Novels by pelumioyegbori

Tesa’s phone rang as she worked at her desk. She frowned and glanced at the screen. Unknown number. “Who calls this early on a Monday?” she muttered. “Either you’re a CEO… or completely jobless.” Annoyed, she picked up. “Hello? Who is this?” she said, forcing politeness into her voice. Silence. “Hello?” Her fingers tightened around the phone. “At least say something.” “…Hey, Tesa. It’s me.” The voice was rough. Broken. Her irritation froze. “You?” she replied sharply. “Who exactly is you?” “It’s me… Don’t you recognize my voice?” It was familiar. Dangerously familiar. Her heart skipped, but she pushed the thought away. “If you’re not going to talk properly, I’m hanging up,” she snapped. “I don’t have time for games. I’m already irritable this morning.” She moved her thumb toward the red button. The call came again. And again. And again. Tesa slammed her pen on the desk. “Please, who the hell are you?!” she snapped into the phone. “Tesa… what’s w

Everywhere reeked of antiseptic.A harsh light flashed against his eyelids.He blinked repeatedly as his body jerked upright from the bed.Doctors surrounded him, hands moving urgently over his battered body.Then memory returned.Lisa’s back, vanishing into the portal, was the last thing he had seen.He tried to rise, shoving at the doctors, panic flooding his chest. But there were too many of them.They forced him back onto the bed.“Mr. Reinhardt, you need to stay still,” a voice said firmly above the chaos. “Your injuries are extremely severe. It’s a medical miracle that you’re even alive.”“Where are the others?!” he screamed.Before he could struggle again, numbness spread through his legs. His strength drained away, and darkness pulled him under. ************************Emma stood in the hallway, staring through the glass at Rowan’s unmoving body. Tubes and wires connected him to life support, the machines humming softly.The doctors were baffled.Medical

Veronica’s eyes widened, her body coiling to charge as Lisa sauntered toward her mother, treating her like nothing more than discarded property.She moved.... and Emma seized her arm.“Don’t be stupid,” Emma hissed. “That thing is leagues above any werewolf alive, and you know it.”“I can’t let her take my mother,” Veronica growled, her voice trembling with fury.“You won’t even get close,” Emma said grimly. “The Black Wolf will tear you apart before you take three steps.”Veronica bit down hard on her lip. Blood welled. Her eyes burned.At that moment, a battered figure emerged from the rubble-choked entrance.Bertolt.Anger. Frustration. Raw hatred etched into every line of his face.“Lisa!” he roared. “Give Johannes back....or I kill you!”Lisa halted.She didn’t even bother turning to look at him.“Bertolt,” she said calmly, almost fondly. “You always feared me. Even when others dismissed me, you knew what I was.”She glanced over her shoulder, smiling faintly.“And that’s why I

A thunderous clang tore through the hall.The trident already lying on the floor lurched as if awakened. It carved its own vicious trajectory, splitting into jagged spikes of silver that slammed into Bertolt with merciless force, hurling him across the wall—once, twice, again.A shrill screech burst from him, followed by a yelp that refused to fade.“What a joker,” Hati sneered, his laughter sharp and mocking. “Did you really think you could launch yourself to my Queen like that?”“Lisa… is that you?” Reinhardt forced the words out, dredging strength from the depths of his failing body.The White Wolf advanced with regal slowness, claws silent against stone. Lisa sat upon its back, composed, radiant, cruel.“Reinhardt, Reinhardt…” she murmured. “My young lover.”She leaned forward slightly, her fingers lifting his chin.“Lisa,” Reinhardt said, a grin still clinging stubbornly to his face, “would you care to explain all this? Or should I assume you’re Argus Panoptes?”“You,” Lisa laugh

The room swallowed itself in a cloud of dark smoke. Reinhardt’s ragged breathing echoed through it, each inhale sharp and pained. His cursed mark flickered violently along his arm...then, strangely, it calmed… condensing… sliding back toward his palm until the mark looked refined, almost awakened. Reinhardt stared at it, trembling. “Only… Lisa… Only Lisa ever made my curse react like this…” he whispered through gritted teeth. Ilona’s shrieks tore through the darkness. She writhed in agony....her severed arm lying uselessly at her feet. Her eyes burned crimson as her bones cracked, her form threatening to shift into the forbidden state: The Reverend Warrior Wolf. A transformation beyond Alpha. Beyond reason. Beyond humanity. But before she completed it.... FWOOOOOSH! A jet of molten silver shot across the room and engulfed her entirely. Silver. The one thing even an Alpha couldn’t endure. Ilona’s screams climbed into something inhuman as the metal clung to her skin, burning

Ludwig braced himself, constructing a barrier with the last flicker of Ilona’s magic to keep Reinhardt’s weakened body from taking the full impact of the blast.At the same moment, Bertolt lunged forward, he had already foreseen the outcome. One hit like that would tear Ludwig to pieces.His beta transformation surged through him just in time, reinforcing the muscles across his back. He threw himself between the blast and both of them, taking the brunt of it. The force hurled Ludwig and Reinhardt backward, sending them crashing through the entrance of the chamber. They skidded across the floor and vanished into the rubble outside."I do not care if he is the cursed wolf. His death benefits me," Ilona said with a cold smile.Blood dripped heavily down Bertolt’s back, the flesh torn open by deep lacerations. The wound pulsed with every breath he struggled to take.Veronica, still reeling from everything unfolding around her, snapped back when she saw Rowan’s limp form. Her heart leaped