut. Ganz und nimer. Aber wie konnte ich ihr das sagen?Sie zog sich zurück und starrte mich an, als würde sie versuchen, Risse in meiner Haut zu finden. „Du hast überlebt...“, atmete sie, Tränen bildeten sich wieder. „Ich dachte, du wärst tot. Ich dachte, er "Ihre Stimme brach, und sie zog mich in eine weitere Umarmung. "Ich hatte solche Angst", flüsterte sie. „Niemand überlebt den Trott des Königs. Niemand."Ich versteifte mich, ihre Worte versanken. Ich hatte etwas überlebt, das mich zerstören sollte. Allein dieser Gedanke ließ meinen Magen rühren.„Ich weiß nicht wie“, flüsterte ich. "Aber ic

Darius POV„Kumpel“, knurrte Ash, seine Stimme war leise und ursprünglich, als sich unsere Augen schlossen.Ein Ruck knackte durch die Luft. Sie zuckte zusammen, ihr Körper reagierte, bevor ihr Verstand aufholen konnte.Meine Muskeln spannten sich an, als ob sich ein Sturm in mir zusammenbraute. Jahrhunderte waren vergangen, seit ich das letzte Mal gespürt hatte, wie dieses Wort etwas in mir aufrührte, da die Mondgöttin nichts zurückgenommen und gegeben hatte. Doch jetzt, vor mir stehend, zitternd in einem heißen Dienstmädchenkleid und nach Angst riechend, war sie da.Ein Omega.Sie stand erstarrt am Türrahmen, das Fackellicht flackerte über den Schimmer von Schweiß auf ihrer Haut. Ihre Hände umklammerten ihre Seiten, der Atem wackelig, die Augen weit aufgerissen - nicht in Ehrfurcht, sondern in Panik. Ihr Wolf kauerte sich, unsichtbar, aber präsent, seine Angst klammerte sich wie Nebel an sie.Ich trat vor. Der Holzboden stöhnte unter meinen Füßen.Sie wich instinktiv zurück und drüc

HADES POVShe texted back.Three words. Nothing dramatic. Nothing that should have made me grin at my phone like an idiot in the middle of the locker room.Elena: Don't get cocky.That was it. That was the whole message. And still I read it about six times before Alex leaned over and read it upside down over my shoulder."Don't get cocky," he said, in a voice pitched way too high to be mine. "Ohhh, Cap's in trouble.""Get out of my personal space.""You're smiling like you won the championship.""I did not smile.""You're smiling right now."I wasn't going to admit that. I put my phone away and laced up my skates, and Zach paced inside me the whole time, restless and pleased with himself, like he'd personally written the text for her.*Told you,* he said. *She likes you.*"She said don't get cocky."*That's what liking someone sounds like when you're stubborn.*"You'd know a lot about being stubborn."*I would.*I couldn't argue with that.Practice ran long. Coach ran us through drill

ELENA’S POV By lunch, the number on my wrist had smudged into a blue mess. Fine. Whatever. It wasn't like I had it memorized or anything. (I had it memorized. All ten numbers. I wasn't proud of that.) "You keep looking at your arm," El said around a mouthful of fries. "That's the fourth time." "No I don't." "Hayden. Back me up." Hayden said nothing. He suddenly found his water bottle very interesting. "Coward," El said. "I'd like to survive lunch," he said. I pulled my arm under the table and glared at both of them. "Can we not make this a whole thing?" "It's already a whole thing, Lena. A boy wrote his number on your arm in front of the entire school. There's no version of this that isn't a thing." "He's pushy," I muttered. "That's all it means." "Mm-hm." El leaned back, arms crossed, wearing the smug look she always got right before she said something I wasn't going to like. "Is that why you haven't washed it off?" I froze with a fry halfway to my mouth. "I knew it," s

HADES POV“So,” Alex said, sitting down across from me at lunch. He had a big grin on his face. “How did it go with your mate?”“Fine.”“Fine, fine? Or fine like you got told no in a parking lot in front of forty people and now you’re dying inside?”“The second one,” Jeremiah said, not even looking up from his food.I didn’t answer either of them. Zach had been quiet and angry ever since I walked away from her. It felt like a door slamming, over and over, deep in my head.*You left,* he growled. *Why did you leave.*“Because she wanted space.”*She didn’t ask for space. You just guessed.*“She needed it. I could tell.”*Dumb.*“Thanks.”He didn’t say anything else. He just kept pacing inside me, restless, like he’d finally found the other half of himself and now he couldn’t sit still. It felt like something was pulling at my chest, telling me to go back and find her.I hated that I understood exactly how he felt.“Cap.” Alex waved a hand in front of my face. “You’re staring off again.

ELENA’S POVHe didn’t move. Didn’t smile. Didn’t look at anyone else.Just me.My stomach dropped somewhere near my shoes as Hades crossed the lot, helmet swinging loose from two fingers like he had all the time in the world. Every step he took, the crowd parted like he was Moses and they were a very horny, very nosy Red Sea.“Okay, this is not happening,” I muttered.“It’s happening,” Hayden said beside me, voice tight. “It’s very much happening.”El grabbed my arm. “Lena. LENA. Breathe.”“I am breathing.”“You’re doing the thing where you stop breathing and pretend you’re breathing.”I didn’t have time to argue, because Hades stopped a few feet away, and up close he was worse. Unfairly tall. Jaw like it was carved by someone with a personal vendetta against average men. And those eyes — the same ones that had locked on mine across an entire ice rink like a heat-seeking missile.Ria, traitor that she was, went absolutely feral in my chest. *Mate. Mate. MATE.*“Shut up,” I told her.“

HADES POV Me; How can she leave,where are you? Cous: hum–I can't tell you. Just give her time she'll come around. Cous: besides, you're her second mate. I raides my eyebrows at the message. Second mate? She had one before me? Me: second mate? Cous: yup to Jason. He rejected her because she was fat and now he wants her back. Elena, fat? My mind drifted back to the night of the club. *flashback* “I'm Elena Robert” The girl yelled after me and I smirked finding my way through the crowds.* *end of flashback* Me: Whats her last name. Cous: Roberto. The other girl is ls also Elena and they're best friend. Can you believe. She's the one. Fuck she looked great now. Like a fucking goddess. Elena. Me: how do you even know that much about her? Me: we're friends ofc I know most things about her. Me: keep an eye on her… Cous: why should I? Me: You wouldn't want to defy me. Hayden Deville. Cous; okay bitch. I rolled my eyes at his last text putting my phone in my jean pocket. ☆☆

HADES POV “Fuck, I can’t wait for us to crush those pussies,” Jeremiah grinned, practically vibrating with anticipation. I didn’t bother responding. My wolf—Zach—had been pacing nonstop inside my head, restless and aggressive in a way that set my instincts on edge. Suspicious. “You good, Cap?” Alex asked. I smirked, masking it. “Always.” “I’m sure he’s just thinking about how many girls he’s gonna bang tonight,” someone laughed. I shook my head just as my phone buzzed. Cous: I’m here already. Break some legs. Me: Fuck off, sucker. Cous: I’m wishing you well, coward. Say it to my face. Me: Try me. Gotta go. Cous: Good luck out there! Me: I don’t need luck. I win regardless. “It’s time,” Coach announced as he stepped into the locker room. I rose, gripping my hockey stick as the team gathered. We slammed fists together, chanting before skating out onto the rink. The moment my blades hit the ice, Zach roared—so loud it almost ripped from my chest. Mate is here. “What?” I mu