Novels by QUINN DUSK

Kyrell Third person povKyrell stood in front of the full length mirror in his walk-in closet buttoning up his shirt. The closet was probably the size of a standard bedroom yet the feeling of suffocation had not left him. He picked up his suit jacket, sweeping his arms into it as he walked out to his main bedroom.The bedroom, like the closet, was elegant, expensive and dark. The kind of luxury that screams old money laced with modernity. "Come in Samiel." Kyrell said before his future beta could knock."Prince Kyrell." Samiel said, approaching with caution. Since they got back from the Nightclaw pack, Kyrell's beast had been on a killing spree. Samiel tried to give him space, but no space was enough for the man, not even his own mansion. "The car is ready, Prince." Kyrell stood staring at the floor-to-ceiling window his hands in his pant pockets.He had put off seeing his father for three days after returning from the Nightclaw pack. Not wanting to deal with the Lycan Alpha with the

NyxIt's been two days since I got slammed against the wall, but the students won't stop laughing and whispering as I walk to my locker. It doesn't matter if I'm the Beta's daughter or human. Teenagers can be assholes, especially werewolves who believe strength is everything."Hey girl." Mira waves at me with a wide smile. Well, at least not all teenagers are cruel."Hey Mira," I say, closing my locker.She links her arm through mine and drags me excitedly into an empty classroom, not caring about the girls staring daggers at us as we walk past."How's your preparation for the Crimson Hunt coming? I really hope to find my mate that day. What if he's a Lycan?" Excitement beams in her eyes."You know I can't go. I'm not even a she-wolf," I said, sitting on an empty desk."Uh, so what? You're the Beta's daughter."I roll my eyes. A butler's daughter has more rights than me. Besides, I never understood why she-wolves fight each other to be claimed by monsters. I've seen a Lycan's beast fo

Nyx povIs there a limit to the weird things that can happen to me? Moon goddess, just give me a break already. Something about this man sends chills down my skin, and I'm not about to stand here and find out what that is. I dust off my soiled dress and turn to leave."Who touched you?" His deep baritone voice hits me like a shockwave, freezing me in place.I can feel those gold eyes on me like a physical weight, patient and unblinking, as if he has all the time in the world and fully expects me to fill the silence. I would, on any other day. I would have tripped over my own words trying to explain myself to someone who looked like that.But it's getting dark fast, and I need to find my way home. Not that my stepmother is particularly eager to welcome me back, but it's either that or sleep on the street. Bad things happened to girls who weren't home before dark in Nightclaw territory. Especially human girls."I have to go," I say, brushing the dirt off my skirt again and ignoring the

Nyx I thought I was running but I wasn't. My head was bleeding but I felt the pain in my feet. I found my way to the woods at the back of the school, half falling and walking. The trees shielded me from prying eyes.My mind drifted back to the gold pair of eyes I saw earlier. Or was I imagining things? That was not unlikely given my head had just been slammed against the wall. Thank goodness the principal interfered in time, saving me from more beatings.I sat down under a thick tree and dug through my backpack searching for anything useful to stop the bleeding. Nothing. Other than writing materials，a tiny mirror, and a cellphone without signal, nothing came in handy. "Wow Nyx, you don't even have a napkin to wrap your head with." I took out the mirror and tried to look at the back of my head. I couldn't really see the injury, only the bloodstain at the back of my dress."You smell divine." A voice I recognized all too well sounded from the shadows. Cullen stepped out with a small bo

Nyx PovA cold breeze splashed against my face, combing my hair in different directions as I ran as fast as my legs allowed. The beast chasing me wasn't moving like a normal wolf, more like a man in beastly form.Its hinds thumped heavily on the ground. I could feel the vibration beneath my feet. Or was it the pounding of my heart?I ran as fast as I could, but it was no match for a lycan. He grabbed my ankle and lifted me up, baring long fangs at me. My heart stopped. He slashed his claw across my chest."Noo..."My eyes shot open as I sat upright, scanning my surroundings. Sweat clung to every inch of my malnourished body as I tried to steady the pounding of my heart. I pressed a shaking hand to my chest.Being human in a house full of werewolves was more than enough punishment for me, but fate still rewarded me with nightmares that made me wonder if my reality was a dream. My room door pushed open, jolting my head up."You lazy bitch!" My mother's voice cut sharper than her slaps