Novels by JD Books

LENA POVMy father said to stay inside.Obviously, I didn’t.The fortress walls shook with every blast, dust raining from the ceiling like the building itself was afraid. The guards outside my door stood stiff, pretending not to see me pacing back and forth like a caged wolf.“Alpha’s orders,” one of them said again, giving a side eyed look.I stopped pacing. “Yeah, I heard him. About twenty times. Anything else you want to repeat?”He said nothing.Figured.I went to the window. Outside, the night burned orange. The air shimmered with heat and smoke. Wolves ran across the yard in formation, steel blades flashing under torchlight. Farther out, dark shapes moved fast through the mist, it was too fast for a regular wolf.Rogues.My pulse picked up. The wolf in me stirred, she was restless.I turned from the window, crouched by the bed, and pulled out a small wooden box. It was old, with splintered edges, dust was thick on the lid. I flipped it open carefully.Inside lay my brother’s swo

ADRIAN POVThe first explosion hit just after midnight.It rolled through the valley like thunder, deep and long, shaking the stone walls of the fortress. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then chaos followed.“Alpha!” Kai burst through the door, breathless. “West wall’s been hit!”I was already grabbing my armour. “How bad?”“Smoke, fire and we can’t see the source. Scouts say it’s rogues.”“Rogues don’t use explosives.” I was halfway down the corridor before he could answer.The fortress was alive; alarms ringing, boots slamming against stone, wolves shouting orders over the noise. My heart was already in battle rhythm, cold and steady.“Get the outer patrols in,” I said. “No one fights alone.”“Yes, Alpha.” Kai jogged beside me, keeping pace. “Elder Silas wants you in the war room.”“Tell Silas he can wait.”We reached the main gate. Smoke was already seeping in through the cracks. The guards were pulling open the heavy doors, and the moment I stepped outside, the night air hit me,

LENA'S POVThe walls of Frosthaven always felt too tight after a fight.Even now, hours after the summit, I could still feel the bond pulsing under my skin like a bruise I couldn’t stop touching.I kept walking. Long halls, stone walls, moonlight shining in through the high windows, everything too calm for the way my chest felt. I’d been pacing for so long that one of the guards outside my door had stopped pretending not to watch me.“Alpha’s orders, Luna,” he said finally when I passed for the third time.“I’m not Luna,” I muttered. “And tell my father he can shove his orders—”“Lena.”I froze. My father’s voice could slice through stone when he wanted it to. He stepped out from the shadows of the corridor, broad shoulders, and a cold expression, the weight of the pack pressing behind his every breath.He looked tired, older than he had at sunrise. “You should be resting,” he said.“I’m not tired.”His eyes flicked over me. “Then at least stay put. The pack is tense enough without th

ADRIAN'S POVThe peace summit was supposed to last an hour. It didn’t even make it past ten minutes.By the time I left that clearing, my hands were still shaking. I told myself it was rage. It wasn’t.The bond crawled under my skin, steady and unwanted, like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to me. Every few seconds, something foreign pushed through the link, her scent, her pulse, the feeling of her breath. It was driving me mad.“Alpha,” Kai called from behind me as we rode through the forest. “Do you want me to—”“Don’t,” I said. My voice came out rough. “Not now.”He fell silent. He knew when to stop.We reached the Ironclaw border by sundown. The others peeled away toward the fortress, but I stayed back for a moment. From where I sat, the mountains stretched for miles, dark and endless. The valley below was quiet. That silence had a history.Three years ago, my father stood right here, swearing peace under the same moon that had watched us spill blood for centuries. He’d gone to m

LENA'S POVThe forest was too quiet that morning. No wind, no birds, just the crunch of frozen leaves under my boots and the sound of my own heartbeat. Peace summits always start like this…too calm, and staged, like the world was holding its breath for another disaster.I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want to see them…the Ironclaw wolves. My father’s enemies. My brother’s killers.But here I was, wrapped in my worn leather jacket, walking behind my father and the rest of Moonfang’s warriors toward the open clearing where the meeting would happen. The sun was weak, barely breaking through the mist. Every breath left a puff of white smoke in the cold air.“Keep your head down and your mouth shut,” my father muttered beside me. His tone was calm, but the warning underneath it was clear. “No sudden moves. No opinions.”I bit back the words that wanted to jump out of my mouth. You dragged me here, remember? But I said nothing. Not because I agreed, but because I was tired of fighting h

For generations, two packs ruled the wilds of Silvercrest; Moonfang in the frozen north, Ironclaw in the lowlands.They shared the same blood, the same goddess, the same moon that marked their kind.But the one thing they never shared was peace.No one remembers how the first war began. Some say it started with a stolen mate. Others swear it was land, or pride, or the madness that comes when wolves forget mercy. Whatever the reason, the fighting lasted centuries. Whole villages vanished under the smoke of it.The Moonfang wolves were hunters; stealthed, skilled and patient, born for the shadows. They fought like the wind, unseen until it was too late. The Ironclaw wolves were soldiers; trained, disciplined, and brutal. Their claws carried the scent of steel. When their armies clashed, the forest shook.The Blood Moon War, they called it.Every full moon painted the snow red.The goddess who created them watched in silence, her power fading as her children tore each other apart. The ba