Author Deraの小説

Aria POVThe days after the war passed in a way I had almost forgotten life could feel.Quiet.Not the uneasy quiet that comes before bloodshed, but the kind that settles over a land when danger has finally passed and people can breathe again.For the first time in what felt like forever, the fortress no longer hummed with tension. Warriors still trained, patrols still moved along the borders, but the frantic edge that had once driven every movement was gone.Peace had returned.Real peace.And with it came something even more precious.Our son.A few days after everything settled—after the war, after the chaos, after the long and painful hours that had brought new life into the world—Lady Marisol arrived.Raiden’s witch.She came quietly, wrapped in her long midnight-blue cloak, eyes bright with that knowing look she carried everywhere. We didn’t have to go to her this time.She congratulated us both with warmth that felt surprisingly genuine for someone so mysterious. Then she asked

Aria POVThe silence after war is always strange.One moment, there is screaming, steel, blood, and chaos.The next—Victory.The enemies were retreating, dragging their wounded, abandoning their dead. Weapons lay scattered across the courtyard like discarded pride. The moon still hung high above us, but the air no longer felt suffocating.It felt ours again.A roar erupted behind me.Our pack.Shouts of triumph. Laughter. Howls splitting the night sky in celebration.We had won.I turned slowly.And there he was.Raiden stood in the middle of the courtyard, sword lowered now, chest rising steadily, blood streaked across his armor — some his, most not. His eyes found mine instantly.The tension in his shoulders eased.He sighed.And then he smiled.That was all it took.I ran.I didn’t care that warriors were watching. Didn’t care that the courtyard was still a mess of bodies and broken stone. I ran straight toward him and jumped.He caught me effortlessly.His arms wrapped

Lucian POVThe shift tore through me like lightning.Bone restructured. Muscle thickened. The world sharpened.When I landed fully into my lycan form, the battlefield no longer looked like chaos — it looked like prey.Kael was already transformed beside me, larger than most, his claws dripping with blood that wasn’t his. Liam let out a feral roar as his own lycan form snapped into place, towering and brutal.We didn’t wait.We charged.The first wave of vampires rushed us with unnatural speed, their red eyes glowing in the firelight. One lunged for my throat.I caught him midair.My claws sank into his chest and ripped downward. Blackened blood sprayed across the dirt as I tore him in half before his feet even touched the ground.No time to savor it.A werewolf slammed into my side. We rolled across the earth, teeth snapping, claws slashing. He was strong , Darius hadn’t gathered weaklings — but strength without discipline was nothing.I twisted, sank my claws into his shoulder joint,

Raiden POVThe leather settled against my shoulders like a second skin.Not ceremonial armor. Not the heavy plated regalia meant for intimidation.This was war gear.Flexible. Lethal. Built for movement.Lucian adjusted the strap on his forearm guards nearby, equally prepared but unburdened by excess metal. We would not hide behind armor tonight.We would meet them properly.I stepped out onto the field beyond the fortress doors, and the sight before me would have made lesser men tremble.Rows upon rows of my warriors stood positioned beneath torchlight. Lycans in partial shift — claws extended, eyes glowing faintly gold beneath the moon. Shields locked. Blades drawn. Breath steady.They were not panicking.They were waiting.To my left stood Ava, sword already unsheathed, shoulders squared. Emma beside her, bow slung across her back, calm but alert. Liam cracked his neck once, rolling his shoulders like a man about to enjoy himself.On my right stood Lucian. Beside him, Kael — the wa

Lyra POVThe night felt wrong.Too still.Too heavy.Like the air itself was holding its breath.I stepped out into the courtyard, meaning to clear my head before attempting sleep, when I saw him.Darius.Dressed for war.Dark armor fitted perfectly to his frame, leather straps tight across his chest, sword secured at his side. His boots struck the stone with quiet confidence as he descended the steps.My heart dropped.No.Not—“Tonight?” I asked before I could stop myself.He paused just long enough to glance at me.A slow smirk curved his lips.“Good evening, Lyra,” he said casually, as if he were heading to a feast instead of bloodshed.“You’re moving tonight?” I pressed, stepping closer.He adjusted the cuff of his glove, completely unbothered. “You look tense.”“Darius.”He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into that familiar smooth tone he used when he wanted obedience instead of questions.“Relax,” he murmured. “Stay home. Get some rest.”My stomach twisted.“By the time

Lyra POVIt’s been two months.Or no — the second month is almost over.And Darius still hasn’t made a move.Was all that talk about revenge just smoke? All those promises about tearing down the Lycan King’s throne — were they nothing but words meant to keep the warriors loyal and restless?I could have left this pack weeks ago.I should have.But Kade keeps insisting we stay. He wants to witness the outcome of this war Darius keeps whispering about. He wants to see history unfold.Do I care about the outcome?No.Did I still stay?Unfortunately… yes.And now I’m stuck in the middle of something that hasn’t even begun.The worst part?I already warned Aria and the Lycan King.If nothing happens, I’ll look like a liar. A fool. A desperate wolf seeking attention.I sat on the trunk of a fallen tree at the edge of the clearing, the bark rough beneath my palms. The evening air was cool, but it did nothing to ease the frustration burning in my chest.I dragged a hand through my hair and ex

Kael’s POV The sanctuary was silent. Not even the crackle of firewood dared interrupt my thoughts as I sat alone, surrounded by shadows and the sharp scent of herbs and old blood. This place—once sacred, once soothing—had become a cage I willingly locked myself in. Days had passed. Weeks maybe. And yet, I couldn’t forget her. The woman of that night. I didn’t know her name. I never even got the chance to ask. She had been light in the dark, warm in a world where I was cold-blooded by necessity. Her voice, her breathless laughter, the way she touched me like she wasn’t afraid of what I was… like she saw me. I had started to feel something I had long forgotten. Something dangerously close to hope. And then… she vanished. Gone before I even returned to the tent. No note. No word. Just empty sheets and the haunting echo of her scent. I clenched my jaw, eyes narrowing at the memory that had haunted me every damn night since. I searched. Goddess, I searched. I had every scout, every

Ronan’s POV Dawn had barely broken when Mira walked into my office, hovering like a shadow by the door. I was seated at the edge of my desk, arms folded, eyes skimming through a weathered scroll that detailed rogue sightings near our borders. She didn’t speak. Not for a full ten minutes. “Mira,” I said without looking up, “you’ve been standing there like a statue. What is it?” She fidgeted, her hands wringing together. “Promise me you won’t get all mad about it.” That made me pause. I slowly lifted my gaze to her and arched a brow. “What have you done this time?” She stepped closer, guilt already etched into her face. “Jax and I were out on the northern patrol. We... we found someone.” I straightened slightly. “Found someone?” “A girl,” she nodded. “In the woods. She was half-conscious, injured, barely breathing. Looked like she hadn’t eaten in days.” My brows furrowed. “And you brought her here?” Mira flinched at the sharpness in my tone but held her ground. “We couldn’t ju

Selene’s POV It had been days. Days of walking with no direction, only the pain in my feet and the cold bite of the wind guiding me forward. The nights were the worst. The world turned black, and every sound became a threat. The howls in the distance. The rustling in the brush. The echo of my own heartbeat in my ears as I curled into myself, trying to stay warm. Trying to stay alive. I didn’t know where I was anymore. Snow had soaked my boots through. My legs were scraped from thorns, rocks, gods-know-what else. My cloak—thin and torn—clung to me like wet paper. I’d passed through forests dense with silence, cliffs jagged and high, and rivers too cold to cross without feeling like death was waiting on the other side. But I kept walking. Because I had no choice. The wildlands… they didn’t welcome you. They tested you. And I was failing. I tried finding shelter—small caves, hollowed trees, anywhere I could rest my eyes. But the creatures here were always watching. I could feel

Selene’s POV My entire body ached—every bone, every muscle, even the skin I was wrapped in. The sky outside had already faded into night, shadows painting the walls of my room. I’d been locked in here for hours. Maybe even the whole day. And I was sure by now… the entire pack knew. Yes. Selene—the disgrace. Selene—the shame of Moonbane. The girl who dared to carry the child of an enemy. I could almost see their faces twisted in judgment, feel their whispers crawling down my spine like insects. And honestly… I couldn’t even blame them. Because I was ashamed of myself too. How did I let this happen? How could I have been so blind? What kind of mistake have I made—so permanent, so life-changing—that there’s no waking up from it? I buried my face deeper into the pillow, hugging it tightly like it could muffle the noise inside my head. I had no clue what Uncle Malric and Aunt Ysara were planning. Maybe exile. Maybe worse. But whatever it was… I would face it. Because I had t

Two Weeks Later – Selene’s POV The nausea hit me before my eyes even opened. I groaned, curling deeper into the sheets, hoping if I stayed still enough, the rolling in my stomach would stop. It didn’t. It hadn’t for days. I’d been waking up with this same awful, queasy feeling—nauseous, tired, weirdly sensitive to smells. Even Liora’s perfume made me gag yesterday, and I usually loved that scent on her. With a hiss, I sat up slowly, pressing my palm to my forehead. My head was throbbing, and the sunlight that leaked through my window was way too bright for this hour. “What is wrong with me?” I muttered under my breath, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My room was warm and still, but something in my chest felt unsettled. Like I was on the edge of a drop I couldn’t see yet. I hadn’t told anyone—not Aunt Ysara, not Liora, especially not my uncle. Spirits, if Malric even suspected I was sick, he’d probably call for a full council meeting and label me ‘unfit to serve as a Mo

Two Weeks Later – Selene’s POV The nausea hit me before my eyes even opened. I groaned, curling deeper into the sheets, hoping if I stayed still enough, the rolling in my stomach would stop. It didn’t. It hadn’t for days. I’d been waking up with this same awful, queasy feeling—nauseous, tired, weirdly sensitive to smells. Even Liora’s perfume made me gag yesterday, and I usually loved that scent on her. With a hiss, I sat up slowly, pressing my palm to my forehead. My head was throbbing, and the sunlight that leaked through my window was way too bright for this hour. “What is wrong with me?” I muttered under my breath, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My room was warm and still, but something in my chest felt unsettled. Like I was on the edge of a drop I couldn’t see yet. I hadn’t told anyone—not Aunt Ysara, not Liora, especially not my uncle. Spirits, if Malric even suspected I was sick, he’d probably call for a full council meeting and label me ‘unfit to serve as a Mo