Novels by SINFUL INK

DAPHNEThe Alpha bond between Malakai and me was pulling tight across the long distance. I could feel his heart pounding inside my own chest. I could feel his deep, dangerous rage burning like a wild forest fire. He was back at the keep, gathering his army, getting ready to march on the Imperial Capital.Stay safe, Malakai, I thought, sending the soft prayer across our link. Wait for me.Suddenly, the heavy iron door at the end of the hallway unlocked Slow, heavy footsteps echoed down the stone corridor. The air in the hallway grew cold, smelling like rain, dark magic, and expensive wine.A tall figure stepped out of the shadows and stopped right in front of my cell bars.It was not the pale Enforcer with the yellow eyes. It was a younger male, tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a long dark coat lined with silver fur. He took off his black leather gloves, revealing pale hands and long, dark hair that fell past his shoulders. His eyes were not yellow or red—they were a strange, glowing

MALAKAI“Daphne of the South!" his magic-boosted voice boomed through the open air. "You can hide behind your savage Alpha for ten more minutes! But every minute you delay, I will execute five of your northern pack guards in this yard!"My blood ran cold.I looked down over the balcony edge. Two white-armored guards grabbed Vance by his arms, forcing him down onto his knees in the wet gravel. The Enforcer placed the tip of his glowing spear right against Vance's throat.Vance spat blood onto the wet dirt and looked straight up at our balcony."Don't do it, Alpha!" Vance roared at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing across the courtyard. "Don't give her up! Fight them!"The pale Enforcer smiled his thin, evil smile. He pressed the silver spear a little deeper into Vance's skin. A drop of red blood trickled down Vance's neck."The clock is ticking, Moon-Witch," the Enforcer called up. "Come down in chains, or your pack bleeds out on your own stone."Daphne stepped up right beside me

MALAKAIThe sky broke open with blue magic.The three giant war ships overhead fired their heavy energy cannons all at once. Bright beams of blue light smashed into the high stone walls of the keep. Rocks exploded into dust. Huge chunks of black stone rained down into the courtyard.The ground shook so hard that I almost lost my footing on the balcony."Get inside!" I roared, grabbing Daphne around her waist and throwing her back into the stone study just as a blast of magic shattered the glass balcony doors behind us.Sharp glass rained over the floorboards. I turned around and slammed the thick oak doors shut, barring them with a heavy iron beam."Malakai, the guards outside!" Daphne yelled. She was on her feet instantly, her dark eyes flashing red, her twin pistols drawn and ready."They know how to fight," I growled, drawing my broad iron blade. "Right now, my only job is keeping you breathing."Down in the yard, the fight was already vicious. Vance and fifty of our best northern

DAPHNEThe morning sun was just starting to rise over the mountain trees,Down in the main courtyard, the northern pack guards were already hard at work clearing the debris from last night’s confrontation. They were stacking up the surrendered weapons, opening the frozen storehouses, and handing out hot soup and warm bread to the hungry southern families who had gathered at the gates. Vance was leading a small squad of heavy pack guards near the eastern archway, repairing the main power lines that had been cut during the assault. Everything felt calm, quiet, and settled. We had won the war. Tristan was locked in iron chains, Isolde was stripped of her rank, and the South was finally ours.I stood on the high stone balcony on the top floor of the main house, breathing in the crisp morning air. The wind carried the scent of pine needles and damp earth.Malakai walked out from the study behind me, his heavy combat boots making low, solid sounds against the stone floor. He had taken off h

DAPHNEThe entire courtyard of the southern keep was filled with lights. Big northern trucks stood parked around the gravel square, their headlights beaming bright white rays into the dark. Hundreds of southern pack members gathered near the stone walls and under the high arches. They stood shoulder to shoulder, silent and waiting. They were tired, cold, and hungry from years of bad rule. They wanted to see what would happen to their land tonight.In the center of the wet gravel sat Tristan.His body was broken and bloody. Heavy iron chains were wrapped around his arms, his legs, and his waist. The black iron links clanked loud every time he moved an inch. His right knee was snapped backward, resting useless in the dark mud. His left elbow was broken, his arm hanging limp at his side. A thick iron collar was locked tight around his neck, connected to a long chain that Vance held in his broad, scarred hand.Tristan’s expensive black suit was torn and covered in gray dirt. His golden h

MALAKAIThe rain had stopped, but the cold night air was still wet and heavy. Bright white floodlights from our northern trucks lit up the entire courtyard of the southern keep.Hundreds of southern pack members stood around the gravel yard. They were silent, watching every breath I took. They were cold, tired, and hungry. They wanted to see what would happen to the male who had ruined their pack.In the middle of the wet dirt, Tristan sat on his knees. His hands were tied behind his back with thick plastic straps. His expensive black suit was covered in mud. His golden hair hung in wet strips over his face.I walked out of the main house with slow, heavy steps. Daphne walked right beside me in her black combat clothes, her twin pistols tucked into her thigh holsters. Her long dark hair blew across her face in the wind.Every male in the yard looked at us. They saw their new Queen walking next to the northern Alpha.I stopped ten feet from Tristan. My chest was filled with a hot, burn