Novels by Sunkanmi Tobi

Nyxara POVThe world turned violet.The High Priestess’s silver dagger didn't hit Draven. It didn't hit me. It froze in mid-air, inches from his fur, as if the wind itself had turned into a wall of glass. My birthmark was screaming, a pulsing heat that felt like a second heartbeat beneath my ribs.I looked at my hands. They were glowing with a soft, ancient light. The red-eyed monsters on the shore scrambled backward, their hisses turning into whines of terror."The Luna," the high priestess whispered, her face going pale. "The True Luna has returned."The power snapped. The dagger fell into the rushing water with a splash. The weight of the magic pulled the air from my lungs, and I felt my knees give out.Before I could sink into the river, a pair of strong, human arms caught me. Draven had shifted back. He was naked and dripping wet, and his eyes were wide with a mix of shock and pure, raw relief."I've got you," he gasped, pulling me against his chest. "Nyx, I've got you."For a se

Nyxara POVThe ground didn’t just shake; it screamed.The earth split open like a giant mouth, swallowing the cabin where I had spent the last few weeks. I watched as the walls crumbled into the dark pit. My heart thundered. Everything I had, my safety, my secrets, was falling into the abyss."Nyxara, don't look down!" Riven’s voice barked.His arm was like a band of iron around my waist. He pulled me back just as the porch vanished. I looked into the hole and saw them, hundreds of glowing red eyes. They weren’t wolves. They were something older, something twisted. The Ancients."What are they?" I choked out, my hand protectively covering my stomach."The Council’s guard dogs," Riven growled. He set me down on solid ground and shifted partially. His claws grew long and silver, and his teeth sharpened. "They were sent to make sure you never leave these woods."The High Priestess stood on the other side of the crack, her white robes fluttering in the dead air. "The blood of the True Lun

Draven POVThe smell of the cabin was wrong. It smelled like ancient forests and a man I had only heard of in legends. But under that, there it was, the scent I had tried to drown in whiskey and work for weeks. Nyxara.I stared at her. She was thinner, but her eyes were different. They weren't the eyes of the quiet omega who used to scrub my floors. They were sharp. And her stomach... my heart stopped. The bump was small, but to an Alpha, it was like a lighthouse in the dark."Nyxara," I growled, my voice cracking. "What is this? Who did this to you?""Did what, Draven?" she snapped. She didn't flinch. She didn't hide. She stood taller than I had ever seen her. "You threw me away. You sent me into the woods to die. Did you think I would just stop existing because you didn't want me?""You were an omega!" I roared, the windows rattling in their frames. "I had a pack to lead. I had to protect our bloodline!""And look at you now," a new voice interrupted.Riven Ashenfell stepped forward

Nyxara POVThe wolf’s jaws were inches from my neck when the world stopped.I didn’t die. I didn’t feel the crunch of bone. Instead, a strange heat exploded from my chest, pushing outward in a golden wave. The Blackmoor scout, a massive, grey beast who had served Draven for years, was thrown backward as if hit by a truck. He slammed into a tree and slumped to the ground, unconscious.I gasped, clutching my stomach. My skin felt like it was on fire, but in a way that made me feel alive, not hurt."I told you," a deep voice rumbled.I spun around. The stranger with the ash-silver hair was still there, leaning against a rock as if he hadn't just watched a miracle. He looked bored, but his molten gold eyes tracked every move I made."What did you do to him?" I asked, my voice shaking."I didn't do anything, Nyxara," he said, stepping into the moonlight. "You did.""I'm an omega," I whispered, shaking my head. "Omegas don't have power like that. We don't have shields. We don't have... what

Nyxara POVThe moon ceremony was supposed to be the best night of my life. Instead, it became the night my world ended.I stood on the Sacred Stone, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. All around us, the Blackmoor Pack was silent. Hundreds of wolves watched, their eyes glowing in the dark. Beside me stood Draven Blackmoor. He was tall, powerful, and smelled of pine and cold rain. He was my fated mate.For an omega like me, being chosen by the Alpha was a miracle. I had spent my life cleaning floors and staying quiet. I thought the Moon had finally seen my suffering. I thought I was finally going home.Then, Draven stepped away from me.The heat of the bond, which had been humming through my veins, suddenly turned into ice. He didn’t look at me with love. He looked at me like I was dirt on his expensive boots."I, Draven Blackmoor, Alpha of the Blackmoor Pack, reject you," he said. His voice was loud and cold. It echoed off the mountain walls. "I reject Nyxara Vale