Novels by Sweettiana15

I hadn’t slept. Not for a second.The bed in the room Damien had given me was luxurious, far more comfortable than anything I’d ever laid on, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t shut my eyes, not when I was surrounded by vampires—by him.The entire night, I stayed curled up beneath the thick blankets, listening to the sounds beyond my door. The muffled voices, the occasional footfalls in the hallway. I wasn’t safe here. I knew that. No matter the deal I had made, I was still a werewolf trapped in a den of vampires.So, I kept my back against the headboard, staring at the door, my muscles tense and ready—just in case.By the time morning came, I felt like a ghost of myself. My limbs ached, my head was heavy, and exhaustion clung to me like a second skin. But I pushed it aside as I forced myself out of bed and dressed in the same clothes I had arrived in.I had just finished pulling my hair back when a sharp knock sounded at my door.Before I could answer, it swung open.Damien leaned agai

The night air was thick with tension as I stepped onto Damien’s territory. The moment my foot crossed the invisible threshold, I knew I was being watched.I kept my steps steady, my breathing even, even though my instincts screamed at me to be on guard. This was no longer my land. I didn’t belong here, and every shadow, every whisper of wind through the trees, reminded me of that.Before I reached the massive iron gates, two figures stepped forward from the darkness. They moved with the silent grace of predators, their eyes sharp and assessing as they blocked my path.“Stop,” one of them commanded. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with short-cropped dark hair and an expression carved from stone. His companion, leaner but no less dangerous, flanked him, fingers twitching near the hilt of a blade strapped to his thigh.“Lyra Callahan.” The taller one said my name like he already knew exactly who I was and why I was here. “You left. Now you’re back. Why?”I squared my shoulders. “Damien is

The glass vial felt heavier than it should have.I gripped it tightly as I ran through the woods, my lungs burning, my legs aching, but I didn’t slow. Jason didn’t have time.Damien had given me his blood without hesitation, as if it was nothing to him. But I knew better. A hybrid’s blood—especially one as powerful as him—was dangerous, unpredictable. It could heal, but it could also change the one who consumed it.I pushed that thought aside as I reached the pack’s territory. The lights from our home flickered through the trees, a beacon in the darkness.I sprinted up the steps, barely pausing to catch my breath before shoving the door open.My father was waiting.His broad frame was tense, arms crossed over his chest, his sharp gaze cutting straight through me.“Where have you been?” His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, something unreadable beneath the surface.I hesitated, my grip tightening on the vial. “I got help. To save Jason.”His eyes flicked down to my clenched

Jason’s weight pressed heavily against me as Calla and I dragged him through the forest, our steps uneven, our breaths ragged. His blood soaked into my clothes, warm and sticky, the scent of it thick in the air.He wasn’t speaking anymore.“Stay with me,” I muttered, barely hearing my own voice over the pounding of my pulse. “Just a little further.”Jason’s only response was a weak groan.We stumbled into the clearing that led to our pack’s village, the dim lights from the cabins glowing like fireflies in the darkness. Relief surged through me.We made it.Calla let out a sharp howl—a call for help, a demand that someone do something.A few figures emerged from the cabins, their expressions ranging from concern to wary disinterest.“Move,” I snapped at them, my patience gone.The sight of their indifferent stares, the way they had left Jason to die in that clearing, still burned in my mind. But I had no time to dwell on it now.My father appeared from the main lodge, his sharp gaze sw

The scent of pine and damp earth filled my lungs as I sprinted through the dense forest, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. The cool night air stung against my skin, but I welcomed it, pushing myself harder. The full moon was high, casting silver light through the treetops, illuminating the familiar paths that wound through our territory.A growl sounded behind me, low and taunting.“Too slow, Lyra!”I didn’t have to look back to know it was Calla.A smirk pulled at my lips as I surged forward, my muscles burning from the chase. She thought she could bait me into a mistake—she should’ve known better.“You talk too much,” I shot back, leaping over a fallen log.A blur of movement to my right—Calla lunged, trying to cut me off. But I was already anticipating it. I twisted midair, landing on all fours before shifting back to my feet in a fluid motion. I was fast. She was faster.But I was smarter.The clearing was just ahead. If I timed it right…I dropped low, kicking off with a final