Novels by Liamneche02

The main hall of Blood moon Pack felt different tonight.Not louder. Not busier.Just… heavier.The torches burned low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Guards lined both sides of the hall, tense in a way that told me even they didn’t like the visitor waiting for me.I pushed the doors open.Their metal groan echoed like a warning.At the far end of the hall stood a man draped in dark red robes, embroidered with symbols I didn’t recognize. His hood was down, revealing a sharp, pale face and eyes that looked too old to belong to someone still breathing.He bowed.“Alpha Jason,” he said, his voice soft but carrying like thunder. “I have waited a long time to stand before you.”I didn’t sit. Didn’t speak.I just stared at him.He smiled faintly, as if that was the reaction he expected.“Let us dispense with formalities,” he continued. “You wish to know why your memories vanish like smoke. Why something inside you feels… unfilled.”My jaw tightened.I did not like the accuracy

The afternoon sun hung weak and pale over the BloodFang territory when I finally dismissed the last warrior and shut my door.Silence filled my room. Heavy… too heavy.I was supposed to be happy about my ceremony with Lena but something in me wasn't excited even though I tried something just felt off about Lena , but she couldn't be lying could she??.I had known her my whole life , as the packs healer and never for once was Lena caught lying, or doing anything suspicious, she had always been truthful and transparent always helped and contributed greatly to the growth of pack, but even though she was lying could she had her reasons? .I sat on the edge of my bed, elbows on my knees, staring at my hands like they were supposed to give me answers. Ever since the ceremony, there had been this strange pull in my chest—hollow, aching, like something important had been torn away. Something I should remember. Something I was meant to know.And every time I tried to think, a pair of silver ey

The door closed behind Rowan with a soft thud, and silence rushed into my office like cold air. For a moment I simply stood there, breathing hard, palms flat on the polished wooden table. My fingers tingled with leftover moon-energy from earlier, the kind that hummed under the skin long after the magic had faded.“Bring every witch, every seer,” I had ordered him only minutes ago. My voice hadn’t shaken in front of him, but now that I was alone, the tension finally slipped beneath my ribs.Something was wrong.Very wrong.my powers had been acting strangely all night — fading in and out like a weak heartbeat, like a candle gasping in the wind. Not fully broken, not fully alive. Instead, it quivered like a dying string being pulled from both ends.I pressed a hand over my chest and closed my eyes.Jason…A warmth flickered — faint, thin, almost like a memory — and then vanished again. It wasn’t enough to calm me. It wasn’t enough to tell me he was safe. It was only enough to remind me

I woke before the sun.Not because of duty.Not because of nightmares.But because something inside my chest felt… wrong.A tightness. A dragging pull. Like a thread under my ribs was being tugged from far, far away.My wolf, Nyra, paced restlessly in my mind.Something is coming, she whispered, voice sharp with warning.I pushed myself up from the thin mattress. The room was cold. Frost coated the window. My breath fogged in the air. Normally I liked mornings—they were quiet, peaceful.But today the world felt too quiet.Like everything was holding its breath.I wrapped my shawl around my shoulders and stepped out of my small room. The Silver Claw packhouse was already waking. Warriors moved around the courtyard. Beta Rowan barked orders. The cooks clattered dishes in the kitchen.Normal noises.Normal morning.But nothing felt normal.The cold wind brushed my neck and I shivered so hard my teeth clicked. It wasn’t from weather. It was that thread inside me again—tightening.Pulling.

Dawn rose slowly over BloodMoon territory, painting the sky in thin streaks of silver and pale gold. The air itself felt tight, stretched like a drum about to burst. Wolves filled the courtyard in the thousands, their fur catching the early light, their shadows long across the stone floor.The drums began first—low, heavy, pulsing like giant heartbeats.Boom. Boom. Boom.Each thud rolled across the mountains and echoed through the bones of every wolf present. Even the wind seemed to pause, caught in the weight of the morning.White banners snapped sharply overhead, stretched across tall wooden poles. They fluttered like pale wings, bright against the blackened sky. Wolves whispered among themselves, forming wave after wave of murmurs:“She’s only the healer…”“The mark wasn’t there yesterday…”“What about the girl with silver eyes?”“Why is the Alpha rushing the claiming?”But no one spoke too loudly. Not with the elders standing at the front—six robed figures forming a cold, unmoving

Jason woke before the sun.A pale line of dawn touched the curtains, turning the ruined bedroom into a map of shadows—broken glass on the floor, overturned chair, claw marks on the wall. His head throbbed like someone had beaten him in his sleep. His chest felt tight, empty, restless.And Lena was curled against him.Her head rested on his shoulder, her arm across his stomach, her breath warm on his skin. The sheets were tangled everywhere, twisted around their legs like vines. The fake mark on her neck glowed faintly—too bright, too fresh, too proud. Dried blood speckled her collarbone.Jason stared at her for a long time.He should’ve felt satisfied. He should’ve felt right.Instead—There was an ache behind his ribs. Something hollow. Like a door in his mind was being blocked by invisible hands.His wolf was silent again.Not sleeping. Not resting.Silent.“Jason…?” Lena’s voice came small, soft, trembling. She blinked awake and immediately reached for his face. “You’re here. You’r

The ride to Darlington Knight’s mansion felt unreal. The car was quiet, smooth, and dark enough inside that I could almost pretend none of this was happening. Outside, the city lights moved past like falling stars, each one sharp and far away, like a world I used to belong to. I kept my hands locked together on my lap. Every few minutes, when I remembered that the hospital really had received five million dollars… my chest tightened again. I tried not to think about it too deeply, because every time I did, something inside me bent sharply—like a branch carrying too much snow. Darlington sat on the other side of the backseat. He wasn’t looking at me. He was reading something on a tablet, expression calm. He didn’t speak. He didn’t ask questions. His silence wasn’t awkward—just controlled. I wasn’t used to people who didn’t fill silence with words. I wasn’t used to quiet at all. The driver spoke for the first time when the gates appeared. “Sir, we’re here.” I lifted my head.

The elevator doors opened into a quiet hallway, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. The casino noise faded behind us, replaced by soft lights, a clean scent, and silence so deep it almost echoed. Darlington stepped out first, calm and steady, as if nothing unusual was happening. “Come,” he said gently. “We’re only talking.” Only talking. But my heart thudded like it was trying to escape. I followed him into a wide penthouse living room. Everything inside looked expensive but simple. Dark walls. Soft gold light. Huge windows that showed the city glowing below. It felt like stepping into another world—one far away from debts, fear, and hospital calls. Darlington stopped near a low table. “Sit. You’re shaking.” I didn’t even realize I was until I looked down and saw my fingers trembling around my bag. I sat slowly, keeping my eyes low. He brought me water and placed it in front of me without a word. I didn’t touch it. I felt like any wrong move might break somethin

He didn’t make a sound. He didn’t move quickly. He just stood there — tall, calm, impossibly unreadable. But his eyes… They were the kind of eyes that could walk straight into your thoughts without knocking. Grant slowly stood up behind me. “Mr. Knight,” he said with a thin smile that looked like it was stitched onto his face. “What a surprise.” Darlington didn’t look at him. He only watched me. One long, quiet stare that stripped away every lie I could ever think of. My heart slammed inside my chest so hard it hurt. Finally, he spoke. His voice was deep and smooth, but cold — like someone speaking from far away. “Why,” he asked quietly, “is my name inside that folder?” The room felt too small. The air too tight. My breath too short. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. My throat felt locked shut. Grant stepped forward quickly, trying to control the moment. “This is a misunderstanding—” Darlington raised one hand. Just one. And Grant fell silent immediately.

The taxi stopped in front of the Blue Lantern Casino, and for a long moment, I couldn’t even open the door. I just sat there, staring at the glowing blue lights shining on the building like cold moonlight. The tall glass walls, the spinning signs, the loud music inside — everything felt too big, too powerful, too dangerous. I hadn’t been here in years. And I never wanted to return. But here I was. I paid the driver with shaking hands and stepped out into the night. The air smelled like perfume, smoke, and something sharp I couldn’t name. My heart thumped against my ribs so loudly it felt like everyone could hear it. People in bright dresses and expensive suits walked past me, laughing and smiling like this place belonged to them. I felt small, standing there in my cheap jeans and tired sweater. Just walk in, Freya. One step at a time. But when I pushed the glass doors open, the world inside nearly swallowed me whole. Lights flashed everywhere. Machines beeped. Voices rose a

The night felt heavier than normal. I was at the small restaurant where I worked, wiping the last table, trying to ignore how tired my bones were. My back ached. My legs hurt. My eyes burned. It was almost midnight, but I still had dishes to wash and trash to take out before I could go home. I told myself, Just hold on a little more, Freya. Just finish the shift. Then my phone rang. The screen showed Hillside General Hospital. My heart stopped. My hands went cold. A shaky breath left my mouth before I even picked up. “Hello?” My voice cracked. “Miss Freya,” the doctor said gently, and the way she said my name already punched a hole in my chest. “It’s about your mother.” I held the table for support. “Is she okay? Please—please tell me she’s okay.” “She’s stable right now,” the doctor said, “but her heart condition has worsened. Faster than we expected.” Everything around me blurred. The chairs. The lights. My own reflection in the window. I whispered, “No… no