Novels by Eccentric

Killian's POV "You're doing it again," Lorenzo said, leaning against the balcony railing with an amused smile as he nudged my shoulder. "You've been standing here watching Jordan for almost ten minutes, and I'm starting to think you're more obsessed with him now than when we first met."I laughed quietly, refusing to look away from the training grounds below where Jordan stood surrounded by a group of young wolves. "Can you blame me?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. "There was a time I wasn't sure he'd live long enough to see peace, and now I get to watch him enjoy it every single day."Several months had passed since Silas died, yet I still caught myself expecting disaster to appear around every corner. Instead, every morning greeted us with something wonderfully ordinary. Builders no longer repaired broken walls because of war. They expanded homes for growing families, strengthened old structures and planned for a future everyone finally believed would come.The territory

Jordan's POV"If either of you snores in my ear one more time, I swear I'll start sleeping in another room," I grumbled as I slowly opened my eyes, already regretting the fact that I was wedged between two grown wolves who somehow managed to take up an entire king-sized bed without feeling the slightest bit guilty about it.Killian laughed softly beside me before lazily turning onto his side to face me, his hair a complete mess from sleep and his smile so relaxed that it almost looked unfamiliar after everything we had survived. "You make that threat every morning, Jordan, and every morning you wake up in exactly the same place, so forgive me if I'm not taking you very seriously."Lorenzo let out an exaggerated yawn before stretching both arms above his head, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Besides, if anyone should be complaining, it's me. Killian nearly pushed me off the bed in his sleep, and somehow you're acting like you're the victim here."I couldn't stop myself from

JORDAN'S POVThe silence came so suddenly that I forgot how to breathe. One moment, Killian and Lorenzo were inside the convergence with me, their emotions close enough for me to recognize, and the next, every thread was gone. Reef disappeared, Mara disappeared, and even the oldest Anchor's ancient presence vanished until I stood completely alone.When I opened my eyes, I was in the eastern forest, except there was no sky above the trees and no life beneath my feet. I called Killian and Lorenzo, then Reef and Mara, but nobody answered. Worse, when I reached for my Anchor ability, I found nothing.“Your mother made the same mistake,” Silas said behind me.I turned and found him between the trees. He explained that neither of us had left the ceremonial hall. The convergence had stripped me down to the original Anchor pattern, and his severed bond allowed him to enter the same space. According to him, I could still restore every thread and complete the original release.“And Mara replace

LORENZO'S POV“You really don't remember me, Alpha?” Silas asked, and the faint smile on his face remained as he added, “I was the healer who placed Jordan in your arms the night his parents died.”The memory hit me so hard that my stomach turned. For a moment, the ceremonial hall disappeared, and I was standing in the packhouse infirmary again with the smell of blood and medicine thick in the air. Jordan had been unconscious in Silas's arms, his clothes stained with blood that I had been too afraid to ask about, while his chest rose so weakly I remembered wondering whether the boy would survive the night.“You,” I whispered, staring at Silas as his younger face finally settled over the older one standing before me.Twenty years had changed him. His hair was grey now, his face thinner, and age had carved lines around his eyes, but I remembered the calm voice that had told me Jordan's parents were dead. I remembered Silas saying the people who attacked them might return for the child a

KILLIAN'S POV“Don't move toward him,” Vale shouted as the pressure inside the room suddenly changed, but his warning barely reached me before my body reacted.The command did not sound like a voice in my head. There were no words spoken aloud and no stranger whispering through the convergence. It felt older than language, buried somewhere beneath instinct, and by the time I understood what was happening, I had already taken a step toward Jordan. I forced myself to stop and dug my heels into the floor, fighting the need to close the remaining distance between us.Across the room, my father had done the same thing. One of his feet remained slightly forward, and his hand was pressed against his chest as though he could physically hold his bloodline still. Reef gripped the strategy table so tightly that a crack spread beneath his fingers, while Mara remained on her knees with silver slowly swallowing the natural colour of her eyes.Jordan stood in the middle of all of us, breathing far t

LORENZO'S POV“Everyone out except Vale and Eli,” I ordered.“No,” Jordan replied.I closed my eyes for one second before looking at him. “Of course.”Jordan remained beside the oldest Anchor's bed and said, “He's been holding the original convergence pattern back alone. We are not abandoning him now.”“Have you forgotten the part where touching an unstable bloodline thread threw you into Mara's body earlier today?” I asked.“I remember it perfectly,” Jordan replied.“Then move away from the bed.”“No.”“Jordan,” Killian said, “I agree with my father.”Jordan turned toward him. “Wonderful. The two of you finally agree on something, and it has to be this.”The oldest Anchor opened his eyes weakly and complained, “Could all of you stop arguing? You are making dying considerably less peaceful.”“You are not dying,” Jordan told him.The old man's mouth twitched as he said, “You have developed an unfortunate habit of telling ancient wolves what they are allowed to do.”“He does it to every

LIAM’S POVThree days!It had been three whole days since that night in the bathroom, and Cole hadn't looked at me once. He hadn't snarled, he hadn't insulted me, he hadn't even looked in my direction. He just... vanished. Like a ghost in his own house.I sat in the music room, my fingers trailing over the piano keys. My mind wasn't on the music. It was on him. The way his lips felt against mine. The desperation in his touch. The way he looked at me before he ran away like a fucking coward."Focus, Liam," I scolded myself, slamming the keys. A loud sound echoed through the room, matching the chaos in my head.I couldn't take it anymore. The silence was louder than his insults ever were and now, I think I prefer his insults to this.I stood up, my chair scratching loudly against the floor. I needed answers. I needed to know if I was crazy or if what happened was real.I marched upstairs to his room. My heart was pounding against my ribs, threatening to force it's way out. I raised my

COLE’S POVThe bass of the club music pounded against my skull, but it wasn't loud enough to burn out the thoughts in my head.Liam, that name, that soul.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. I saw the fear in his eyes when I broke his violin. I saw the confusion when I saved him at the bar. And worst of all, I saw the blood on his lip, the blood I badly wanted to taste."Another round?" the bartender asked."No," I spat, pushing the glass away. "It tastes like trash." I scorned.I threw a stack of cash on the counter and just stormed out. The night air was cold, but my blood was boiling hot. I was fucking Cole Brooks. I had everything. Money, power, the world at my feet. So why did I feel like I was suffocating for a small rat?And why was he the only thing that made the air feel breathable away from the pressure from the dad?Damn it man! I may go crazy!I drove home, my hands firmly pressing against the wheel until my fingers turned white. I needed to sleep. I needed to for

LIAM’S POV"Hey, pretty boy! Play something for me!"The voice was taunting and heavy with the stench of alcohol. I tried to ignore it, focusing on my violin strings. My fingers trembled slightly, but I forced them to move. I needed this money. I needed to fix my violin. I couldn't ask him for help. Not after what he did."I said play!" Another voice slammed.A glass bottle smashed against the wall right next to my head.Jeez! My heart skipped a beat and I stopped playing. The bar went silent."What's wrong? You scared?" the drunk man sneered, stumbling toward the small stage. He was huge, his face folded into a scowl that made my soul tremble."Please, sir, I don't want any trouble," I said, my voice shaking as I couldn't even look him in the eye."I'll show you trouble!" he roared and lunged at me.I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the impact and planning a counter.But what I heard was a loud thud against the wall and somehow, I was still standing.I opened my eyes and my bre

COLE’S POV"You call this a quarterly report?!"The thick file slammed against the desk, the sound echoing like thunder in the silent office. My father, the great Lucas Brooks, stood over me, his face twisted into a scowl of pure disappointment and my heart skipped a beat."I... I did my best, sir," I muttered, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth hurt."Your best isn't good enough, Cole!" he roared, his voice shaking the whole place. "You are my heir. You are supposed to be a king, not a disappointment. Fix it, or don't bother coming home tonight." He spat coldly and just headed out.I didn't say a word. I just grabbed the file, my fingers pale. I hated him. I hated this life. I hated the golden cage he locked me in, because I surely wasn't enjoying anything, I was in a damn prison.I stormed out of the office, my heart racing with a mix of rage and shame. I needed to break something. I needed to make someone else feel as small as I felt right now.I drove home, my hands pressing the st

LIAM’S POV"The hell is this?!" I screamed, my voice heavy and shaking as I stared at the mess on the sidewalk.Everything, my clothes, my books, my whole life, tossed out like garbage all over the place.I don't deserve this. Mr Gorge stood tall by the side, struggling with the padlock to my door.I walked up to him and he finally turned to me, his face grim and without pity."I'm sorry, kid. You missed three payments. I don't run a charity here," the landlord spat from the doorway, and his face folded into thick scowl of disgust."But I told you I'd pay next week!" I cried, my fists clenched and my heart racing already. I was fighting the urge to not cry. "I have a gig coming up!" I tried to explain, but he wasn't interested and just shrugged."Save it," he snarled and slammed the door in my face.I stood there, trembling. My heart was shattered. It was as if the world has crumbled now and to worsen it, rain started pouring, just to mock me. Perfect. Just perfect. I had nowhere t