Novels by Cora L.

“Fuckers!” Theo roared as gunfire erupted around him.He rushed forward, heart pounding, only to freeze when a scream tore through the air behind him. He spun around and his blood ran cold.Two more massive brown wolves stood where there had been nothing moments ago. Their bodies were huge, muscles rippling beneath blood matted fur, eyes glowing with savage intelligence.Gunshots thundered through the clearing, loud enough to ring ears and shatter nerves. Hunters fired wildly, shouting, screaming, praying as bullets tore through the air. But the wolves kept coming. It felt endless, like the forest itself was vomiting them out.Sweat poured down Theo’s face as the two wolves charged him. He lifted his rifle and fired, the recoil jarring his arms. The first shot missed its head. The second struck the other wolf in the hind leg, making it stumble with a furious snarl.The uninjured wolf leapt.Theo dove to the side, rolling hard against the dirt. He yanked a pistol from his belt and fire

“Motherfucker.”One of the hunters spat the curse as he bent over a bloodied, lifeless body sprawled across the forest floor. He nudged the corpse with the toe of his boot, his face twisting in open disgust as he took in the torn flesh and unnatural form.“So they really are shape shifters,” he muttered, lips curling. “This is what they look like underneath all that skin.”He spat on the body and kicked it hard in the ribs, the dull sound echoing through the clearing.“Easy,” another hunter said with a low chuckle as he walked up beside him, a gun resting loosely in his hands. “You do not want its blood splashing all over your boots. That shit does not come out easy.”His eyes swept the trees as he spoke, alert despite the joke. “Stay sharp. We do not know how many of them are still crawling around out there.”The two men turned and joined the rest of the group gathered in the clearing. Every one of them was smeared with blood, some of it their own, most of it not. Their clothes were

“What do you mean, here?” my mother asked. Her lips trembled, the color draining from her face as fear finally caught up to her. “What happened to the rest of you? How did they cross the borders?”Those were the same questions burning through my mind. Why was he alone. Why was he covered in blood. How did the hunters breach our defenses so easily. The only answer that made sense twisted my gut painfully. They were looking for someone.“They are all dead, Luna,” the young lad said. His voice cracked and tears spilled freely down his cheeks. “They took us by surprise. None of us saw it coming. One moment we were patrolling and the next we were surrounded. Some of us fought back and were killed. Others were captured alive. I only escaped because I ran. I was the only one who made it out.” His shoulders shook violently as he finally broke.“My brother,” he choked out. “They killed my brother.”The words hit me like a blow to the chest. Pain bloomed, sharp and unforgiving. I had sworn to p

Dominic’s PovMy chest rose and fell in uneven breaths as I stood in the middle of the wreckage. Shattered glass crunched beneath my boots. Clothes lay torn and scattered across the floor, splintered wood littered the room, and loose papers drifted wherever the air had carried them. It looked like a storm had passed through. Maybe it had. Maybe that storm was me.My fists clenched at my sides as I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my wolf down before it could claw its way to the surface.“Stupid. Stupid,” I muttered, pressing my forehead against the wall before slamming it again in frustration. “You should have stopped her.”My knuckles met the stone with a dull thud, pain shooting up my arm, but it did nothing to quiet the chaos inside my head. She was gone. Mirelle was gone. Not hiding, not running for a few days. Gone for good.I could not track her. Could not feel her presence. Could not find even the faintest trace of her scent. And the worst part was that she had left the phone beh

“Are you suggesting that I betray my best friend and my Alpha?” Dante asked, his fists curling tightly on the table as he locked eyes with the elder. His voice was low, controlled, but the fury beneath it was unmistakable.He could not wrap his mind around it. What the council was proposing was treason, plain and unforgivable. They were scheming behind Dominic’s back, daring to plot the downfall of their own Alpha as though loyalty meant nothing. If Dominic ever found out, there would be blood. And Dante’s friendship with him would be shattered beyond repair.What they were asking of him was unthinkable.They wanted him to turn against the only brother he had ever known. To strip Dominic of his title, his authority, his life if it came to that. And Luna Isolde? The thought of her alone made Dante’s chest tighten. There was no way she would sit by and allow such betrayal. Beneath her softness lay a lethal force, and treason was never forgiven. Never.Elder Morrison did not look the lea

Present. “Lock him up,” Dominic said coldly. “Do not let him escape until he opens his mouth.” The guards obeyed at once, yanking the blindfolded man up from the chair and dragging him across the stone floor toward the darker end of the dungeon. His muffled protests echoed briefly before fading into silence. Dante followed Dominic out of the dungeon and stopped a few steps behind him. He studied the Alpha’s back closely, his sharp eyes missing nothing. Dominic stood rigid, shoulders tense, hands clenched at his sides. Something had deeply unsettled him. That much was obvious. He wondered who the Alpha was so desperate to protect that he had ordered a man dragged into the cellar without hesitation. Whatever it was, it was not small. Dominic never acted without reason, and he never let emotions cloud his judgment. Not like this. He wanted to ask. He wanted to demand answers. But he knew better. If Dominic did not wish to speak, no one could force him to. Still, the unease gnawed at

We stepped into the building, and I immediately understood why the exterior had felt so imposing. The interior was just as vast and elegant, if not more. High ceilings stretched above us, polished floors gleamed beneath our feet, and the air carried a quiet, refined stillness. Maids moved about with practiced efficiency, occasionally glancing in our direction before returning to their tasks. My aunt, however, chatted effortlessly, as though this place were no more remarkable than a modest home. So far, she seemed pleasant. Too pleasant. I was not convinced. She led me upstairs and finally showed me to my room. The moment I stepped inside, I realized it rivaled, if not surpassed, my room back home. It was a master bedroom, spacious and tastefully furnished, with a large bathroom tucked away at the far end. A king sized bed sat at the center, draped in silk sheets that caught the light. A wide window overlooked the back of the manor, offering a view of the grounds that seemed to stre

Kamari’s POVI sat in the car with my head bowed over a book that had once caught my interest. My finger turned each page out of habit, though none of the words truly reached me. My mind was too tangled in recent events to focus. Why was Father doing this, and for whom? Who had he been speaking to on the phone, and how was Ma taking all of it right now? I reached into my bag, pulled out my phone, and sent another message to Arial. It joined the long list of unread texts I had sent my sister. I did not know why she had not read them, but I clung to the hope that she would eventually. Maybe she needed space. Or maybe her phone battery was dead. I preferred the second explanation. With a quiet sigh, I slipped my phone back into my bag, closed the book, and turned my gaze toward the window. “Is something bothering you, miss?” the chauffeur asked, his eyes meeting mine through the rearview mirror. I did not want to answer, but two hours on the road with no one to talk to had worn me do

“You have gotten even faster, Casper,” his Beta said as they slowed to a stop, shifting back into their human forms.They were deep in the woods now, far from the house but still well within the territory. Laughter slipped from both of them as they dropped to the forest floor, muscles burning, lungs straining as they tried to catch their breath. They had been running without pause for nearly three hours, pushing themselves until exhaustion finally claimed them.Casper leaned back against a tree, tilting his head upward as his gaze drifted to the branches overhead.“Have you heard anything from the Pack lately?” he asked, not bothering to look at his Beta.The Beta nodded. “Nothing alarming. Things seem stable without you, for now. There have been no attacks from neighboring Packs. I honestly expected other Alphas to start circling, hoping to take advantage of your absence, but it seems no one has noticed yet.”“Your mother has noticed, though,” the Beta continued, his tone sobering. “

The truth was, while they argued, I had taken a moment to consider it. To be honest… staying under the same roof with Pa had already become suffocating. At least away from the pack, I would finally have of freedom, space where I could breathe, where he wouldn’t constantly hover over me, reminding me of my Mates and his disappointment at the Moon Goddess for what he called her cruel joke. “Do you hear yourself?” Ma’s voice rose, raw and trembling with emotion. She stood rigid, towering in frustration and hurt as I slowly rose to my feet. “You want to leave too? Why? Why do you girls want to abandon me so badly? Did I do something wrong? I’ve done nothing but love you both, care for you both, and now… now that you don’t need me, you want to leave?” Her voice cracked, and her eyes glistened, brimming with unshed tears. My chest tightened, and my heart ached. Arial’s banishment had wounded her deeply, and now this… seeing her like this, I felt a

Kamari’s POV “I have decided that Kamari should stay with my sister for a while, until things cool down before she returns home,” Pa announced at the breakfast table, his voice unnervingly calm. My spoon slipped from my fingers, clattering loudly against the plate. The sound echoed in the tense silence that followed, like a bell tolling a warning I wasn’t ready to hear. “You must be joking.” Ma’s voice cut through the air, sharp and incredulous. She stared at Pa, disbelief written across every line of her face. “You want to send Kamari away? To her aunt?” “Exactly what I just said,” Pa replied, his tone flat, devoid of warmth or hesitation. His gaze locked with hers, challenging, almost daring her to protest further. It had been only two days since Arial left, and the house hadn’t been the same since. Every corner felt heavier, every room suffocating in her absence. Her departure had created a strain between Ma and Pa, turning

As if the moon goddess herself, wished to echo Pa’s decision, thunder cracked across the sky the very moment he spoke. The sound rolled through the walls and into my bones, chilling me as though some invisible hand had touched my spine. Ma stumbled toward him, her breath shaky, her fingers trembling as she seized his shirt and forced him to face her. “What do you think you are doing, Roland?” Her voice wavered, not from fear but from a fury that made her lips quiver. She pulled Arial closer, clutching her daughter’s hand with a desperation only a mother could possess. “You want my baby to leave? Are you trying to hurt me?” Pa’s expression stayed maddeningly calm. He looked down at Ma, almost pitying her, before shaking his head. “Your love for these girls has spoiled them rotten. I’m sorry, Akriti, but I will not support you on this.” Ma’s fingers curled tighter around his collar, pulling him closer until her tears shimmered inches fro