Novels by Dark-mimi

The Blackwood stronghold no longer smelled of iron and chains.Where once shadows had pooled in every corner, sunlight now spilled through open windows. The forest beyond was alive with laughter, with children’s footsteps, with the steady rhythm of wolves who finally ran without fear.Lena walked barefoot through the courtyard, the grass cool beneath her feet. She wore no crown, no mantle of power—only a simple tunic that brushed her knees, her hair unbound and kissed by the breeze. The wolves she passed nodded to her, some bowing their heads, some smiling. Not out of duty, but out of trust.Her hand slid absently over the faint scar at her collarbone, where Kade’s mark had sealed their bond forever. She could still feel the strength of it pulsing beneath her skin, a tether of fire and devotion.She found him where she always did—on the high ridge overlooking the valley.Kade stood with his arms crossed, the wind tugging at his dark hair. He looked every inch the Alpha he was—broad, s

The night bled into dawn. Smoke clung to the trees, and the air was thick with the metallic bite of blood and the faint, acrid stench of Aravelle’s magic.Lena stood at the edge of the clearing, her chest still heaving, her palm tingling with the echo of the wolf she had freed. The others—those who had fled, those who knelt trembling—remained scattered, their eyes flickering between gold and black as though they were caught on the knife-edge of two worlds.Beside her, Kade was silent, his chest streaked with gore, his wolf pacing beneath his skin like a storm held in check. His hand found hers, claws retracting, his grip fierce, grounding her even as his eyes burned with questions he wasn’t ready to ask.The envoy staggered closer, his once-pristine robes torn, soaked with blood. He looked from Lena to the freed wolf, his voice a hoarse whisper. “You’ve done what no one believed possible. You’ve broken the binding.”Lena swallowed hard. Her wolf still hummed inside her, alive with pow

The corrupted wolves closed in, their blackened eyes reflecting no soul, no spark of life. Their howls were ragged, twisted echoes of what wolves should sound like. The air reeked of rot and iron, of old blood and something fouler still—like the stench of graves disturbed.Lena’s claws dug into the earth, her body taut, her wolf coiling with fury. The bond burned in her veins, tethering her to Kade. She could feel his rage, his determination, and beneath it, something darker—an instinct to kill not just for survival, but for vengeance.They came at once.The first beast lunged at Lena, its maw snapping inches from her throat. She twisted, felt the hot spray of fetid breath, then drove her claws deep into its chest, ripping until its body shuddered and collapsed. Another struck from behind, jaws clamping around her leg. Pain tore through her, but the bond surged, and Kade was there, smashing into the creature with bone-breaking force, tearing its head from its body in a spray of black

The battlefield stilled, as though every wolf, every assassin, even the forest itself bent under the weight of her presence. Lady Aravelle moved forward with the grace of a queen entering her throne room. Her gown shimmered like liquid night, threaded with silver that caught the moonlight, and her eyes gleamed—cold, calculating, serpentine. She walked through pools of blood as though they were nothing more than spilled wine, her lips curling in amusement at the carnage. Kade bared his teeth, blood dripping from his muzzle, the wound across his shoulder burning with poison. His wolf strained against the leash of fury, a promise of violence vibrating in every line of his massive form. Lena pressed closer to him, her claws still slick with the blood of the enslaved assassin she had slain. Her chest heaved, fury coiled tight in her ribs, her wolf’s growl rolling through her throat. “You,” Lena spat, her voice carrying across the field like thunder. Aravelle tilted her head, her smi

Blood still dripped from the stones when the wolves began to stir.Lena could feel it—fear, grief, fury, all weaving together into something volatile. The pack had seen betrayal with their own eyes, seen one of their own die by their Alpha’s hand. The truth was undeniable. Torren had turned against them, and the council’s claws had already sunk deep.Kade stood in the center of it all, his wolf form bristling with blood and power. The golden blaze in his eyes dimmed only slightly as he shifted back, his body trembling but unbowed. He was breathing hard, sweat and blood slicking his chest, but his head was high.“This is what betrayal earns,” he repeated, voice raw, steady. “And it will not be the last.”The hall murmured with unease. Some wolves nodded, their loyalty sharpened by the kill. Others looked shaken, uncertain where the pack stood now that cracks had been laid bare.Lena stepped forward, her wolf pressing hard against her skin, demanding to be seen, to be heard. She let her

The air in Blackwood’s war room was thick enough to choke on. Smoke curled from the sconces, shadows stretching like long fingers across stone walls. The council’s envoy had left hours ago, but their presence clung to the stronghold like rot. The words they spoke, the threats they didn’t need to voice, still poisoned the pack’s blood.Lena stood at the edge of the great oak table, her hands pressed flat against the scarred wood. Maps lay unfurled beneath her fingers—territory lines, patrol routes, the sigil of Blackwood sketched in bold ink. Her wolf prowled restlessly beneath her skin, pacing, snarling, demanding blood.Kade hadn’t moved in nearly an hour. He stood at the head of the table, his shoulders carved from stone, golden eyes still burning with the feral gleam of a beast denied. His fist had shattered part of the table earlier, splinters scattering across the floor when the envoy’s smug voice had dared suggest that Blackwood “submit for the greater balance.”Submit.The word