Novels by DESTINY O. ROBINSON

The man leaned in, as if he could read every thought racing through my mind. He reached out with one hand and gently pushed a strand of hair away from my eyes."Let's show them just how long love survives," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos around us.I nodded, hot tears stinging my eyes. The cold fear that had taken root in my chest only moments ago twisted into a raw mix of anger and absolute resolve. There was no hesitation left between us. With a shared breath, we charged headfirst toward the line of enemies.We fought for what felt like hours. Muscle, blood, and willpower kept us moving long after our bodies should have quit. Every swing of a weapon, every step forward took a brutal toll, until our bones ached with deep exhaustion. But even as fatigue threatened to drag us down, neither of us was willing to surrender. We refused to be taken alive.Then I looked across the fray. I watched in utter horror as a sword drove clean through my companion’s chest, piercing his h

Bella’s POVMy lungs burned with every breath I dragged in, but the pain in my chest was nothing next to the sea of enemies all around us. We were trapped. No plan left to try, nowhere to fall back to, and no miracle coming. Every way I looked showed the same hard truth: swords up, eyes cold with bloodlust, and a circle closing so tight that breathing felt like something we could barely keep. We were badly outnumbered, stuck in the middle of a slaughter where the end had been set before the first blade moved.I was terrified. A deep, cold fear sat inside my ribs and made my hands shake as I tried to hold my ground. But right under that fear, hot and thick, was a fierce anger. It roared through my blood and made my head spin. I didn’t fully know where it came from—whether it was how unfair this felt, the betrayal that put us here, or just the pure refusal to give in to these monsters—but it took me over. It pushed the panic down and turned the fear into something raw and ready to fight

The order hung in the air, heavy and confusing. The healers looked at one another in total shock, their eyes darting between the unknown girl on the bed and their fierce king. To bring an outsider, a strange creature with an unidentified scent, straight into the heart of the coven’s most secure place was completely unheard of. It broke every rule, every tradition, and every security measure the vampires had kept for hundreds of years. Under normal circumstances an unknown presence brought into the coven would be questioned, restrained, or killed. Treating her like a high-priority patient was completely absurd. The words sounded absurd even to Lucien himself as they left his mouth. He knew how insane he sounded. He knew the questions that must be running through his healers’ heads. But as he stood at the foot of the bed, his dark gaze sweeping over the room, no one dared to argue. The authority of the vampire lord was absolute, and the cold, dangerous edge in his eyes

Third Person's POV The vampires and the wolves had been well known enemies right from the very beginning. Each side wanted the other wiped out completely. It was an old, bitter hatred that ran through generations, sunk into the blood of every vampire and burned into the instincts of every wolf. There were no truces, no deals, and no mercy. If a vampire met a wolf or anyone connected to them, death was the only outcome. That was the basic rule of their world, a truth that had ruled them for centuries. But when Lord Lucien, the vampire king, found an unidentified girl lying still and breathless out in the wild woods, that old rule seemed to lose all meaning in a single second. He had been moving through the trees when he saw her body resting on the forest floor. Normal rules, his own hard instincts, and centuries of training said he should have killed her right there without thinking twice. Any stranger in these woods was a threat, somethi

I tried to reach inside myself. I tried to find some hidden spark of power, some rush of adrenaline or wild instinct that would break my bones and turn me into something strong enough to fight. I begged my body to change. I begged whatever was inside me to wake up. The moment I thought that, as if she could actually hear the desperate thoughts racing through my head, Olivia did something amazing. She was locked in a hard fight with one of the ugly wolves, its jaws snapping inches from her throat. With a sudden burst of strength she twisted, caught the beast under its shoulders, and threw the heavy wolf clean off her. The creature flew through the air and crashed hard against the ground several feet away. In that tiny second of freedom, before another attacker could close in, Olivia turned her big wolf head straight toward me. Her yellow eyes locked onto mine, burning with a force that cut right through my panic. Bella, run!

The fight felt like it had gone on forever and only a few minutes at the same time. Time stretched out, dragging every second long and hard, then snapped back into a blur of violence my mind couldn’t keep up with. Everything moved too fast, but every hard hit stayed stuck in my memory, refusing to leave. I hadn’t made a single sound. Not because I didn’t want to scream or call out or cry for help, but because my throat was locked shut by a panic so thick it choked me. My voice wouldn’t work. I couldn’t open my mouth. I couldn’t even take a full breath. It felt like my feet were stuck to the ground, like roots had grown out of my shoes and held me there. I was frozen inside my own body while the world fell apart around me. The only sign I was still alive was the hot trail of tears running down my face, burning my cheeks as they kept falling one after another. Through the blur of tears I watched them. I watched Ethan and Olivia, or what used to be Ethan a