Novels by Ten Cents

The battle was over.Not a single rogue was left alive.Damian stood tall among the blood-soaked ground, his black wolf slowly shifting back into his human form. His eyes swept the field of fallen enemies and injured warriors. The danger had passed—for now.He turned to his warriors, his voice calm but strong.“You all fought with courage and honor,” he said. “Lucian. Gamma. Every one of you—thank you.”He nodded toward Lucian, who stood proud but battle-worn, and then toward the Gamma, who kept his head slightly lowered. Damian didn’t notice the flicker of emotion in his eyes—but Lucian did.Damian gave his final orders. “Strengthen all borders. No one enters or leaves without strict checks. We cannot afford another surprise attack.”Then, without wasting a second, he ran back toward the healer’s house—Lucian and the Gamma following closely behind.---As they stepped inside, the tension in Damian’s chest loosened all at once.Ella was standing.She stood slowly, a little pale and sh

The night was thick with tension, the sky above the pack’s second defense line shrouded in bruised clouds. Lucian stood tall, his expression carved from steel as he led the Gamma and the elite warriors through the narrow pass of the secondary perimeter—a sacred boundary meant to keep darkness from bleeding into the heart of the pack.Behind him, the warriors stood ready, their armor gleaming beneath the flickering torchlight. The Gamma, ever silent, flanked his left. His eyes held a strange glint—one Lucian couldn’t quite read.“Hold the line,” Lucian growled. “We don’t let them past this point. If they break through here... it’s over.”Meanwhile, back near the healer’s house, Damian moved swiftly through the compound. His face was set in grim focus as he issued orders to trusted guards, placing elite warriors at every entrance, rooftop, and hidden blind spot. His thoughts never left Ella—not for a breath. She was still too weak, too vulnerable... and he couldn’t shake the feeling tha

The night air was thick with tension as the cloaked female spy moved like smoke through the shadows outside the borders of Damian’s pack. Despite the reinforced security and patrols, she knew the cracks in every wall, the blind spots in every guard’s gaze. Zara had trained her spies well—but even they didn’t know who she truly served.It wasn’t long before she found them—Zara’s three secret spies, hidden in the thick woods beyond the reach of the pack’s soldiers. At the soft whistle signal, they emerged, faces masked, eyes sharp.She didn’t waste time.“Tell your mistress this,” she hissed, her voice sharp with glee. “The Gamma is in play now. Weak-minded, hollowed by grief and pride. He believes he has a chance to wear the crown... and we’ll let him believe it. Until his usefulness runs dry.”The spies said nothing, only nodded, vanishing into the trees to deliver the message.Back at the edge of her dark lair, Zara paced with restless energy, waiting.When the message arrived, her l

The moon hung high and cold above the forests beyond the borders of Damian’s territory, casting long shadows over the rogue camp.A procession of darkness moved silently beneath the trees—rogues, dozens of them, now empowered by Zara’s dark potions, their eyes glowing faintly with unnatural strength. Their snarls were muted, restrained. Their purpose was clear. Their hunger for blood even clearer.It would take them three days to reach the heart of Damian’s pack.And they would march with vengeance in their hearts and black magic in their veins.---Meanwhile, deep within the Alpha’s estate, the war room burned with light and tense energy. Damian stood at the center, a large map of the territory spread before him, marked with sigils, pins, and guard routes. Lucian stood beside him, arms folded, his brow furrowed.“The patrols are doubled,” Lucian said. “Scouts are stationed across the eastern and northern ridges. Every warrior is on high alert.”“Good,” Damian replied, his voice low a

Zara knelt before Lila, her head lowered in submission, though her heart thundered beneath her ribs. The chamber was thick with shadows—unnatural, pulsing, alive. Lila sat upon her throne of black stone, her presence a suffocating pressure that seemed to drain the air itself.“My Queen,” Zara began, her voice tight with reverence and fear. “The rogues have agreed to the attack. They believe Ella is the reason for their banishment. They’re eager... rabid, even. Thirsting for her blood.”Lila leaned forward, her crimson lips curling into a venomous smile. Her eyes shimmered with cruel satisfaction.“Good,” she hissed. “Let them bleed for me. Let them throw themselves at Damian’s gates like dogs. Their rage will shatter his walls... and their deaths will be my signal.”She raised one hand, and dark magic crackled at her fingertips like stormfire—violet and black. The very stone beneath her throne groaned with power.“When the rogues have softened him... when his precious pack is distract

Deep within the heart of her shadow fortress, Lila stood surrounded by dark flames and swirling cursed winds. Her chamber was a shrine to ancient darkness, where whispers of long-dead spirits echoed through the stone walls. She had just received the news.Ella had survived.The poison failed.Sisi was dead. Julianne, exposed. The secret lines inside Damian’s pack were collapsing.Lila’s hand trembled—not from fear, but from the storm building inside her. Her black gown fluttered in the unnatural wind, eyes glowing with blood-red fury.BOOM!A table exploded as she slammed her hand against it. Flames roared from the stone floor as the shadows howled.The door burst open.Zara stumbled inside, clearly summoned by the witch’s wrath. “L-Lila—”Before she could finish, she was thrown off her feet by a violent surge of dark magic. She hit the wall with a gasp, coughing from the sheer pressure that crushed the air from her lungs.“You dare walk in here after this disgrace?” Lila’s voice wasn