Novels by Mary Fidelis

A few days later, I was in my room enjoying some time alone when Chloe, my stepsister, barged into my room."Look at her," she sneered, pointing at me. "Enjoying the life of luxury. I’m sure you never got the chance to have any of this because of your background."I glanced up from my bed, completely unbothered by her presence or her words."Do you need something?" I asked calmly, trying to stop her from getting on my nerves.Chloe scoffed. "Why on earth would you ever think I need something from you? I would never."She folded her arms and took a step closer. "You came here acting all high and mighty like you belong in this pack. But you’re not one of us. You’re an outcast, born under circumstances no one will ever accept."I shook my head at her words and stood up from my seat. "What is wrong with everyone in this house?"I exhaled sharply and crossed my arms. "I don’t need anything from any of you. I’m not desperate for acceptance."I raised a brow at her. "You call me irritating a

Chloe, what the hell? Are you crazy? Why did you want to harm her?" Chase demanded. "You don’t even know her!""Father will be furious right now," he added, shaking his head.Chloe scoffed and shoved him against the wall, covering his mouth with her hand. "This doesn’t get to Father’s ears."Her voice dropped into a whisper. "She’s an abomination and doesn’t deserve to live.""Says who?" Chase asked, his eyes narrowing."Grandfather. The laws of our kind," she sneered. Then she straightened her gown, patted him on the head mockingly, and walked away.Chase exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. How on earth did we become siblings?Meanwhile…Richard stood in his private room, pacing with a glass in his hand, lost in thought.What ever happened to you, Lyra? he wondered. Why were you at the pack border? What were you running from?Guilt twisted in his chest. "I shouldn’t have abandoned you and your mother," he murmured.His whole body filled with frustration, he threw the glass at the w

Two days later, the trainees gathered at the training ground with their instructor, Fredrick, Beta of the Lupari pack.Today’s lesson was about balancing their abilities.Fredrick screamed at the top of his lungs, "Students, get in position and arrange yourselves! We don’t have all day!"As he looked around, he noticed two notable absences—his best students. Where was his son? And the Alpha’s daughter?"Hey, you!" Fredrick pointed at one of the students. "Have you seen my son and Chloe?"Elvin, the student he had called on, sighed inwardly. I’m sure they’re up to no good as usual. I wonder how they’re still the best in combat skills."Sire, I saw them heading deeper into the woods."*****"Chloe, be careful, please!" Lucas pleaded. "We’re too far from the training grounds. We shouldn’t be here—we’re almost at the borders. You know how my father can be.""Stop being such a child, whining up and down," Chloe scoffed. "My wolf is in the mood to go hunting. You know how thrilling danger i

Lyra’s Pov continues…That same day, in the late-night hours…"I am part of you, Lyra. I am your wolf, Amira, and I am here to help you. Sorry for whatever you've been through. Now, brace yourself—we're getting out of here.""Mother is gone, Amira," I said, tears building in my eyes."Don't cry, Lyra. Now, let's get back at everyone who has caused us pain."An hour later, I stood by the wall of my cell, waiting. The guards assigned to take me to the laboratory would be here any moment. … As soon as they arrived, something inside me awakened. Power surged through my veins—power I had never felt before. Without hesitation, I attacked, taking down all three at once, brutally ending their existence."That's for all the punishments and pain you've inflicted on me," I spat out, my voice laced with rage.Stepping over their bodies, I walked through the dimly lit halls of the lab. Ahead, I spotted Baron—the enemy’s son—entering a room. Without a second thought, I followed him."This must be

Lyra’s Pov…I sat on the ground of the rusting cell, my own wrists bruised from years of chains and torture.My body was weak, but my spirit still clung to the fragile hope of survival.The room smelled of iron and damp stone, the scent of old blood lingering in the air. For six long years, this had been my prison—my world.Captured by my father’s enemies and the ruthless hybrid-killer agency, I had become nothing more than a vessel, my blood taken to fuel their twisted experiments.Tomorrow, on my eighteenth birthday, I was to die.I leaned my head against the bars, my gray eyes staring blankly at the flickering light bulb above.The memory of my mother’s death still haunts me like a ghost, replaying in my mind over and over, as if it had only happened yesterday.I was twelve—a child with no way to defend myself or my mother. I hid behind the crumbling wall of our burning home, my small hands pressed tightly over my mouth to muffle my sobs.The scent of death filled the air—it was me