Novels by LIORA AMARE

Maera watched as Kael’s car drove away. Unconsciously, she rubbed the arm he had grabbed earlier. There was no warmth or strange sensation like what she had felt before. Everything seemed normal now, so why had she felt something so odd back then?Maera entered her grandmother’s room, just to make sure the elderly woman was resting comfortably. After placing a gentle kiss on her grandmother’s forehead, Maera went up to the second floor where her bedroom was located.“Aren’t you afraid of a werewolf attacking you?” That question echoed in her mind. She gazed out at the dark expanse of trees before her. The crescent moon cast a faint light, and in the distance, Maera could vaguely see a tall-towered castle that she knew belonged to the Drenvarr family."Werewolves?" she murmured, smiling and shaking her head. Maera climbed into bed and chose to rest her weary body."It’s time." A deep voice made Maera open her eyes. Her body felt utterly crushed, and as she tried to move, a sharp pain

"Is there a problem?" A police car stopped just half a meter behind Jayden, and an officer in uniform approached. With just a quick glance, Maera could tell that the officer was a sycophant—he flashed a knowing smile at Jayden just before walking closer. "You're Miss Veilthorn, right? Who’s the man behind you? A newcomer?" he asked with a mocking grin."Officer, the young man beside you was trying to force this lady to go with him. I just happened to be passing by and offered my help," Kael said in a cold tone."Is that true?" The officer looked at Jayden, who responded with a shrug."I just wanted to take her home—it’s late. Who would’ve thought this stranger would hit me instead?" Jayden accused."He didn’t hit you. He—" Maera started to explain, but her hand was suddenly gripped by Kael. It wasn’t painful, but it sent a strange jolt through her entire body, leaving her thoughts frozen and distracted."I think this is just a misunderstanding. Besides, they know each other. Everyon

“My job is done,” Maera said as she took off her apron and hung it back in its place. She glanced at the kitchen wall clock—it was seventeen minutes past ten. The restaurant was quite busy tonight, which meant there had been no shortage of dirty dishes for her to wash.“Here’s your pay for tonight, Mae,” said Gibson, the owner of the restaurant where Mae worked, handing her the money. Maera accepted it with a murmured thank-you. With this, her college savings had increased little by little, so she wouldn’t have to burden her grandmother anymore.“Oh right, there’s a job opening for a server at the Vargrave family’s party. Would you be interested?” Gibson offered, giving her exactly the kind of information she needed. “I heard the pay is pretty good.”“When is it?” Maera asked enthusiastically. As long as it didn’t interfere with her school schedule and the job was something she could handle, she would take it no matter what the pay was. “All right, I’m in.”“Okay. I’ll inform the r

"If I may ask, who were those two girls just now?" Kael asked Miss Clarks right after turning his face away and focusing once more on the path ahead.They were on their way to Rowena Clarks’s office—the director and caretaker of the orphanage where Kael Drenvarr intended to become a donor."Oh, that was Miss Veilthorn and Miss Caelwyn," Miss Clarks said, her tone noticeably gentler than the cold one she’d used minutes earlier when reprimanding one of the girls."I didn’t realize the orphanage cared for girls who were already of age like them," Kael remarked casually."Oh no, they’re not residents here, Mr. Drenvarr. They’re just volunteers who help us run the orphanage," she clarified."My apologies. I assumed they were orphans too, and that you were kind enough to take them in," Kael said again as he walked beside Rowena Clarks."Not quite, Sir. Miss Maera Veilthorn is indeed an orphan, but she wasn’t raised here. She became a volunteer by following in her grandmother’s footsteps. As

Part 1“That night, the sky was neither blue nor black. The full moon, which should have glowed bright white, had turned blood red. A pack of wolves ran and howled in fear as the Alpha—its fur jet black and eyes the color of blood—approached.“The Alpha rampaged, biting anyone who stood in its way. It had begun to go mad, just as the stories of its curse foretold. It attacked anyone that entered its sight. It didn’t care whether it was an elder, a woman, or a child—everyone was fair game.“Screams of terror, the cracking of broken bones, and the sound of flesh being torn apart became a soft dirge in that silent night.“War howls merged with the hopeless wails of blood-soaked surrender. The Alpha growled, meeting the pleading, begging gazes with a piercing glare. Forgiveness was no longer an option.“Blood for blood, life for life.” The Alpha growled inwardly, knowing the words would echo in the minds of its enemies—because it had allowed their minds to connect with his.“Forgive us.”