Novels by Ametuo ummulhani

The chains had barely finished tightening around the Shadow Alpha when the sky split open. At first, I thought it was thunder. The clouds above the courtyard trembled. The air shifted, the pressure dropping so suddenly that everyone stilled, heads snapping upward in instinct. Then it came. A blinding beam of white-golden light shot from the heavens, striking the center of the courtyard with a force that cracked stone and sent wind spiraling outward in violent waves. I staggered back, shielding my eyes. Gasps and shouts erupted around me. Warriors who had just been roaring in battle now stumbled in confusion. Even the vampire king hissed sharply, retreating a step as the light intensified. It wasn’t shadow. It wasn’t spring. It was something else entirely. The beam condensed slowly, narrowing, and shaping. And then I saw him. A figure descended within the brilliance, suspended as though carried by the light itself. His body lowered with controlled grace, boots tou

Arya’s POVThe day arrived faster than I thought.I felt it before the sun rose.The air inside the palace was wrong. Even the servants moved too carefully, their whispers thinner than usual. Outside my window, clouds drifted low and heavy, dimming the morning light into something grey and watchful.He was already awake.The Shadow Alpha stood near the balcony doors, staring at the courtyard below. His posture was rigid, his hands clasped behind his back.He didn’t turn when I sat up.“You’re awake early,” I said softly.“I didn’t sleep.”Of course you didn’t.Suspicion clung to him like a second skin now. He had been watching me more closely these past two days. Asking careful questions. Testing my answers.He felt the weakness in his blood. He just didn’t know its name.I rose slowly and crossed the room. “You’re tense.”“Am I?” His voice was mild.“Yes, something is troubling you.” I said placing an arm on his shoulder.

Shadow Alpha’s POVSomething was wrong.Not with the kingdom, but with me.I stood before the mirror in my private chamber, watching the faint ripple of shadow coil around my fingers. It responded but slower than it should have. The darkness that once leapt eagerly at my command now moved like thickened smoke.I clenched my fist.The shadows snapped tighter, obedient but the strain pulsed along my veins like resistance.Impossible.I do not weaken.I had consumed ancient magic. Broken alphas older than dynasties. Bent seers to silence. I was not some fragile warlord undone by fatigue.And yet... Scott’s voice echoed in my mind.You think I’m weakened.No.I did not think.I knew something had shifted.The question was why.I rolled my shoulders, dismissing the mirror. The air around me felt different lately less reactive, less afraid. Guards no longer stiffened instantly when I entered a corridor. Servants’ heartbeats

Scott’s POVPower has a sound, but most don’t hear it.For years, I heard it in him.The Shadow Alpha didn’t need to announce himself. His presence moved like a storm front pressurized, and inevitable. Even standing ten paces behind him, I could feel the weight of it pushing against my chest, reminding me who commanded the darkness in this kingdom.That sound had changed.I noticed it three days ago.At first, I thought it was my imagination.I mean, he had been training in the southern yard, demonstrating a new shadow-bind technique to the elite guard. Normally, when he summoned his power, the air tightened instantly like lungs refusing to expand. The ground dimmed. Light recoiled.But that afternoon, it lagged slightly.The shadow pooled at his feet a fraction of a second too late. The bind formed but slower than how it used to be.No one else reacted.They were too busy watching the spectacle, too blinded by habit to question the rhythm

Two weeks.It's been fourteen mornings of feeding pine sap onto an unmovable body.Fourteen nights of carefully brewed tea poured with soft smiles and lowered lashes.Fourteen days of walking a blade so thin that one misstep would cost me everything.I learned the rhythm of it.At dawn, I would slip from the Shadow Alpha’s bed under the excuse of prayer or restlessness. I would retrieve the pine root now smaller, whittled down piece by piece and carry it to her chamber. I fed it to Kaid’s mother with patience that bordered on desperation. Sap smeared across her tongue. Spring energy poured into her still chest.And every time... still nothing.No flutter of eyelids.No tightening of fingers.No whispered breath.She lay frozen in that cruel in-between, as though death had paused mid-claim and forgotten to finish.If the dream had lied, I would force it to tell the truth.At night, I returned to the Shadow Alpha’s side, playing the atte

Arya’s POVI woke up with her voice still echoing in my skull.Wake me, she had saidmNow, what do I do? I thought.The room was dark. The Shadow Alpha’s breathing was steady beside me, deep and untroubled. One arm lay heavy across the bed, close enough to touch, far enough to avoid. I lay still, staring at the ceiling, feeling the dream cling to my skin like cold dew.It had not been a normal dream.It was a pull. A direction.The spring stirred inside me, restless and bright, like sunlight trapped beneath ice. I closed my eyes and reached inward, letting its current guide me the way it once had in the forest long before blood and power had complicated everything.A single image of a pine tree surfaced.I inhaled carefully, easing myself from the bed without waking him. The Shadow Alpha shifted slightly but did not stir. The tea was doing its quiet work. Not enough to alarm him. Just enough to soften his edges.I dressed quickly in dark layer