Novels by Ten Cents

Later that night, the night air was cool and still, the moonlight spilling silver over the forest like a gentle caress. Inside the great hall, the pack’s celebration throbbed with laughter and music, their joy echoing through the walls. But Ella stood apart, outside on the balcony, her heart weighed down by swirling thoughts.She leaned against the railing, eyes tracing the glittering stars above, her chest tight with the weight of everything she’d endured. So much had changed. She was no longer the weak wolf, the slave, the outcast. She was a warrior now—strong, respected, unstoppable.Yet her heart twisted in knots, raw with emotions she barely understood. Damian’s words replayed in her mind, his eyes haunting her, his touch lingering like a spark in the dark. Why did he make her feel so alive? So vulnerable?“Ella.”Her breath hitched, aura flaring as she spun around to find Damian standing behind her—tall, powerful, yet gentle. His dark eyes held concern, his presence overwhelming

The training grounds were quiet, bathed in the soft gold of the setting sun. Ella stood alone, her body aching, skin slick with sweat, breath shallow from a full day of pushing herself past her limits. Every movement she’d made was an attempt to outrun the chaos in her heart—the past she couldn’t change, the pain she carried, and the growing pull between her and Damian.But no amount of training could silence the storm inside her.“Ella.”She turned sharply, startled by the familiar voice. Lucian stood behind her—steady, tall, his presence like a steady flame in the dark. There was something different in his eyes tonight. A quiet weight.She managed a tired smile. “Lucian... I didn’t expect you here.”He stepped closer, his aura calm, his voice careful. “I needed to talk. I couldn’t keep this in anymore.”Her smile faded. Her chest tightened. “Is everything okay?”He shook his head gently. “No. But it will be. I just... I need to say this.”Lucian reached for her hand, his fingers war

Far Behind... Within the cave, the Alpha remained still long after they were gone.His hand rested on an old pendant, blackened with age. A twin to the one Maren wore.A whisper curled through the cavern — soft, feminine, haunting."You cannot run from your blood forever."The Alpha clenched his jaw. “I buried you, Sahra.”The voice only laughed.“And still, I rise in your daughter.”The fire sputtered. The cave grew colder.He exhaled. Slow. Broken.“Moon help me... I may have no choice.”The cave was silent, but the past was not.As the Hollow Moon Alpha sat alone by the dying embers of the fire, the flickering flames seemed to peel back the years. The stones around him blurred, warped — until they became marble halls, warm sunlight, laughter.A time when the world was different.He was younger then. Fierce, bold, the Alpha of the revered Hollow Moon pack. His name was whispered with awe. His word was law.And she… Sahra, the witch with starfire in her eyes, had come not as a threat

The forbidden forest was unlike any place Maren had ever entered. Its trees were ancient, towering like sentinels, their trunks gnarled and blackened with time. Mist hung low and thick, curling around their feet like curious spirits. No birdsong. No wind. Just the constant hush of things watching.Jace walked ahead, torch held high. Its flame flickered oddly — not because of wind, but something else. As if the very air resisted light.“How much farther?” Maren whispered, her voice swallowed by the gloom.“Another mile,” he said. “If the maps are right.”Maren glanced around, unease prickling down her spine. “And if they’re not?”“Then we die in here like everyone else who’s ever tried.”He said it with no trace of fear. That worried her more.They crossed an ancient stream, its waters pitch black and sluggish. Bones lay near the banks — not animal. Wolf. Twisted. Cursed.The deeper they went, the stranger things became. Trees bent inwards, their branches forming twisted arches. The gr

Moonlight shone through the tall windows of Damian’s study, casting long shadows across the floor. His desk was a mess—papers everywhere, maps marked with red lines, and reports filled with every bit of gossip and news about the Crescent Moon pack.Damian leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. His mind was full of everything he had discovered.Ella… she wasn’t the traitor. She was the victim.It had taken weeks of digging—paying off spies, questioning prisoners, and putting together the truth piece by piece. And all the signs pointed to one person: Lila. She had planned it all. The lies. The poison. The betrayal. She had used Kaden and destroyed Ella’s life because she was jealous and greedy.Damian slammed his fist on the desk. The wood groaned under the force. His power flared in the air around him, thick with rage.How could he have been so blind? How could Kaden? That Weak fool!.Just then, the door creaked open.Ella walked in quietly. Her presence was gentle, her aura ca

Jace reached for his dagger. Maren’s breath caught in her throat.A soft, steady rhythm.Too heavy for a rat. Too slow for a patrol.Her name tasted like heaven on his lips, his wolf growling possessively as she stopped before him, her head tilted, her eyes warm. “Thank you... for letting me stay here... for giving me a chance...”His chest tightened, his heart pounding as he fought the urge to touch her, to hold her, to never let her go. “You’re part of this pack now... no one will ever hurt you again.”Her eyes softened, her lips curving into a gentle smile, her body relaxing as she looked up at him. “I... I feel safe here... with you...”Damian’s breath caught, his heart racing as her words wrapped around him, filling him with warmth, with hope, with a longing he couldn’t deny.Mate... his wolf growled, his body trembling with desire, his instincts roaring to claim her, to protect her, to love her.But before he could say anything, a shout echoed across the clearing, breaking the sp