Novels by Lil Dior

Liosha’s POVCarlos stands in the path between us and home, grinning like a man who’s already lost.And I barely recognize him.The man I married was proud, vain, a little too obsessed with his reflection, but not this. Not broken. Not twisted. His energy now is jagged and erratic, pulsing with a faint violet shimmer just like the monster we barely escaped.His aura is no longer wolf.It’s poisoned.“You aligned yourself with him?” I ask, my voice cold, sharp.Carlos laughs, the sound cracked and unhinged. “It wasn’t a choice. It was a gift. Power like this... doesn’t knock twice.”Sebastian snarls beside me. “So you let him corrupt you?”Carlos raises his hand. Dark veins crawl up his arm like rot blooming beneath the skin. “I let him free me. I’ve always been stronger than the rest of you. But I was held back by rank, by ritual, by your precious Bloodline. Not anymore.”My heart slams in my chest.He hasn’t just betrayed us. He’s been remade. Twisted by the stranger’s magic.“Why?”

Liosha’s POVThe clearing stills. Not with peace but with pressure.The last of the rogues slinks into the treeline. Not fleeing. Waiting.He emerges like death, clothed in silk, a grim reaper draped in a robe that clings to him like shadow. He walks slowly, deliberately, as if the chaos around him is beneath notice. But it’s not the robe. Or the quiet.It’s the eyes. Violet.No wolf has violet eyes. Not Alphas. Not even the blessed.My wolf tenses, and before I know it, I’ve moved closer to Sebastian. He shifts with me, body angled forward, protective and shielding.The stranger’s presence is wrong. His aura rolls through the clearing like rot, heavy, slick, and cold. Even the ground recoils from his steps. Vines slither away, soil cracks beneath him.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sebastian mutters.Behind us, my father struggles to his feet, bloodied but breathing. Jon lies unconscious. The remaining warriors are barely upright. We’re in no condition for another fight.The man stop

Liosha’s POVThe howls slice through the trees like blades.Sebastian’s head snaps toward the sound, his entire body tensing, shoulders squared. I hear them, too, rogue wolves. Not mutants like Carlos. These are the starving kind. The desperate kind. The kind that hunt without reason... or mercy.My father stumbles beside me, barely upright. Jon tries to rise but collapses again. We’re battered, bloodied, and hanging by a thread.Sebastian steps forward, scanning the tree line. “There are at least a dozen. Probably more.”Carlos lurches to his feet, one hand at his throat. “You brought them here.”Sebastian doesn’t even blink. “No. You did. They're drawn to blood. And betrayal.”Carlos bares his teeth. “You don’t belong here. You’re not one of us.”Sebastian tilts his head, calm and lethal. “I don’t need to belong to clean up your mess.”“Both of you are enough!” I snap, stepping between them. “We don’t have time for this pissing contest.”I turn to Sebastian. “Can you fight?”He glan

“Mate,” I whispered.The word left my lips like a spark, but inside, it was wildfire. Something ancient in me stirred. Not thought. Not memory.Instinct.He stepped into view through the broken circle of trees, bare-chested, blood-streaked, aura rolling off him like a storm. Not his blood. His arms were stained with someone else’s. His presence hit like thunder, wild and terrifying… and familiar.Carlos groaned beside me, trying to push himself upright. “What the hell is this...?”The stranger glanced down at him without blinking. “You made a mess.”His voice was deep. Low. Steady. My heart pounded like it was trying to escape my ribs.My wolf… she was practically pacing inside me, restless, breathless. Awake.Carlos spat, blood dripping from his mouth. “Who the hell are you?”The man’s jaw clenched. His tone deepened“Someone who doesn’t take betrayal lightly.”Jon stepped beside me, voice scratchy, uncertain. “Do you know him?”“I… no,” I said. But I couldn’t stop staring. My eyes

At an instant, Carlos walked into the opening, bathed in moonlight, it was like he was late for a show or something. He was calm, composed, but there was this disturbing dark energy radiating off him. It was bad. Bad.Then I saw it. Blood. Soaking the sleeves of his shirt. But it wasn't his.My eyes darted past him, and I saw them. Two rogue alphas. Lying lifeless on the ground. Their necks? Snapped. Chests? Ripped to shreds. Their strength... gone. You didn't even need to have super smell to know Carlos had taken their power for himself."Carlos?" I said, croaked out, and walked forward by a step.He looked at me like I was some stranger he had never seen before. Then smiled and spoke."You owe me some gratitude, Liosha. I just saved your skins."My dad, who was trying to get up beside me, chest heaving, glared hard at Carlos. You weren't even fighting. You were just watching.Watching, Carlos repeated, a smirk playing on his lips. Just looking for the perfect opportunity."You plann

Carlos' smirk just sends chills down my spine.We're all dodging claws, teeth, and flying steel out here, fighting for our lives. Yet, all I can think about is Carlos. Up there, playing safe, just watching us like it's some sort of show. There wasn't even a flicker of worry in those golden eyes; he just stood there with his arms crossed. Like whatever, you know?What is his deal?"Carlos!" I shout to him using our pack link. I kick a rogue's butt and slice his leg. No answer. "Carlos, get your butt down here now!"Still nothing.My wolf is growling. I’m so ticked off. What a chicken.Beta Jon gets knocked down, and I rush to cover him. I jump between him and the other alpha who’s coming in for the kill. I bite down hard on the alpha's arm, ripping the skin and drawing blood. The guy screams.Giving Jon enough time to stand."Thanks", Jon says, panting."We're being watched", I say, my eyes flicking back to where Carlos was standing. The spot is empty."He's gone", I whisper, baffled.