Novels by M.S Grace

Serena was abruptly pulled from sleep by the familiar metallic smell of antiseptic mingling with the dull ache of bruised ribs. Above her was a brightly lit white stone ceiling, washed in the multiple sunbeams that flooded the room and caused her to squint her eyes. For a brief moment, she thought she was back home at Mooncrest in her father’s manor and that everything about the Academy had been a dreadful dream.Then, she attempted to sit up, and the pain shot through her lungs like fire. She could still hear the river's roar deep in her chest.“Welcome back.”The voice belonged to the shadowy corner of the room.Her heart skipped one beat then a second slowly she turned her head, but she already knew who she would find.Damien Blackthorne leaned against the wall with his arms folded, his shadow long in the light of the morning. His eyes still glowed, sharper and colder than the river water in which she almost drowned, but there was also something else in his gaze that made her anxio

The towers of the Alpha Dominion Academy jutted from the land like fangs in a wild beast’s mouth. Stone walls, scorched by countless storms, rose over the valley, and the flags of the packs of every law-track blew in the wounded wind. The very air buzzed with domination; even before stepping beyond the gates, Serena could feel the air pulsing against her shoulders like something heavy and unsteady.She had ridden with speed in the dark of night, the witch’s smoke still lingering on her skin, her spirit snapped between who she was and who she had to be.The magic spell lingered, each step of her horse tormented her chest in possibility and agitaged her throat. It was as if her body was revolting at the predicisession moment. She kept the cloak clutched tight around her shoulders. She didn’t want the guards to detect even the softest hint of change in her scent warming with the pump of her breath.“Name,” the gate attendant barked. An older, ashy Beta with calloused hands placed upon hi

Night draped over Serena like heavy satin as she sped through the woods on horseback, acceptance letter folded in hand. The hooves of her horse struck the rocks, sending sparks flying as they rode down the trail from Mooncrest, to the only destination left where her reckless dream might still actually be realized.Each branch whipping across her arms seemed to tell her the same: madness. She knew that. Pretending to be her cousin Soren Vale, forging his mark into the Academy's accounts, betting everything on a spell that could unravel at the worst possible moment, yes, madness. But the council had left her with no choice.The gates of Blood Hollow opened with a groan, and the guards pricked at her with vigilance, then hastily bowed. Serena hopped off her horse and strode to the manor house without delay. She did not stop until she saw her uncle, decked out with a silver beard, grinning back at her from his place on the porch."Ah, so if not the Ironfang she-wolf herself returned," Ced

The council chamber was filled with the thick smoke and age, as if every decision rendered within its walls had been burned into the very stones themselves. Torches smoldered upon the walls, casting agitated shadows across the table upon which the elders sat. Their robes reflected the firelight and glittered silver-threaded, but for Serena Vale there were only wolves with teeth concealed behind civilized smiles.She sat beside her father upon the raised dais, back stiff, hands pressed flat upon the smooth wood. Her father's hand was inches from hers. It shook—barely—and yet enough that she could see. The old great Alpha of Mooncrest now resembled a mountain slowly wearing down in quiet silence. His wolf still seethed in his eyes, but his body betrayed him.The voices of the elders were abrupt and subdued, dancing around the truth but not speaking it.Her brother was dead.The words clung like fog, unsaid but oppressive. He had been slain in a rebel attack six months prior, leaving no