Novels by JZS

Jax’s POV Alida and Gunner had been traveling around the world. To say they were gone a lot would be an understatement. Tora and I have been trying to keep up with the alphas here and requests they had for Alida for when she returned. Thank the Goddess Tora was more organized than I was. I didn’t know how to do any of this shit. We have been building the house back up little by little in our spare time. Chelsea was about to pop at any moment. Things just seemed to be going great. Apart from the everyday stress, there wasn’t much I could complain about. Life was going great with my mate by my side. Meanwhile, we were still checking into Tyler’s mate, Stephanie to see if bringing him in as a beta would be the smart choice considering who her father was. So far there were no red flags. I would say that it would be safe to bring her into the pack, but that decision was up to Alpha Nik. Emma did her time in the pack jail and faced her trial in her own pack as well. They only added 6 mor

Cheyenne’s POV It’s been about week after all the chaos. Between dealing with momma, my sisters, and then my heat, I thought I was going to lose my shit. Gunner was right there with me every step of the way though. He made sure I always had everything I needed and wanted. We started working on making a master map of all the territories in the US to find a piece of land that would be large enough to build the royal court and prison on. We had already considered the humans and places they vacationed and whatnot. It looked like the best place to build was going to be between some mountain tops in the Rockies. I laughed to myself knowing how much Ella hated the cold. Nik helped me write up the proposal after talking to Charlie to see about putting a cloaking spell on the place so if anybody did wonder into the area, they wouldn’t see it. Charlie agreed to help us along with Alex and a few other very powerful witches they knew. After sending out the proposal to the Alphas in the US, I ha

Cheyenne’s POV I didn’t get shit for sleep last night. Gunner was on patrols and my mind with wondering with all the different impossible outcomes for my sister’s trails today. In one outcome, I ended up on death row and they were both standing there laughing at me. Ridiculous, I know. Gunner would randomly check in on me, feeling the stress and anxiety through the mate bond. I rolled my tiny ass out of bed with a moan and made my way to the bathroom. A good relaxing shower was much needed right now. My whole body was tensed from all the stress. I didn’t even bother grabbing clothes to take with me. Nobody ever came into our room anyways. Well, not without knocking first anyways. I took Gunner’s shirt off and just tossed it on the floor along with my panties and shorts. I turned on the shower to let it warm up while I brushed my hair out. Once I finished, I stepped in the shower and just stood under the shower head. I let hell’s fire water just rain down on my face and roll down my

Cheyenne’s POVAlpha Brock had just finished updating me when a couple of alphas from the northern packs that I hadn’t met before walked in. Alpha Nik did the introductions and I smiled as I shook their hands. It didn’t take long after that, more and more started showing up. Alpha Nik and Alpha Brock never left my side the entire time, to which I was thankful for. I wasn’t really the people person and I really hated meeting new people. Ty always said I had social anxiety which would kill his social butterfly every time he took me out. Once everyone was here, I went out to meet with all the guards.“I know y’all don’t know me, but I am in fact the Queen Alpha.” I started and simultaneously all their heads bowed. “No need for the formalities out here. I just wanted to introduce myself and to thank you for coming. I don’t care what your Alpha has said, my order over rules him and when we break fo

Cheyenne’s POV“Holy sweet mother of baby Odin! Where the hell are my boots!?” I was scrambling around trying to get ready for the Alpha meeting in a couple hours. We ended up picking a location that would be easy for everyone to get to, but it was at least an hour’s drive out for us. I had already woke up late and rushed in the shower.I was in such a rush I forgot to take my panties off before getting in. Gunner got a good laugh out of it so I took them off and then whipped them at his head. I hurried with my shower and didn’t even bother with blow drying my hair. I just through it up in a wet messy bun. I didn’t care what I looked like, I was not trying to impress anyone by no means, and I already made sure that everyone knew that this meeting was casual dress.“Babe…” Gunner started.“Not now, I gotta find my boots! What the fuck?! It’s not like they just got up and wa

Cheyenne POVWaking up the next morning, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and stretched my whole body out. I looked over to see that Gunner was still asleep when an idea popped in my head. I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote him a note like he did to me. Only instead of a yellow rose I placed a heresy’s kiss candy on top of it.I quietly made my way out of the bedroom and closed the door softly behind me. Once I knew I was in the clear, I made my way down to the kitchen for some breakfast. It was still early and barely anyone was up. Mostly just the warriors going out for their own personal training or patrols switching shifts.I was in the middle of eating my butterscotch chip pancakes when my phone rang. I took it out of my pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was an unknown number. Normally I would just hit ignore but something was telling me to answer it. So I slid my thumb over the green circle on the screen.“Hello?&rdqu

The first thing she remembered was the sound.Not voices, not chains—just the low hum of the stone around her. The dungeon walls breathed. They moved, almost imperceptibly, like the heartbeat of something ancient and cruel. Every inhale filled her lungs with damp, iron-tinted air. Every exhale sent a sharp pain through the cracked ribs pressing against her bruised heart.She’d lost track of time long ago. Days bled into nights, nights into something worse. The torches burned with a greenish flame that never went out. Her wrists had forgotten what it felt like not to ache. Her tongue was dry, lips split, throat raw from screaming into the void that answered back with laughter.They wanted her to beg.She never did.When they came, they came quietly—robes whispering, boots echoing faintly against stone. Each one reeked of old blood and smoke, their eyes glinting with something inhuman. They didn’t call her by a

The sun was barely spilling gold across the Blood Moon packlands, and Cheyenne was already halfway through her morning argument with Gunner.“I’m telling you, I can’t just sit around!” Cheyenne snapped, hands flailing in true Cheyenne fashion. “There’s too much to do! Pack inspections, patrol schedules, training games—what if something explodes while I’m lying on some stupid cabin bed?”Gunner stood solid as a mountain, arms crossed, his jaw tight but eyes soft, the weight of quiet authority in every line of his stance. “Chey,” he said slowly, letting the name roll off his tongue like a calming anchor, “you can’t do everything. You’re human enough to need rest, wolf enough to listen, and—trust me—you’re not going to explode if you stay in one place for an hour.”Cheyenne scowled, narrowing her eyes. “I’ll explode if I don’t

The great hall of the human’s community building was alive with sound—laughter, deep voices, and the faint hum of dominance rippling through the air like static before a storm. Every Alpha from all the territories had gathered at Cheyenne’s invitation. The long oak table stretched nearly the length of the hall, carved with sigils of every allied pack—symbols of loyalty, strength, and the uneasy peace Cheyenne had fought so hard to keep.She stood just behind Gunner’s chair, a quiet presence amid the rowdy energy of wolf leaders who didn’t know how to be still. Her gaze swept over them—Alpha Kade of Silverpine Pack, smug as ever; Alpha Rhys of Crimson Hollow, with his trademark smirk; Alpha Darin of Frostfang, who’d already started a bet on who would get into a growl-match first. It was chaos, barely leashed. But it was her kind of chaos.Well… usually.Gunner rapped his knuckles against the table. &

The healer’s hut was quiet except for the soft bubbling of the herb pot on the stove. The faint scent of sage and yarrow filled the air, curling around shelves lined with jars of dried roots and glowing vials. Moonlight filtered through the open window, painting everything silver.Elara sat at her worktable, staring down at the parchment notes she’d taken from Cheyenne’s last visit. They didn’t make sense — at least, not in any way that should have been possible.She rubbed at her temple, brow furrowing as she flipped another page. The readings of energy signatures, the pulse fluctuations, the flux in spiritual resonance—every metric was off. Not dangerously so, not yet, but enough to make the hairs rise along the back of her neck.It wasn’t sickness. It wasn’t fatigue.It was… something becoming.She’d seen oddities before — wolves whose spirits bonded twice, witc

Three days had passed since the training games, but the laughter that had filled the clearing that morning had long since dulled to an ache in Gunner’s chest.Cheyenne had brushed it off, of course. “I just overdid it,” she’d said, waving away his concern as she pulled her braid tighter. “You try sparring against a dragon with a fireball addiction and see if you don’t black out.”But Gunner wasn’t buying it.He’d felt it through their bond — the quiet thrum of fatigue that pulsed beneath her heartbeat. The flickers of nausea she tried to hide. The moments when her fire dimmed, then sputtered back to life. She didn’t even realize she was fading. He did. And it scared him.Now, sitting across from her at breakfast in the packhouse kitchen, he watched her pick at her toast like it was some kind of adversary. Her hair fell in soft waves, barely catching the morning light. Her eyes were sharp bu

The training grounds had never been this packed. Wolves filled the stands shoulder to shoulder, their murmurs rolling like distant thunder. Witches gathered in little clusters, their robes flashing in the sunlight with sigils and charms. Vampires leaned casually against the railings, pale and unimpressed, though their crimson eyes gleamed with interest. Phoenixes and dragons stood at the edges, wings tucked but eyes sharp, curiosity radiating from them.Everyone had come to see them.The Guardians and their mates stood on the wide dirt field, facing one another like opposing armies. Only this wasn’t war—it was a game. A show of strength, skill, and unity.Ben raised his hand, his grin wolfish. “Ladies, gentlemen, immortals, and smartasses—we give you the first-ever official Training Games.”The crowd roared with approval, but Tora snorted. “You make it sound like we’re about to break into song.”

The dream always began the same way.A burning sky—crimson and gold—stretched across the horizon like an angry wound, its colors searing the clouds as though the sun had been torn open. The wind howled with ancient voices, and the earth trembled beneath her hooves. In the center of the sky, floating weightless in a ring of blue fire, was a crown forged of thorns and stars—violent and beautiful, radiating power.She stood alone in an endless field of ash, her buckskin coat scorched with soot, mane tangled with embers. The ground was cracked beneath her hooves, glowing faintly with veins of molten silver that pulsed with life. In the distance, a single white wolf stared at her from the shadows. Silent. Watchful. Its glowing green eyes pierced through the smoke like twin moons.Then came the lights.Five glowing pillars erupted from the earth like geysers—each a distinct color: scarlet, sapphire, emerald, gold, and violet. They arced

The woods were quiet.Not eerily, not fearfully—just… peacefully. Like the land itself had finally exhaled.Cheyenne walked slowly, the crunch of leaves under her boots steady and rhythmic, her hands shoved deep into her hoodie. Behind her, the Blood Moon Packhouse glowed softly with the sounds of laughter and life. The twins’ birthday celebration was still raging strong inside. But she needed air. She needed quiet. She needed this.“I didn’t think we’d ever get here,” Koa said in her mind, her voice thoughtful, no longer as cryptic as when they first met. “Not alive, anyway.”Cheyenne smirked. “Speak for yourself. I had a ten-point plan and everything.”“You had a bottle of whiskey and a list titled ‘People I Might Punch.’”“…Which is a plan, thank you very much.”The wind stirred gently, brushing her hair into her f

The Phoenix Sanctum was quiet beneath the lavender dusk.Evening had softened the brilliance of the sunstones embedded into the cliffside, their golden shimmer mellowing into a warm pulse that bathed the land in gold and rose. The air smelled of honeysuckle and the ever-burning sacred flame that curled through the air like a dragon’s breath—warm, steady, eternal.It had been nearly a year since Tyler took the throne beside Nalia.A year since the old laws were broken and reforged.A year since she stepped out of the shadows of history and into the light of her people.The change hadn’t come without growing pains, but as Nalia stood at the top of the high balcony overlooking the sanctum gardens, she didn’t feel the weight of failure or fear anymore. She felt... peace. And purpose.The kind that wasn’t born overnight, but shaped through loss, love, and relentless fire.Below her, Phoenixes moved through the gardens and walkways—laughing

*Six months later.*That’s how long it had been since the world shifted on its axis with the arrival of Kael and Liora—half a year of late nights, early mornings, endless diapers, and more magic-infused baby giggles than anyone thought their hearts could handle.Also? Not a single piece of furniture remained exactly where it had originally been.Tora sighed as she watched Kael crawl—no, charge—across the floor like a fuzzy wrecking ball. One little paw still popped out now and then as if his inner wolf was trying to get in on the action. Meanwhile, Liora, not to be outdone, had scrambled up the side of the couch and was attempting to scale it like some sort of glowing, fireproof mountain goat."She’s climbing again," Tora muttered, not bothering to raise her voice.“I see her,” Jax said from the kitchen, sipping coffee like it was the only thing keeping him upright. “I’m just trying to give her

*Tora’s POV*The world had gone quiet.Not literally, of course. Somewhere nearby, a nurse dropped something that clattered against tile. Someone else laughed—Chelsea maybe, or possibly Cheyenne tormenting someone into an early grave again. But in here, in this room, with two tiny bundled lives nestled against my chest…everything else faded out.I had no words.Which, to be fair, was a rare occurrence for me.Liora let out a soft snuffle against my collarbone, tiny fingers curling into the fabric of the blanket they’d wrapped her in. Her skin was warm, flushed with that soft golden hue all dragonlings were born with. And tucked right beside her, pressed against my other side, Kael was sleeping like he hadn’t just roared his way into the world hours earlier. The kid had lungs, and attitude. Clearly his father’s son.I felt Jax’s arm curl protectively around my back, his warmth seepin

It was the kind of morning that felt stolen from a fairytale—sunlight soft and golden, birds chirping harmonies that even Cheyenne couldn’t bring herself to curse. She reclined in one of the lounge chairs just outside her and Gunner’s cabin, wearing sunglasses too big for her face and sipping iced tea like she didn’t have the weight of the world tattooed into her DNA.The pack grounds were alive with laughter and lightness. Chelsea and Ben were trying to teach Darian how to skip stones by the creek—he was mostly just yeeting them like weapons. Jax and Tora were lounging under the shade of a willow, her head on his lap as he lazily braided a strand of her hair, a soft smirk on his lips every time she smacked his hand for tugging too hard. Isolde and Thorne were doing that thing where they pretended not to be affectionate, yet somehow never stopped touching.Even Cheyenne had her guard down. The calm wasn’t just rare. It was suspicious