Novels by YURI TATE

Valentina ReyesI stared at the coffee. Black. Cold.Waiting for tomorrow suddenly felt like suicide.The declined ATM was a scream in the dark. They were close. Too close.I couldn’t afford another night in the hotel. Couldn’t afford another swipe. Couldn’t afford to wait for $18k.$12,200 was all I had.But it was enough to beg Javier for mercy.Enough to leave tonight.I stood. Left cash on the table for the untouched coffee. Walked out fast heels clicking, emerald dress catching every light like a beacon.No going back to the hotel.No bags.Just me and the cash.I pulled out the burner one last time.i Dialed Javier.He answered, voice rough. “Val? Again?”“I’m not waiting for tomorrow,” I said. “I’m coming now. $12,200. Take it. Get me out tonight.”Silence.Then a long exhale.“$12k? That’s suicide money, mija. Group run only. Desert walk. You’ll be lucky to make it.”“I don’t care. I’m leaving now. Same spot?”“You’re insane. But fine. 4 a.m. Flushing Ave tire shop. Bring the cash. Nothing else.

Alessandro RossiThe scotch burned going down, but it didn’t dull the edge.I sat in the booth, curtains drawn, the club's pulse throbbing through my veins. The crowd had thinned to the late night die hards ,the ones who didn’t know when to stop, or didn’t care. A masked woman with red hair approached the table next to mine, leaning in to whisper to a suit with too much money and too little self control. He slipped her a wad of cash. She led him to the back.I watched them go, the sway of her hips reminding me of her,Luca slid back into the booth across from me, a fresh beer in hand, face flushed from working the room.“Talked to Tony,” he said, voice low under the music. “He remembers a girl matching the description red lips, green eyes under the mask, full figure. Came in a couple times last month. Didn’t stay long. Left with clients who paid big. Said she was ‘professional but distant.’ No name. No regulars. Just cash and gone.”I nodded once, fingers drumming the glass. “And Kira?”Luc

Isabella RossiThe guest suite door closed behind Mateo with a soft click that felt louder than a gunshot.

Isabella RossiThe penthouse was too quiet after Alessandro left.I stood in the living room for a long moment after the elevator doors closed behind him, glass of red still in my hand. The city lights glittered through the floor to ceiling windows, indifferent. I swirled the wine, watched the legs run down the inside of the glass. My pulse was already up but not from the alcohol.From what i know I had twenty, maybe thirty minutes before he came back.I set the glass down and Walked to the hallway that led to the private wing. The door to the guest suite was cracked open. Light spilled out, warm, low.I pushed it wider.Mateo was inside.My sexy personal bodyguard he is six foot three and built like a wall with dark hair cropped short, jaw sharp enough to cut glass. Tattoos crept up his neck from under the collar of his black shirt. He’d been assigned to me two years ago after a close call with one of Enzo’s men. Alessandro’s orders “Keep her safe. No exceptions.”Mateo never left my sid

Alessandro RossiThe sun set like it was bleeding out over the Hudson red streaks fading to black. I watched from the penthouse window, tie loose around my neck, scotch untouched on the desk. Day shift was over. Rossi Enterprises had closed deals, moved stocks, built walls of legitimacy that no one could see through. But night? Night was when the real work began.Isabella waited in the living room when I came out. She was nursing a glass of red, legs crossed on the leather couch, her dark hair pinned back like she was still in boardroom mode. My sister three years younger, sharper than me in some ways, softer in others. The only family I had left after our father's "accident" and our mother's heart giving out from the stress. She'd taken over the legal side of the business cleaning money, handling contracts, keeping the feds at bay."You're going to the warehouse?" she asked, not looking up from her tablet.I adjusted my cufflinks. "Meeting with the Colombians. The shipment's delayed."Sh

Valentina ReyesThe sidewalk kept moving under my feet, but I felt like I was standing still while People brushed past in suits ,on phones, tourists with cameras, and a delivery guy on a bike yelling at someone to move. I walked because stopping felt worse. The emerald dress swished against my thighs with every step, the fabric soft and mocking. It had felt like power ten minutes ago. Now it just felt like a costume.My hand was still shaking when I shoved the burner back into my purse. The coffee cup was crushed in my fist, cold dregs dripping onto my fingers. I tossed it into the next trash can without looking.The blue elephant stayed in my head. Big ears. Tiny trunk. Black button eyes. Smiling like it knew nothing about the world.I swallowed hard. Kept walking.The ache in my chest didn’t fade. It spread slow, heavy, familiar. I’d learned to carry it years ago, like an extra heartbeat. But today it hurt sharper. Louder. Like the dress, the hotel, the card had cracked something open t

The Frostveil RouteDax’s POVThe moon was a thin silver blade overhead, barely enough to light the narrow, charred path north. The sleds cut through ash and snow wolves’ paws muffled, breaths pluming white in the dropping temperature. The air had turned sharper colder than it should be this far south of the Frostveil. Every inhale felt like swallowing glass.Flame slept against my chest bundled in furs her green light a soft, steady pulse. The vines that had crushed armies earlier were now thin and limp only a few tendrils still loosely wrapped around my wrists and Kael’s, as though even in sleep she was afraid to let go completely.Kael rode so close our knees brushed. Her silver eyes kept darting north scanning the darkness beyond the torchlight.“She’s too quiet,” she said voice low enough not to wake Flame. “Not just sleeping. It’s like she’s… listening.”I shifted Flame slightly pressed my lips to her forehead. She smelled of milk and fresh earth and something ancient something

Stormfang CampDax’s POVThe sun hung low, bleeding orange across the smoke choked sky. Embers still glowed in the black skeletons of tents and trees, popping like distant heartbeats. The air was heavy charred pine, wet blood, sweat, and the faint sweet iron tang of victory that never quite felt like victory when bodies were still being carried away.Flame slept in a nest of furs near the central fire, guarded by two of Riven’s most trusted wolves. Her breathing was slow, green light dimmed to a soft pulse under her skin. She’d pushed so hard today her little body had finally given out.Kael knelt beside me silver eyes scanning the wreckage sword still in her hand, blade dark with blood.“She’s sleeping like she hasn’t in days,” she said quietly. “She pushed too hard.”I brushed a curl of dark hair from Flame’s forehead careful not to wake her.“She saved us. All of us.”Riven approached limping slightly, armor dented and bloodied but alive. He dropped to one knee in front of us head

Obsidian Crown Citadel – The High Tower Elara’s POVThe Frostveil Seers arrived like ghosts carried on the first cold breath of dawn.Their sleds sliced through the snow outside the gates six wolves steaming, breath pluming white, cloaks stiff with two moons of frost and dried blood. Laura leapt down first, silver hair wild, eyes the color of frozen lakes already searching upward for us on the tower balcony. Korran followed more slowly, cane tapping stone, blind eye milky but his good eye sharp as ever.The great hall below had gone deathly still the moment they entered. Hundreds of wolves warriors, maids, elders, children parted without a word. Every eye tracked them up the winding stairs to where Rico and I stood.Rico’s hand was already crushing mine. Through the fresh mark on my throat I could feel his pulse hammering fear, fury, hope all tangled together.Laura didn’t bow. She stared first at the bite mark still red and swollen on my neck, then at the way Rico’s body curved inst

Stormfang Camp Dax’s POVThe camp never truly slept that night. Sentries paced the perimeter in wider circles than usual. Fires were kept deliberately low, barely more than glowing coals so the light wouldn’t silhouette us against the dark. The air smelled of pine smoke, wet fur, and the faint metallic tang of fear.Flame had been restless since the sun set.She didn’t cry she never really cried but her small body kept twitching in my arms. Every few minutes the green light beneath her skin would pulse brighter, then dim, like a heartbeat that couldn’t decide its rhythm. The broken shards of the crimson vial still lay scattered near the furs where it had shattered earlier that day; no one had dared touch them.Kael sat beside us, knees drawn up, silver eyes reflecting the faint ember glow. He hadn’t spoken in almost an hour. Neither had I.Eventually he broke the quiet, voice barely above the wind.“She’s changing faster than we can keep up.”I looked down at Flame. Her tiny chest ro

The Frostveil Spires – Northernmost Reach of the Eternal TundraSeer Laura’s POV The wind howled like a dying beast outside the spire, clawing at the ice crusted stone walls. Inside, the chamber was still, lit only by the pale blue glow of three ever burning crystals suspended from the ceiling. Their light never flickered, never dimmed. They had burned for nine hundred years.I knelt in the center of the circle bare knees pressed to the frozen floor ,palms flat against the heart ice rune carved into the stone. My breath fogged in front of my face, but I felt no cold. Not anymore.The visions came without warning.They always did.A flash sudden, brutal.Blood.So much blood.Snow turned crimson. Black obsidian armor cracked open. Wolves, familiar wolves lying still, eyes open, lifeless. Crown marks on their breastplates. The Obsidian sigil gold veins through black stone smeared with red.Screams.Howls of rage.A child’s green light flaring bright then winking out.I gasped palms slamming again

Obsidian Crown Citadel The Great HallElara’s POVThe cheers still echoed in my ears raw, joyful, reverent as Rico and I stood in the center of the great hall. Hundreds of wolves surrounded us eyes shining with tears and awe, the chant of “Our Luna Queen” fading into a soft, thrumming hum that vibrated through the obsidian walls.I felt it all.The weight of their love.The weight of their hope.The weight of centuries of waiting, now resting on my shoulders.Rico’s hand was warm in mine fingers laced tight thumb brushing slow, soothing circles over my knuckles.He leaned down lips brushing my temple again, voice low, only for me.“You’re shaking.”I laughed small, breathless , tears still wet on my cheeks.“I’m overwhelmed.”He squeezed my hand ,gold eyes soft, proud.“They see you. Really see you.”I looked around at the faces, young and old scarred warriors, silver haired elders, maids with wide eyes, children peeking from behind their parents.They weren’t just looking at a woman.They were