Novels by Speed Writer

Chapter 7Ivy’s POVI stared at my trembling hands.I touched it.The chains.“I did it!” I breathed out, my voice shaky with relief. A rush of excitement surged through me like a wild current. “Alright, now let’s end this!”I stepped closer to him, heart pounding against my ribs. He stood completely still, like a statue carved from shadow and rage. I couldn’t read his expression…his face hidden behind that damn mask. But his body didn’t move, not even a twitch. Was he stunned? Relieved? Afraid? I had no idea. And yet, part of me wanted to know… needed to know. But I shook that thought off.It wasn’t my business. I just needed to get the hell out of here.“Alright,” he said, voice low and almost... tired. “Go ahead. Remove the chains.”His eyes shut slowly, like someone surrendering to fate…like this moment was his execution, not his freedom.I hesitated, then moved forward. The blue glow from the chains pulsed like a living thing. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the metal

Chapter 6 Damon’s POVMy hand was wrapped tightly around her neck. With just a twitch of my wrist, I could snap it. End her.She looked up at me with those blue eyes…wide, afraid, confused. And yet, still bold.Ungrateful. She was ungrateful. After everything. After I spared her, fed her, sheltered her. She dared to question me? She dared to defy me?But then…“Da…mon,” she choked out, her voice cracking, barely above a whisper.And just like that, everything in me… froze.My fingers loosened their grip as a sharp sting shot through my body. My knees buckled slightly, and I staggered.The chain. That damned cursed chain.The pain hit me hard, slamming into my chest and spreading like fire through my veins. My vision blurred, and my breath came in short, ragged gasps. I could hear her, barely…gasping, coughing, but all of it became distant noise. I was drowning in my own agony.“Are you okay?” she asked softly, still breathless, her voice laced with worry.She reached out, trying to t

Chapter 5 Ivy’s POVJust then, his hand lashed across Derek’s face…a sharp, echoing slap. Derek groaned, doubling over, blood trickling from the corner of his lips.“Ooohch!” I gasped.A small part of me wanted to laugh, not because it was funny, but because everything was so wildly absurd. Was I... enjoying this? Watching Derek, the one who used to hold power over me, now whimper like a child?The masked Lycan turned to me, his voice cold and controlled. “Tell me, what do you want me to do to him?” His head tilted. “I can’t kill an Alpha, but I can make him wish I did.”Why was he doing this? I wasn’t even his bride.He must’ve heard my thoughts, again.“I know you might not be the real bride…” he said, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, “But I’ll make it you. I believe it’s you.”What?Before I could even ask what he meant, guards stormed in the forest.“Take him away!” he commanded.Two of them lifted Derek like he weighed nothing. His head lolled to the side, hi

Chapter 4 Ivy’s POVOne minute, I was banished, my parents killed. The next… I was nothing more than property.They sold me to him.The cursed Lycan King.Everyone feared him. Now, I did too , not the kind of terror that makes you scream, but the deep, visceral ache in your bones. The fear that silences your wolf.I was his maid now. In his obsidian castle. Scrubbing floors, serving meals, sleeping in freezing quarters designed for broken girls with no names. Me, once the pride of my pack. I still wondered: why did the Moon Goddess drag me back into this cruelty?Then the echo came: slow, heavy footsteps among the torches.“The Lycan King wants to see you. Now.”My hands froze on the wet rag. My chest tightened. Fear fluttered through me, but I nodded. I couldn’t freeze forever.I followed the guard through twisting corridors, each step yawning my stomach wider. Finally, I stood before a great ebony door. It opened with a slow groan.The throne room's darkness swallowed me. At its

Chapter 3 Damon's POVFor years, I have lived alone.Lived feared.Lived like a monster.No one dared come close, not unless I made them. And I always made them. Fear was better than loneliness, I told myself. Fear kept me from losing what little sanity I had left. But through all those lifeless years, only one soul stayed by my side. I had saved them once, long ago, and they never left. I never asked why. Selene, I'd always be grateful to her.But even with them there, a part of me was still missing.My bride.They called me the cursed Lycan. It wasn't just a name, it was a sentence. A punishment burned into my very soul. Centuries ago, I fought a demon. I thought I could win. I thought I could end him. But he didn’t kill me. He did something worse.He cursed me.He banished me. Chained me with silver-laced bonds that weren’t visible to mortal eyes. These chains, ethereal, ancient, alive, wrapped around my very essence. They didn’t just bind me. They tortured me. Made every breath f

Chapter 2 Ivy’s POV“She’s shifting…!”“No….stop her!”I barely got the chance to react. A sharp sting pierced my neck. I gasped.They’d injected me.I staggered, my knees buckling, my vision blurring.What…what did they do to me?My legs gave way and I crumpled to the floor, helpless. My limbs felt like stone. My veins burned with something foreign. Something wrong. I couldn't move. I couldn’t fight.Inside me, Vivian, my wolf, growled in agony.“They’ve weakened us,” she rasped. Her voice…usually strong, untamed, fierce, was faint, trembling.“What did they inject?” I asked her silently.She whimpered. “Silverroot. Suppressing our strength… our bond. I can’t shift... Ivy, I can’t fight…”My chest tightened. No. No, not you too. Vivian had always been the fire in me, the part that made me feel strong, unstoppable…even when everything else crumbled. And now… they’d even taken her.“Fake! Fake!”The words came like knives, flung at me by people I once called family. Their eyes held no