Novels by Larzor

POV: LunaThe iron handle jerks again. Harder this time. Wood splinters around the lock and a fine rain of dust comes down on my hair.I stumble to the broken edge of the balcony and grab the balustrade to stay standing. My hands are shaking so bad I have to lock my elbows.Below, Raven stands at the head of a silver tide.Dozens of elite executioners in full ceremonial armor fill the courtyard, silver-tipped spears catching what little light is left from the eclipse. Their boots hit the stone in perfect sync and the vibration travels up through the stone into my palms.And right beside her, Zara. Claws out, forearms still slick with fresh blood. She already cleared the outer posts."Aiden," I manage, and my voice sounds small even to me. "How did she… how did she get that many past your perimeter? You said the Inner Sanctum was warded."He comes up beside me. His jaw is tight, a muscle jumping."She didn't bypass them," he says, and his voice is flat. Empty in a way that's worse than

POV: LunaThe stone doors of Aiden's sanctum don't just open. They give way.Dust chokes the moonlight from the skylight. The wards Aiden layered around the room shriek and snap like dry twigs, and a wave of cold, ancient air rolls in that makes my teeth ache.Through the dust, he steps.Orion.He has to duck to clear the ruined archway. His shoulders are wider than the doorway, his leathers caked with dust from the outer gates, his bare arms corded with old scars. He smells like wet earth after a storm; crushed rock and deep roots. The floor groans under his weight."Thick walls, Silver Alpha." I feel the rumble in my bones before I hear the words. "But they can't hide her scent."Aiden steps sharply between us. No frost creeps across the floor, but his posture is rigid, military. His claws are out, his eyes blown wide with silver."You broke treaty, Orion. Step back."Orion doesn't even look at him.His golden-brown eyes find me; past Aiden's shoulder, past the ruined door. He cross

POV: LunaThe shadows in Aiden’s sanctum don’t just move. They breathe.One second, the corner near the ceiling is empty. The next, the darkness shifts, pulling away from the stone to form a sleek silhouette. Twin daggers catch the moonlight. Golden, slit-pupiled eyes lock onto us.Kai.The Mountain Lion Prince steps between the moonlight and the bed. Black leathers hug a lean, deadly frame. The silver wards on the walls flicker and die with a soft hiss.Aiden is on his feet. Silver magic flares, frost exploding across the floor in jagged spikes. His claws extend, scraping the stone. "You have five seconds to explain why you shouldn't die in my bedchamber, Kai."Kai spins a dagger between his fingers. "Careful, Silver Alpha. Your scent is so thick with possessiveness it's a wonder you can see me through the fog of your own ego."His voice is low, intimate. My stomach drops. Aiden is freezing control. But Kai just pulls. The third strand of the mate bond snaps into place with a heavy,

POV: LunaThe door breaks. Not splinters; shatters. Aiden hits Jace hard enough to crack the stone under my feet, sending a shockwave through my chest. They go down in a tangle of claws and bared teeth, two halves of the same bloodline trying to tear each other apart. Jace still has one hand locked around my wrist, but Aiden rips him away with a brutal twist."Step away from her, Jace." Aiden’s voice is too quiet, lacking its usual command. "Your exile ends tonight if you don't yield."Jace scrambles up, black claws gouging the damp stone. He wipes blood from his split lip and grins, completely unbothered by the threat. "She’s not yours to command. The bond chose me first. You felt it snap."The twin bond between them pulls at my ribs, tight and sickening. Nineteen years of resentment, snapping all at once.Aiden doesn't argue. He sweeps low, catches Jace’s leg, and drives him into the floor. The crack of bone is loud in the enclosed space. Pinning his brother with a knee to the ches

POV: LunaThe Grand Hall of Aidion becomes a slaughterhouse in the making. I am still on my knees, the scrub brush forgotten, as my blood begins to burn beneath my skin like liquid starlight.Four predators circle me, their beasts roaring so loud the marble pillars seem to hum with the vibration. The eclipse light turns the world a bruised, violet hue, and my scent fills the air like a weaponized aphrodisiac. Kai melts into the shadows between the pillars. He is gone in a heartbeat, with only the faint shimmer of his daggers marking where he stood moments before.Orion steps forward instead. The stone answers his call. A crack races across the floor from the heel of his boot, splitting the ancient sigils of Aidion. He looks at Aiden and Jace as if they are children squabbling over a practice blade. "The stone rejects your squabble, wolves," his voice ejects, the sound vibrating through my chest."Step away from the Queen". Jace bares his teeth, his black wolf energy flaring so hot I c

POV: LunaThe biting cold of the marble floor seeps through my knees like a promise I never asked for. My fingers curl tightly around the handle of the scrub brush, my knuckles white and my wrists screaming in protest from the repetitive motion. The water sloshing in my bucket is a dull, murky gray, clouded by the filth of noble boot-prints.Remaining invisible is the only thing that keeps me breathing. The Grand Hall of Aidion is a massive beast of cold stone and vibrant stained glass, where pillars carved with intricate wolf-sigils rise toward a ceiling painted with the legends of our history. All around me, silks rustle and jewels catch the light, yet I remain on my knees in the center of it all, a shadow in a room full of light."Wolfless trash." The voice is as sharp as shards of glass, coming from my left. "Why is she even permitted in the hall?"."Alpha Aiden keeps her around to scrub the blood off the stones," a cruel laugh follows. "Every pack needs its vermin".I don't look