Novels by Naomi

Down in the main yard of the Citadel, the frost on the dark stones had not yet started to melt.At the center of the training ring stood five year old Leo.He wore a neat dark navy leather training vest over a thick grey wool shirt. He wore matching trousers and small black leather boots. In his small hands, he held a training sword made of smooth, hard ironwood. His small shoulders were straight. His chin was up high, his dark hazel blue eyes were locked in full focus on the tall man standing ten steps ahead of him.Alpha Dennis Blackwood stood in the ring, he held his heavy iron cane in one hand and a matching ironwood training sword in the other.The old lord wore a thick navy coat with dark fur at the edges, his snowy white hair was neatly brushed back. His back was as straight as the stone walls behind him. His pale blue eyes held a fierce, old pride as he looked down at his grandson.Standing on the raised stone steps above the yard, wrapped in a thick wool blanket, sat four yea

The iron security gates of St Jude Elite Academy slammed shut with a loud mechanical clang that echoed across the neat lawns.Panicked shouts broke out among the rich human diplomats and company executives as dozens of armed Shadow Vanguard guards, dressed in neat dark suits, surrounded the glass hall. Edge shields activated, casting an invisible high pitch energy net over the whole campus.Inside the elementary gallery, Damian stood his glowing gold eyes burned with a deadly heavy fury that turned the surrounding air very hot. The cracked crystal glass lay shattered on the stone floor beside his boots, the frozen chunk of poisoned elderberry juice slowly melting into a dark toxic stain against the stone.Sarah stood beside him perfectly calm, her dark brown eyes cold and calculating as she looked over the crowd. Beside them, Beta Marcus and Captain Logan moved with frightening speed."Logan, take squad three and sweep the southern exit gates," Marcus ordered, his voice deep and roug

The grand glass hall of St Jude Elite Academy shone under the autumn afternoon sun. High above the neat lawn polished stone arches and neat hedge maze, colorful flags with the academy crest fluttered in the mountain wind.Today was the yearly St Jude Exhibition, a big afternoon party bringing together the city most powerful human diplomats, company executives, and high ranking pack lords who worked within the human sector.Sleek luxury cars, armored Maybachs, and polished human limos lined the stone drive. Human security guards in dark tuxedos stood along the edge alongside hidden Shadow Vanguard guards dressed in formal dark suits.Outside the main glass hall, an armored black Mercedes pulled up to the red carpet.The door slid open, and Damian stepped out first.He was an imposing magnificent vision of high tier Alpha royalty. He wore a tailored three piece suit cut precisely to his broad tall frame, his dark leather shoes spotless, his dark hair brushed back neatly. His dark golde

A thick freezing fog rolled off the Razor Peaks by nightfall, covering the stone towers of the Black Citadel in a ghostly white frost.High on the fourth floor of the fortress, in the private family wing, a massive stone fire place crackled with dry cedar logs, casting long amber shadows across heavy wool rugs, dark wooden bookshelves, and soft velvet chairs. The room was warm, filled with the faint scent of crushed pine leaves and spiced apple tea.Leo and Jacob sat side by side on a thick sheep skin rug near the fire place.Leo was wearing dark blue soft pajamas, neatly arranging a line of carved wooden knights into a defense shape. Beside him, Jacob sat quietly in grey cotton pajamas, holding his sketch pad against his knees, carefully filling in the hair of a drawn black horse with a dark crayon.Alpha Dennis Blackwood sat in a deep leather chair nearby, wearing a heavy navy velvet tunic. His snowy white hair reflected the amber fire light, and his pale blue eyes held a gentle gra

The old Blackwood Iron Works rose out of the mountain fog like the rusted ribs of a dead giant.Thick wild vine covered the tall smoke pipes, and the cold midnight air smelled of damp stone, wet iron, and old machine oil. Many years of heavy mountain rain had rusted the steel roofs, leaving dark big gaps that made eerie hollow tunes when the wind blew through the valley.Sarah crouched in the damp pine leaves on top of a ridge three hundred yards from the work fence.Her strong bow was held loosely in her gloved hand, her dark battle suit blending well into the shadows. Beside her, Damian rested on one knee, his broad sword strapped to his back, his glowing gold eyes scanning the pitch black compound with deadly hunter focus.Behind them, Captain Logan and Beta Marcus held position with their quiet guns, their night vision masks painting the dark land in sharp shades of green."Sensors pick up zero heat from the main melting floor, Alpha," Logan whispered into his coded throat mic, hi

The heavy wooden doors of the central medical wing stood half open, letting the quiet rustle of autumn leaves and the scent of crushed moon flower drift into the silent corridor.Inside the private rest room, the harsh morning light was softened by drawn cloth curtains. Captain Logan lay propped up against a stack of white pillows. His upper chest was bare, wrapped tightly in white cloth bandages that covered his left shoulder where the pack doctors had removed the silver bits hours earlier. His scarred stern face was pale, his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling as his strong wolf blood worked slowly to flush out the remaining poison.Sitting on a low stool by his bed was Chloe.She had refused to leave his side all night, her honey brown hair was pulled back into a loose messy clip, her red jacket draped over the back of a chair. Her glasses rested on her nose as she carefully put a fresh coat of cooling aloe cream to the edges of his bandage with gentle slow strokes."You are pressing t