Novels by trustgodisraelosarollor

POV: IlyraThree days in that cell taught me what true helplessness felt like. They fed me once a day, stale bread and water, never speaking. The iron chains stayed on my wrists, burning constantly, keeping my magic suppressed. And every night, that voice whispered in the darkness."You feel familiar.""I know your blood.""Soon."I stopped sleeping.On the fourth day, the cell door opened, and Vaelor stood there with four armed guards."Come with me," he ordered. I didn't argue. Anywhere was better than this tomb.They led me through the fortress to a large study lined with books and weapons. A fire crackled in the hearth, and the warmth felt like heaven after the freezing cell. Vaelor dismissed the guards but positioned them outside the door."Sit," he said, pointing to a chair.I sat, my chained hands folded in my lap. He paced in front of the fire, his movements tight and controlled. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the exhaustion in his face."You said you could see the

POV: IlyraRough hands grabbed me before I could even think about fighting back. A wolf shifted mid-lunge, becoming a man with wild eyes and bared teeth. He slammed into me, driving me to the ground. The impact knocked the air from my lungs. I tried to summon magic, but another wolf clamped its jaws around my wrist, not breaking skin but applying enough pressure to make me scream."Don't even think about it, witch," the man growled in my face. His breath was hot and rank. "One spell and I'll rip your throat out."More hands seized me, yanking me upright. They bound my wrists with iron chains that burned against my skin, disrupting my magic. The metal was spelled, designed specifically to suppress witch powers. I'd heard of such things but never felt them. The sensation was horrible, like being suffocated from the inside."Get her up," someone commanded. "The Alpha will want to see this."They dragged me forward. I tried to find my footing, but they moved too fast, hauling me through t

POV: IlyraThe pain woke me at midnight. I bolted upright in bed, gasping, my skin burning like I'd been thrown into a fire. Amber light poured from my hands, crackling and wild, illuminating my small room in the cottage. Magic I'd never felt before surged through my veins, demanding to be released."What is this?" I whispered, staring at my glowing palms.The light pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat, growing brighter with each breath. It hurt. Not like a wound, but like something inside me was trying to break free, to go somewhere I couldn't see.Then I felt it.A spell. Distant but unmistakable. Old magic, wrapped in desperation and blood, and it carried a signature I'd know anywhere.My mother's."No," I breathed. "That's impossible."My mother had been dead for five years. Her magic should have died with her. That's how it worked. When a witch died, her spells unraveled, her power returned to the earth. There were no exceptions.But this spell was alive. Active. Calling to me acro

POV: VaelorFive years had changed everything. I stood on the battlements of Rauvenhollow, watching the sunrise paint the mountains gold. My mountains now. My pack. My responsibility. The weight of the Alpha's crown sat heavy on my head, though it was only a metaphor. Real power didn't need gold and jewels. It needed strength, and I had plenty of that."My lord." Serik's voice came from behind me. My second, my friend, though I barely remembered what friendship felt like anymore. "The morning patrol is ready."I turned, taking in his concerned expression. Serik always looked concerned these days. "I'll lead it myself.""You don't have to. That's why you have warriors.""I know." I moved past him, heading for the stairs. "But I want to."The truth was, I needed to. Needed to run, to hunt, to feel my wolf stretch beneath my skin. It was the only time the hollow ache in my chest eased, even slightly. The curse Lyseth had bound into me five years ago had become part of my daily existence,

POV: Vaelor"She's waiting for you at the stones."My father's voice cut through the great hall like a blade. I looked up from sharpening my knife, meeting his iron gaze. The firelight threw shadows across his scarred face, making him look older than his years.."A witch?" I asked, standing. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless and hungry."Trespassing on sacred ground." He crossed his arms. "The pack expects blood, Vaelor. Don't disappoint them."I nodded once, sheathing the blade at my hip. This was a test. Another one. My father had been testing me since I could walk, preparing me for the day I'd take his place as Alpha. A lone witch on our borders? Easy prey."I'll bring you her head," I said.He smiled, cold and approving. "Good boy."The night air bit at my skin as I left Rauvenhollow's walls behind. Six of my father's best warriors flanked me, their boots crunching through snow. None of them spoke. They didn't need to. We all knew what happened to witches who crossed into