Novels by Frankie Nero

EPILOGUE {SEVEN YEARS LATER}I polished the photo frame and placed it on the shelf. It was one of those mornings where my hands itched to do something.Behind me, Quinn lay on the bed with his eyes closed. His breathing rose as his chest puffed up. Putting the feather duster down, I placed my hands on my hips and admired his sleeping form.He had gotten quite bigger over the years since becoming the official Alpha. I didn't know if it was possible but he did and nearly filled half of our bed. Maybe it was the intense trainings or the diet, but I didn't mind. There were more muscles to cop a feel and I relished the opportunity."You're staring," Quinn mumbled, though his eyes

The torch was placed on the pyre. I watched, along with the large crowd as it ignited. Elder Marcus muttered something and the two men pushed it away.As it floated on the lake, I couldn't help the dark thoughts that clouded my mind. Xavier was given a proper ritual, but I wondered if the fire would be hot like the flames he would meet if he went to hell.I glanced beside me at my mate. Quinn had his blank gaze on the burning pyre. It was so eerie how the fire reflected in his eyes.I reached for his hands and he blinked, turning his gaze to me. I new he needed someone. And so I did something. I smiled warmly. He returned my smile and held my hand.After the funeral, everyone dispersed. The air seemed to be getting better and fresher . Elder Marcus had just only given Quinn a pat and walked away. I read what his eyes said that his lips couldn't say.'It's your turn.' 

~GWEN~For what seemed like hours, the two men had been in that spot. Their eyes were shut and Elder Marcus had a hand on Quinn's forehead. I was antsy."Shouldn't we do something?""No," Christine said. "Whatever happened, my grandfather can handle it."The Alpha and my parents watched the scene keenly. No one spoke. No one moved. It seemed they were more in shock than I was."Are you sure?" I glanced at the seemingly catatonic two men. It was annoying this was happening just as I got my mate back."Yes." Christine placed her hand on mine. "I'm sure."Before I could say a word, the two men's eyes suddenly shot open and they pulled away from each other with a gasp. Elder Marcus stared at Quinn. Then to our surprise

~ QUINN~My eyes flew open and I raised myself up. I gasped and looked around. I was in what appeared to be a field. I rubbed my eyes and blinked rapidly. The field was still there.'Was I dead?' I thought.No that did not make any sense."I knew it," a recognisable voice spoke behind me. "There was never a doubt. It was you."I turned around. It was Elder Marcus. He looked at me and there was tears streaming down his face. I became even more confused. What was he crying? And why was there only two of us?"It was you," he said again. "Liam.""Liam?" I said, perplexed. "Elder Marcus, it's me. Quinn."Something did not sound right. My voice was an octave too high. It was squeaky

"The Alpha will be very angry to see you here again, Gwen. The same goes to you, Christine."Of course, the guards stood in front of us. It was inconvenient that I could not tell Christine to put an invisible spell on all of us. That would have wasted time."Look, guys you have to let us through," Christine said."Please," I added. "The situation at hand requires us to be at the city."The guards stared at each other and then back at us."We are walking on thin ice as it is," The first guard said. "The Alpha will be angry with us if we let you through."I balled my fists. "And if you don't, someone is going to die!"I gave in to my emotions, the

The war came with the victory of the united army of the were panthers and the werewolves. The vampires had fled immediately they heard that Dimitri was dead. It was true about the saying, 'The best way to kill a snake was to cut off the head.' There had been loud jubilations and celebrations as the news was broken. The northern and southern tribe had sent messages of gratitude.However, at my end there was gloom.We stayed at one of the private hospitals in the city and Quinn lay in one of the beds, his face twisted in agony. All the nurses had attended to him but there was no result. The only attempt that was successful was getting the bullet out of his body. This was done by the doctor, a man who looked like he was in his early fifties. The effects of the wolfsbane had long kicked in and rendered him nearly immobile. There were several dark marks across his forearms and slowly spread towards his neck.As I sat be

"This is bad! This is bad!"I paced to and fro, clutching my head like I was waiting for the results of a test I didn't study for. Unlike the rest of the people of the kingdom who were in high spirits, Ramon's birthday was a disaster to me. After the Queen's combat had ended, I had not been able to think straight. Not even when Ramon had tried to put my mind at ease and get me to participate in the entertainment that followed the feast.I acknowledged and respected that it was his special day, but the fact that I had sent someone to the infirmary dampened my spirits and did little to ease the tension in my soul.Ramon's gaze followed my movements like a homing beacon, an amused smile plastered on his face."If you do not cease your incessant movements, you will only bring harm to yourself."Pausing, I placed my hands on my hips and sent a stern glare in his direction. "This

A loud cry from the woman who seemed to have the advantage silenced the cheering crowd.Sylvira had backed away from me, clutching at her breasts, her eyes wide like saucers. Surprisingly, she managed the pain well. I needed no soothsayer to tell me how much it hurt, considering how large her boobs were.Using that split opportunity of a temporary freedom I created for myself, I glanced at the stands, from the sea of surprised faces in the crowd to the royal brothers. Ramon and Rothrar shared similar looks. Their mouths hung open, and I swore they looked like cartoon comical twins. I would have exploded into fits of giggles if I wasn't half worried about the outcome of the fight I was going through. Shifting my gaze to Desena, her eyes were as wide as saucers. For some reason, that gave me a boost of confidence. Now she knew that I wasn't to be taken for granted if she ever wanted

~IRENE~Normally I wasn't a fan of the days crawling by. I preferred when time sped up each day so I could look forward to what the next brought.Today was not one of those days.Because it was the king's birthday. And I stood in the midst of a combat arena with the roaring audience above and in front of Sylvira, who looked like she wanted to tear me apart limb from limb.How three weeks had accelerated since the viper incident was a mystery. In each day leading to the buildup, Ramon had assigned special guards to train me in combat. And he partook in extra training sessions after. I had begun to regret not taking judo classes as a kid when I had the chance. Then again, would it have been of any use against a dragon shifter like Sylvira, who definitely had decades or even centur

~RAMON~I settled upon the floor, crossed my legs, and shut my eyes to begin the meditation process.This sacred place, large enough to house thousands of titanic creatures, was the dragon crypt. This place, which was located in the palace underground, was where the souls of the dragon rulers of old dwelled when they passed on. In time, this would be my place. But the manner in which I would enter had not been decided yet.And that was why I sought help from the dragons of old. The growing concern within my heart was beginning to hinder my thoughts.The pyramid of Goras.I had made peace with the fact that I was going to accept Irene for who she was, memories or not. If the stars refused to grant her memories of her past life, that woul

"Brother, what happened?" Rothrar sped towards us as Ramon made the landing on the verandah and set me on my feet. Unsurprisingly, Sylvira wasn't far behind her mate."We were attacked," Ramon replied with a stretch, the cracking of his bones loud for all to hear."Attacked?" Rothrar's eyes widened, and then his gaze moved to the burn on his brother's shoulder. "By what? A desert cobra?""No." Ramon shook his head. "It seemed to me more of a desert viper.""Desert viper?" Sylvira's head tilted in typical fashion. "I have never heard or seen of such."She glanced beside her at Rothrar for emphasis, and he shook his head."No one did," Ramon scoffed. "Until today."

"For the tenth time, Irene, your request is denied. I refuse to summon my dragon." A deep scowl marred Ramon's facial features as he stepped towards the exit of the cave."Come on." I pouted, rushing after him.One would think after a peaceful night of sleep, I would be bright and cheery, with the next thing on my mind being how to return to the kingdom and push forward in the goal of unlocking my powers.That was not the case.After one of the best bathing sessions of my life in the water, my urge to ride a dragon had increased, much to Ramon's growing annoyance."Why are you even adamant on this?" His forehead creased. "I thought we agreed the previous day that it remains to be seen and the time will come."