Novels by Yakira Springs

CallaThe bright city lights pierce through as soon as we appear in a clearing, a wide beautiful city, nothing about it says we passed through that thick dark wood to find it, a place beyond every existence I have heard of. My mouth wide open.“Woahh!” I breathed out in a long, shaky exhale, my words tumbling over themselves. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ, Blaire, what is this place?”It feels magical, alive. The air buzzes, thick but light, like it’s hiding something, like it knows more than I ever will. For a moment, I forget, totally forget, that we left my house at ten o’clock at night. This place doesn’t look like night at all. The sky stretches above in strange hues, not the black I’m used to, but a pale glowing blue, as if dawn is stuck in a loop here.“I know right?” Blaire says with this wild grin, like she’s proud of showing me. “It’s beautiful… Even though it’s my home, it still amazes me every time I pass through the woods. And wahhh, this cool air—feels like it was made to wash

CallaThat night, I’m jolted awake by the loud pounding on our apartment door. It’s the kind that makes you think the cops have shown up, or maybe the ceiling is about to collapse. I sit up so fast I nearly knock my phone off the nightstand.Before I can even move, I hear Ava groaning from across the hall. “Who the hell is trying to break in at—” she pauses, checking the clock I’m sure, “—ten-something at night?” Her footsteps drag toward the front door, heavy with irritation.I rub my temples, my body still aching from those sharp pains that have been attacking me all week. They’re not cramps. They’re something else entirely, something that feels like it’s trying to crawl out of my bones. I’ve been hiding it, telling myself maybe it’s stress, maybe it’s just too much caffeine, but I know deep down it’s not normal.When I make it to the living room, Ava’s already pulling the door open, muttering curses under her breath. And there's Blaire with her.Of course it’s Blaire, who's gonna b

RonanMy body trembles on the bed, muscles twitching like they’re trying to rip free from my skin. I can faintly hear Casen’s voice somewhere close, low but firm, barking out orders I can’t follow. Feet shuffle across the room, the sharp scrape of wood, the rustle of fabric, the faint click of glass bottles being opened. Healers. I can feel them hovering, their presence heavy around me.But I can’t answer them. My eyelids are too heavy, my chest too tight, my body refusing to obey. Every time I try to surface, to claw my way back into control, it’s like something heavier presses me down. I’m slipping, not into sleep, but into something darker.Right here in the darkness, I see a shape. A shadow moving in the pitch-black fog that coils around me. A wolf’s silhouette, proud and strong, one I know better than my own reflection. My throat clenches. Darko.Even without seeing him fully, I know it’s him. The bond, the pull, the ache in my chest—it’s all there. His outline moves like a memor

CallaI suddenly feel a sharp twitch in my chest. My hand shoots up like it’s trying to shove something back into my ribcage, but nothing’s there. Just me, and this… tight, clawing ache that feels too big for my body. I freeze, heart hammering like it’s trying to break free.“What the hell…” I mutter, pressing my palm to my chest. My fingers tremble. My vision blurs, or maybe it’s just my head pounding in rhythm with my heartbeat. Everything feels off, something is wrong.I try to breathe, slow, careful, like my lungs and heart might actually listen if I beg them nicely. Nope. They do their own thing. Panicking. Racing. Throbbing. Then the headache hits like a fist to the temple. Sharp, stabbing, making me wince, stumble against the wall. My legs feel like rubber noodles, bending under me without permission. I barely catch the edge of the counter in my kitchen. The apartment smells… normal, but it doesn’t register. Everything smells like antiseptic in my brain, like I’m already some

RonanWord spreads faster than wildfire through the pack. The Alpha’s wolf is gone.I hear it in the way warriors mutter when I pass. I see it in how some don’t even bother lowering their eyes anymore. They stand straighter, as if my presence no longer presses down on them the way it used to. The weight of respect that once filled every corner of this pack has thinned, like smoke fading into the air.The worst part? None of them are wrong.Darko’s absence gnaws at me constantly, not just in battle, not just when I try to summon his strength. It’s in the way my chest heaves when I climb stairs, the ache in my bones when I grip a sword, the split-second delay in my reflexes. It’s pathetic.I try to cover it with the same sharp tone, the same steel in my spine, but they sense weakness. Wolves always do.Today proves it.A young warrior—barely past his first shift—passes me in the courtyard. He’s cocky, one of Caius’s shadows. He grins wide, loud enough for the others to hear.“Careful, A

RonanI drag myself into the council chamber, shoulders squared even though every step feels heavier than the last. Since Darko’s death, it’s like part of my chest refuses to fill with air. My lungs fight me, burning, my body weaker, slower. But I don’t let it show. At least, I try not to. I still walk with my head high, the weight of Alpha on my back, even if my insides are tearing themselves apart.The chamber smells of incense and old wood. Torches burn against the stone walls, their crackle mixing with the shuffle of boots as elders take their seats. Their eyes follow me, sharp and prying, some pitying, others calculating. I know what they see—an Alpha who no longer feels untouchable.I reach the center and stop, hands clasped behind me, hiding the tremor in my fingers. My chest tightens again. I breathe slow, steady. No weakness. Not here.Caius is already waiting, lounging like this is a game. His dark eyes glint with something close to triumph. He rises slowly, dragging every e