Novels by Rexlucky🌸

Zeil stood with his back to the tall windows of his chamber, arms crossed, his eyes on the world outside.The wind brushed against his cheek, cold and soft like a whisper. It didn’t make him shiver. In fact, it made him feel stronger. More in control.For once.A thin smile stretched across his lips.“It all ends here today,” he whispered.Behind him, a knock came, not loud, just firm enough to announce presence.“Young Lord?” Kael’s voice floated in from the other side. “They’re waiting.”Zeil’s smile deepened, Malicious, Confidence, Sharp like the blade beneath a silk cloth.He turned slowly, smoothing down his robe. His shoulders were square, movements calculated. Calm. He walked out with Kael silently falling into step behind him.The hallway was quiet, but outside the grand WindClaw Hall, voices stirred. The tension in the air was tight, pulled like a bowstring.They entered.And the silence that followed was thick.The hall was filled with members from both the Ironfang and Vel

The afternoon sun dipped low, stretching golden lines across the ground. Outside Zeil’s chambers, Kael stood like a statue, one hand resting on the hilt of his blade and the other gripping that ever-present thin stick between his lips. His gaze was straight ahead, still, unblinking. Always alert. Always quiet.Inside, Zeil pulled the robe over his shoulders slowly. His hand brushed the edge of the fabric, smoothing it down in small strokes. He moved with the quiet grace of someone lost in thought. The silence in the room was thick with no wind, no sound, just the quiet crackle of his thoughts.Then the door opened.Vera stepped in with her usual tired eyes and calm energy. She carried a silver tray in her hands. A plate of seared venison rested on one side. On the other, half-hidden beneath the folded skin, was a small wooden container. Zeil’s eyes dropped to it immediately.The pills.She set the tray down gently beside him.“You always bring meat when you're hiding something,” Zeil

It wasn’t Keal.Zail thought it was him at first, feeling the presence as it washed over him. He opened his eyes, expecting to see Keal standing thereHis heartbeat said it was Kael. But when his eyes opened and adjusted to the shadows in the room.It wasn’t.It was his father.The Lord Alpha stood by the window, arms behind his back, posture sharp like a blade waiting to strike. Moonlight spilled in faintly, brushing over the edges of his face. He wasn’t looking at Zeil, but it didn’t matter. His presence filled the room like a storm cloud.Zeil jumped to his feet so fast, his body forgot how sore it was. He nearly tripped. “Father,” he said, breath hitching, “blessed moon,I didn’t notice… I didn’t know you were here.”He bowed quickly, head low. “Good evening, Father.”The Lord Alpha turned his head slightly, only just.“I noticed a shift,” he said in a calm, deep voice. “The moment you walked into the council hall.”Zeil’s mouth went dry.“Are the pills still effective?” his father

As Zeil thought of finally making his move his body tensed. The claws came out. His fangs sprang free, sharp, wild, deadly. His eyes locked on Kael’s back, and for a moment, he saw it: the kill ,the end for Keal. He leapt.Kael, at the very same moment, turned the corner. Not to run, not even to fight. Just to pick up a small stone.It was one of those strange habits of his. Tossing rocks and carrying a thin stick with two leaves at the bottom of it, on his mouth. But it saved him.Because Zeil missed.Completely.He hit the ground hard. Face first. Into the thick, wet mud. The splash covered his shirt, his arms, his entire face.It wasn’t just the mud. It was so humiliating.Kael turned slowly, stone in hand. He blinked, then burst into laughter.Not just a chuckle. It was deep. Loud. Uncontrolled. He held his stomach and nearly lost his balance.“Oh Moon,” he laughed. “As expected. I anticipated a third dance from you, Young Lord!”The thin stick in his mouth fell off with the fo

Zeil walked ahead, slow steps, heavy with thought. His eyes didn’t really see the path, they were too busy looking backward, back into the moments that nearly ended him. The wounds on his body were already healing, but the ones inside him were far from gone. Every step towards the Velmor's compound felt like a return to that moment, knees on the ground, breath caught in fear, heart racing like he was prey instead of predator.Behind him, Keal was picking up small stones from the path, tossing them one by one without care. His long thin stick, the one with two dried leaves at the bottom, hung from his lips like always. The silence between them was thick, almost like a wall but Keal, being Keal, had to punch through it.“Well,” Keal said with a crooked smile, tossing another stone into the bush, “who would’ve guessed our Young Lord Alpha would drop to his knees, shaking like a pup caught stealing meat under moonlight?”The words sliced Zail like claws. His fists clenched so tightly his

Zeil opened the door.The hallway was quiet, but his heartbeat wasn’t.His eyes darted around, scanning every corner. Every shadow. Where’s Kael? The corridor felt wider than usual, colder too but Kael was gone.Gone without a trace.Zeil’s chest tightened. His steps felt heavy as he walked down the stone path leading toward the Elders’ Hall. A voice whispered in his head, quiet but sharp. He told Father.He told him everything.Sweat rolled down Zeil’s back, and not from heat this time. His stomach twisted. I’m done for.His father never summoned him here for praise. If the Lord Alpha called, it meant trouble at least 95% of the time. That number always felt too accurate.Each step he took echoed off the marble floor. As he approached the wide double doors of the Elders Hall, memories began flashing behind his eyes. Every moment his father summoned him here.The time he missed his second hunt trial.The day he overslept and his father caught him in bed on an intense training morning.