Novels by Peace

Chapter 114 — Crowned in FlameMy vision blurred, the world tilting. Had I saved us, or unleashed the end Draven prophesied? The power crested, unstoppable, and as darkness clawed my edges, one truth burned clear. The choice had only begun.The child's voice thundered again through the bond, dual tones clashing like storm and blaze."Mother. Release us. Or consume all."Pain ripped through me, cracks glowing brighter on my skin. The dome of power expanded, scorching earth and hurling more rebels into oblivion. Loyalists scattered, their howls a mix of awe and terror. Isaak and Rhaedon clung to me, their grips iron despite the strain.I couldn't release. That meant severing the child, ending the life I'd carried through war and betrayal. Nor could I let it consume. Merge fully, and we'd become the cataclysm Draven warned of, the ancient triad reborn to shatter the realm anew.Split it. The thought struck like lightning. Not merge. Not sever. Divide the bond's fury, thread it back to it

Chapter 113 — One Heart"Hold on," I whispered, terror gripping me. The war might be won, but at what price? If Isaak fell, the triad shattered, and the child... our future... hung by a thread.Isaak's blood pooled beneath him in the mud, mixing with the rain that still fell in sheets. His chest heaved with shallow breaths, the spear protruding from just below his collarbone. The iron tip had pierced deep, nicking lung or heart, I couldn't tell. The bond between us screamed, a raw agony that twisted my insides, the elemental power flickering like a candle in wind.Rhaedon dropped beside me, his human hands pressing over mine on the wound. His russet hair plastered to his forehead, face streaked with dirt and gore. His eyes, wild with fear, met mine."He needs the bond stabilized now, Sierra. Pull it tight, or he'll bleed out."Thorne knelt too, barking orders to the gathering loyalists. Healers rushed forward, their packs slung over shoulders, but even they hesitated at the sight. One

SIERRA'S POV The truce dissolved in an instant, the muddy clearing erupting into a storm of snarls and steel. Alphas from both sides lunged forward, their forms rippling as they shifted into wolves, fur bristling under the relentless rain. I tightened my grip on the blade, the hilt slick in my palm, as the elemental power inside me churned like a storm about to break. Draven's violet eyes locked onto mine one last time before he wheeled his black stallion around, barking orders to his forces. The war had ignited fully now, no more parleys or fragile alliances, just the raw clash of fangs, claws, and wills.Isaak shifted beside me, his dark wolf body coiling with tension, muscles bunching under his wet fur. Rhaedon did the same, his russet form shaking off water droplets as he positioned himself at my flank. The bond between us pulsed, a thread of shared strength that felt both vital and precarious, especially with the child growing inside me. I could sense their protectiveness, a

SIERRA'S POV The scout's words hung in the air like a death knell, their faces pale and urgent. I clutched my abdomen instinctively, the bond thrumming with a mix of protectiveness from Isaak and Rhaedon, and my own rising dread. Outside the tent, the shouts grew louder, a cacophony of snarls and angry voices that shook the canvas walls."How many?" Isaak demanded, already rising, his hand dropping to the dagger at his belt."Hundreds," one scout gasped. "Draven's banner flies high. They're chanting for the triad's end. And... they know about the child. Word spread from the healers' whispers."Rhaedon cursed under his breath, shifting partially, claws extending from his fingertips. "We need to move. Now."Elara gathered her herbs quickly, her eyes flicking to me. "The child is safe for now, but the stress..."I nodded, grabbing my blade as we burst from the tent. The camp was in uproar. Wolves milled about in human and shifted forms, some packing gear frantically, others forming def

SIERRA'S POV The young shifter's blood soaked into the earth, a dark stain spreading under my knees. His chest no longer rose, his eyes stared blankly at the sky, and the bond that had once connected us all now echoed with a hollow void where his presence had been. I reached out, pressing my hand to the wound, but it was futile. The elemental surge inside me twisted like a living thing, mocking my grief with its restless energy.Isaak knelt beside me, his hand on my shoulder, but even through the bond, I felt his hesitation. The battle sounds surrounded us, snarls and clashes of claws on flesh, but our allies' howls carried a new edge, not just fury but uncertainty."We need to pull back," Rhaedon said, his voice rough from the shift. He scanned the lines, where several wolves had paused, their golden and russet forms turning toward us with wary eyes."Pull back?" Isaak snapped, rising to his feet. "The rebels are breaking. We can end this now.""Look at them," Rhaedon countered, ges

SIERRA'S POV The words slammed into me like a physical blow, the bond carrying the shock from Isaak and Rhaedon straight to my core. Draven's revelation hung in the blood soaked air, the clearing silent except for the ragged breaths of the wounded and the distant whimpers of dying wolves. His violet eyes gleamed with manic triumph, blood streaking his face from the torn ear, his body a map of gashes and bruises from our assault.Isaak's fists clenched, claws retracting slightly as he processed the claim. "Lies," he growled, stepping closer, his voice low and dangerous. "You're just a rogue grasping at shadows to save your skin."Rhaedon rose from the ground, wiping blood from his mouth, his chest heaving. "The last triad? That's ancient myth, twisted to justify your rebellion."Draven's laugh echoed again, weaker now but no less chilling. He leaned against a splintered tree trunk, one hand pressed to the deep slice on his thigh where my blade had bitten. "Myth? I've seen the records