Novels by Jokes Writes

Nyssa's POVDay 14, Evening. 13 days left. Four hours until midnight.We find a room on the second floor that hasn’t completely fallen apart.A bedroom. King-sized bed. Mattress probably rotted through, but the frame’s still holding. Windows looking out over the courtyard where our pack is camped.I can see Garrett holding Lily. Senna pacing. Wolves on edge, waiting for us to come back, or die trying.“They think we’re not coming back,” I mutter.Raiden steps up behind me, wraps his arms around my waist.“They might be right.”“Always so optimistic.”“One of my best qualities.”I lean back, let his warmth ground me. The silver on my skin burns hotter now, spreading fast. Up my neck, into my hairline. Soon it’ll be everywhere.“I need to tell you the plan,” I whisper.“I’m listening.”“The curse… it needs willing sacrifice. Blood for blood. Life for life.”“Nyssa...”“Let me finish.” I turn in his arms, face him. “Kael thinks he can use my blood to rewrite the curse. Make it serve him.

Nyssa's POVDay 14, Early Afternoon. 13 days left.The mansion feels alive, in the worst way. Like it remembers everything.Every room we pass is a story I don’t want to read. Portrait halls with faces ripped out. Bedrooms draped in sheets thick with dust. A nursery where the crib is shattered, splintered like something clawed its way free.“This is where my father grew up,” Raiden says quietly. “Where his father died. And his father before that.”“Cheerful place,” I mutter.“The curse didn’t just kill mates. It poisoned everything. This estate, it’s sick,” he says, running a hand along the wall. The wallpaper peels at his touch. “After my grandfather died, my father swore he’d never come back. Said the place is haunted by every Shadowfang who died screaming.”“Is it?”“I don’t know. But… it feels like something’s watching.”And he’s not wrong.I can feel it too. Eyes in the walls, breath in the shadows, the heavy press of old death.The silver on my face tingles. Responding to… somet

Nyssa’s PovDay 14. Noon. Thirteen days left.The estate is a corpse.No other word fits. Three stories of rotting grandeur. Windows like empty eye sockets. Vines creeping up the walls, twisting like veins, not plants. Everything smells of decay, of old death.The silver gate slams shut behind us with a clang like a coffin lid. I grab the bars, yank. Nothing.“It’s locked,” Kael calls from the mansion steps. “Blood lock. Only opens for Shadowfang blood. Mine.”Raiden shifts back to human, furious, naked fury.“Open it.”“Nope,” Kael says, sitting like he’s got all the time in the world. “See, this estate was built on the exact spot the curse was anchored. That clearing? Just a stage. The real power—it’s here. In these bones. Every Alpha for six generations died here. It’s soaked in curse magic.”“What’s your point?” I ask, jaw tight.“You can’t leave,” he says. “Not until I let you. And here’s the deal. Give me what I want—or I kill everyone you care about. Starting with you, Silver B

Nyssa’s PovDay 14. Mid-morning. Thirteen days left.The forest changes as we head north.Not the normal kind of dark you expect under thick trees. This is wrong-dark. Like something rotted underneath and the treesigger trees are trying to lean away from it. Branches twist. Trunks curve. Even the air feels off, heavy in my lungs.We’ve been walking for two hours.No one talks.Just boots crunching over dead leaves. A branch snapping now and then. Too loud every time.The wolves keep their distance from me.They’re subtle about it, but I notice. Always just out of reach. No one walking directly behind me. No accidental brushes. And when I look at them, their eyes slide away like they’ve been caught doing something they shouldn’t.They’re scared of me.Fair.The power under my skin won’t sit still. It coils and presses against my bones, like it’s trying to tear its way out. Keeping it contained takes focus. Constant, exhausting focus.Like holding your breath forever.Raiden falls into

Nyssa’s PovDay 14. Dawn. Thirteen days left.I wake up knowing something’s wrong.Not oh shit, I’m dying wrong.More like oh shit, I’m changing wrong.My face is buzzing. Tingling. Burning. Itches so bad I have to fight the urge to rake my nails across my skin like that’ll fix anything.I stagger out of the tent, we’re still camped near the caves, and almost crash straight into Senna, arms full of firewood.She freezes the second she sees me.Drops the wood.Then drops to her knees.Head bowed. Neck exposed. Full submission.“Silver Blade,” she whispers, voice shaking like she’s about to cry. “Forgive me. I didn’t see you. I should have...”“Senna, what the fuck...”She doesn’t hear me. Or can’t. She’s stuck there, trembling, like her body forgot how to stand.I look around.Every wolf in camp is staring at me.Then, one by one, they drop too.All of them.Twenty wolves. Battle-hardened scouts. Warriors who’ve survived shit I don’t even want to think about. Flat on their bellies in t

Third Person Pov Spring Gathering, ten years back – Raiden’s 19 Raiden Shadowfang only showed up to the Spring Gathering because he pretty much had to. No way was he there for fun. He’d been Alpha for two whole years now, but honestly? He still felt like a kid wearing his dad’s too-big jacket. The other Alphas picked up on it right away, the sideways glances, the quiet judgments, all of them waiting for the day he’d finally buckle. God, he hated these things. All the scheming, the phony grins, everybody sizing each other up like it was some contest over who had the bigger pack or the tougher bite. He was off by himself next to the bonfire, sipping whatever was in his cup and mentally counting down until he could bail, when she just strolled right up. “You look like you’d rather be anywhere else.” He turned around. Damn. She was gorgeous in this effortless way that made his wolf perk up instantly, deep red hair glowing in the firelight, green eyes full of trouble, and a smile t

Dane's Pov“DANE! Stop!”George’s voice sliced through the red fog in my head. Hands clamped onto my shoulders, hard, keeping me from finishing the shift as my wolf tore at my skin, desperate to get out.“Let me go!” The words came out rough, half a snarl. My teeth were already down, vision burning gold. “She’s out there. She’s hurt. She’s scared. I need to...”“You need to think.” George shook me once, sharp and deliberate. “Losing your mind won’t save her. You charge in like this, you die. Is that what Freya needs?”The words barely landed. My wolf was roaring, demanding blood, demanding movement, demanding we hunt down whoever touched our mate and tear them apart.“Dane.”That voice calm, heavy, impossible to ignore.“Look at me. Now.”The Alpha command in it still worked, even if he no longer held the title. I locked eyes with my father. Marcus stood solid in front of me, jaw tight, gaze steady.“I know exactly what you’re feeling,” he said quietly. “When your mother was taken, I

Selene's PovTWO WEEKS AGOThe warehouse reeked of rust and rot. The kind of smell that clung to your clothes and never really left. It sat at the edge of nowhere, forgotten, collapsing in slow motion.Selene was curled up on a stained mattress shoved into one corner. That was it. The only furniture in the whole damn place.Home. For the past month, anyway. Ever since Dane threw her out.Exile.The word still burned. Still tasted bitter every time it crossed her mind.They’d caught her. Proof and all, meetings with Viktor, information passed along piece by piece. She could still see Dane’s face when he confronted her. The rage, sure. But worse than that was the hurt. That look almost killed her more than his claws ever could have.She’d expected death. Hell, she’d welcomed it.Instead, he spared her.Banished her.Big fucking mercy.She tugged the thin blanket tighter around herself. The warehouse was always cold. Holes in the roof. Shattered windows. No heat, no protection. She survi

Dane's Pov "Has anyone seen Freya?" Evie's voice sliced right through the quiet chatter in the dining hall. I glanced up from the map I'd been poring over with Henry and Marcus. There she was, standing in the doorway, looking kinda lost and confused. "She's in the library," I said, checking the clock real quick. It was almost noon. "Buried in her mom's journal. What's up?" "That's what I figured, but she's not there anymore. The journal's just sitting on the table, open, but no Freya." Evie stepped farther into the room. "I needed to chat with her about something... eh, it's not important now. Any idea where she headed?" A weird chill crept up my back. "She didn't mention she was going somewhere?" "Nope. I've been helping Sarah sort supplies for the last hour or so. When I wrapped that up, I went looking for her, but..." Evie just shrugged. "Maybe she started training early with George?" I automatically reached for the mate bond, that invisible link to her. It was there, but ki

Freya's Pov "Please, Freya... pretty please? We really need them for the protection charms for the kids." I looked up from my mom's journal and spotted Jessica in the library doorway. at sixteen, with a blonde ponytail all messed up, green eyes wide and hopeful. Maya and Connor trailed behind her like little shadows. Maya was this tiny fourteen year old bundle of energy. Connor, seventeen and still growing into his frame, with long limbs and weird height. "What charms?" I asked, snapping the journal shut. "Elder Miriam's making protective talismans for the kids who can't fight yet," Jessica rushed out. "But she needs moonflowers, and they're only out by the eastern border, that old oak grove. The thing is, they have to be picked by someone with goddess blood or the magic won't take." I hesitated. George's training session wasn't for another hour, but that vision from last night still had me rattled. Leaving the compound felt like a total bad idea. "It's pack land," Connor adde

Freya's PovI never even made it to dinner.As soon as George and I got back from training, I was totally wiped out. It hit me hard like a truck, honestly. Every step to the pack house felt like slogging through thick mud. My arms and legs were dead weight, my head was throbbing, and my whole body was just begging for a break."You good?" George asked, grabbing my arm when I tripped on the porch steps."Just tired. Like, really tired.""Go crash. I'll let Dane know you're out cold." He gave my shoulder a squeeze. "You went all out today. Give your body a chance to recover."I just nodded, I was too tired to say much else. I dragged myself to Dane's room... our room now, I guess... and flopped onto the bed still in my clothes. I figured I'd at least kick off my shoes or crawl under the covers.But nope. Sleep took me out before I could move.I was at the waterfall.Except it wasn't the one I knew. The water was this glowing silver, all shimmery and bright, pouring down the rocks like m

Dane's POVI stood there watching Freya head off to the training grounds with George, and every damn fiber in me wanted to chase after her. Keep her close. Shield her from whatever was coming.My wolf was losing it inside my head, growling low and furious. *She's walking straight into trouble. Training for a fight that's gonna be brutal. We need to be there.*"Can't," I muttered out loud. Some pack kid walking by gave me a weird look. "She has to concentrate. And I've got my own shit to handle."The wolf grumbled but backed off. A little.I dragged myself away and headed for the pack house. Henry was already on the porch, arms full of reports like usual."Morning rundown?" he asked."Office. Give me five. Grab Marcus and Thomas.""Way ahead of you. They're inside."Henry's always on it. Guy's a machine.I took the stairs fast, flipping that switch in my brain, shoving the worried mate stuff into a corner and letting the Alpha take over. The pack needed me sharp, not freaking out over