Novels by Dark Lady

Silas Vane The dark was my only faithful friend. After my sister was killed, I wandered this forest like a ghost for years. I had sworn to kill anyone who crossed my border without my permission. Not even a bird could fly here without my leave. Until that night. Until Drake Valerius. The man who murdered my sister in my own woods. I went for revenge. To tear out the Valerius bloodline by the roots. To spill their blood over my sister’s fresh grave. When her brother killed my innocent sister, I made a vow. I would take their most precious thing. I thought Luna was their most precious. But they saw her as a curse. When her father, that coward King Valerius, offered his own five year old daughter to me to save his hide, my stomach turned. “She is cursed,” he said, trembling. “The witch said she will bring ruin to the pack. Take her. Do what you will. Just leave us.” He had thrown his own daughter out. She lived in a hut in the woods. That night, when I entered that ramshackle cabin

Luna Valerius “You have to run, Luna,” I whispered to myself. “If you stop, the monster they talk about will become real. Run from becoming a wolf. If they don’t want you, then you don’t want them. Remember that.” But only ten minutes later, a pair of glowing eyes appeared through the thick mist between the trees. Then another. And another. They weren’t wolves. They were in human form, but they moved with an animal agility, circling me. “Look what we have here,” one of them said. His voice was sharp as a paper cut. “The Alpha’s new toy came out to taste the rain. Let’s have a taste of her.” I stumbled back, but my spine hit a solid trunk. It wasn’t a tree. It was Dante, Silas’s right hand, the one I’d seen at the castle gate. He was in human form, wearing only black leather pants; fresh claw marks on his chest were still bleeding. I thought only hunters were after me. Were wolves now attacking each other, too? “I told you to leave, didn’t I?” Dante said, his voice dripping w

Luna Valerius “You belong to me.” The Alpha’s voice was so commanding it had carved itself into my mind. In the forest, the sound of silver bullets still echoed. Or maybe it was the cracking of bones. Three people wouldn’t make that much noise. There had to be more hunters. What had I stumbled into? It wasn’t the hunters I feared, though. It was the silver. I knew how much silver burned. I’d never been wounded before, but the thought of that cold metal touching my skin made my very soul tremble. While I held my breath in terror, Silas didn’t even lift his head from my neck. It was as if the world had stopped, time had dissolved, and only we remained, caught in that poisonous pull. “Silver,” I whispered, afraid. “Don’t be frightened, little stranger.” His voice was a low, raspy growl rising from his ribcage. “While I’m here, no one can touch you.” “But—” I stammered, but a voice from the darkness choked the words in my throat. “Alpha! Border breach. The silver hunters

Luna Valerius “Come on, Luna. Cheer up a little. If you were really a wolf from those old legends, today would be the day you find your soulmate. You’re turning eighteen. Eighteen.” Fiona’s excited voice cut through the café’s noise. A bitter, fake smile appeared on my lips. “Good thing we’re not wolves, Fiona. And those monsters only live in fairy tales.” The flatness in my voice was my biggest shield, hiding the storm inside me. “Ugh, Luna. You can be so boring sometimes,” she whined. I ignored her. There was a truth Fiona didn’t know. Could never know. Wolves were real. I was one of them. The blood in my veins carried that dark, cursed lineage, the very blood that made my own family turn and run without looking back. I’d been abandoned. Branded as cursed and tossed aside. Now I worked as a waitress in a café, fighting just to survive. The prophecy said today was the day. The moment I was supposed to bond with my mate. But I felt nothing stirring. No famous scent of fate i