Novels by ShadowWrite

Lilith’s POVIn my nightmares... the smoke always found me first.In the dream, I was back on the gravel behind the burning pack house. The air tasted like ash and copper. The warrior pinned me down, his fingers digging into my wrists, his laughter hot against my skin. I thrashed and kicked, but my legs wouldn’t move...they felt like dead weight.“Look at you begging,” he whispered. Then his face changed. It wasn’t the warrior anymore. It was my father.His eyes were pitch black, with thick dark blood streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto my chest. He clamped both hands around my throat and squeezed until the bones in my neck creaked under the pressure.“Why did you survive, Lilith?” His voice boomed from everywhere at once. “You let them butcher us. You let that monster carry you away. You belong in the dirt with the rest of your pack.”“I’m sorry,” I tried to say, but the words came out as a strangled wheeze. “Papa, I’m sorry...I didn't wish for this”“Die like an Alpha’s daug

​Cassian’s POV​The heavy iron door thudded shut behind me, but her whispered words "I’m going to fucking kill him" still echoed in my ears.​I stood in the cold hallway of the underground cell, my jaw locked so tight it fucking ached. My skin was hot, still buzzing from being that close to her. My wolf was practically clawing at my ribs, furious, demanding I turn around, rip that door open, and pin her down until she accepted the bond.​“You look like you’re ready to punch a hole through the foundation of this pack house.”​Brandon was leaning against the stone wall a few feet down, his arms crossed. He’d changed into a gray shirt, looking completely relaxed. He was my Beta and my best friend, meaning he was the only person alive who didn't flinch when I looked his way.​I didn’t answer him. I just stalked past, my boots slamming against the floor.​Brandon fell into step beside me. The easygoing smirk he usually wore slowly vanished as he took in the look on my face. We reached the

Chapter 5Every time I prayed to the moon goddess, she always gave me the direct opposite if what I asked for. Every fucking time."You arrogant tyrant...I don't want you. I'll never accept you." I said again, hoping to get the same reaction, but he seemed to have already known my plan because he chuckled, then walked to close to me and the bed, i could see the pupils of his eyes. He stopped at the edge of the bed, looking down at me like I was a wild creature he was toying with. Like i was a worm and he was simply pouring salt on me and watching me writhe.Like I wasn’t a person... just a puzzle he wanted to take his time unravelling. "Yes, Princess... I am a tyrant, i am pure evil and i am not kind" he replied matter of factly. “I do, however,” he continued, “reward good behavior.”I let out a short, humorless laugh. “And what exactly counts as good behavior? Not trying to escape? Not trying to kill you?”His head tilted slightly.“That would be a good start, Princess.”He had to

Chapter 4She had bright green eyes, the one that would have been pretty to look at if it did not carry so much bile and ugly hatred in them, but then, what the Fuck did I care, she was offering me my freedom just so I would leave her blood thirsty demon Alpha for her... That is a deal I would willingly take."Do you think I want to be here? Do you think they could ever pay me enough to leave my pack and stay in this bloodthirsty place?" The rage I felt was bubbling as I spoke, as my brain filled me up with all the bad memories I had tried to push aside, my father’s dead, and the feeling of his pack link snapping till it fell silent, the blood of my pack members that soaked the ground we used to gather around to play..."Look here, Alpha's daughter, I would rather die than be here, within this walls, constantly reminded of what your Alpha took from me." I said, venom leaking into every word."Great. It is settled then. That means you will be accepting my help. I don't want your crooke

Chapter 3"Papa...papa?" I knew I was dreaming, I knew this had to be my imagination playing a cold joke on me... I knew that because I was seeing my pack. And in my dream, everyone was still happy, still thriving, still hopeful and excited like we had always been... "Papa?" I called out for my father. "Chipmunk, if you keep calling me out like that, you'll wear down my name" my father said as he walked out of the pack house... alive, smiling and waving me over. "Oh please, your name isn't Papa... how would I be wearing it down? It's not even your name" I asked, laughing even though my heart was breaking on the other side. "Oh no, Chipmunk. My name is Papa to you... nothing else. Understand?" He said, flucking my nose and laughing when I slap his hands away. "Dad... Stop...I'm not a kid anymore" I say, still giggling. "You'll always be my kiddo, Chipmunk. Always" I smiled and looked up at his face. One second he was smiling down at me, the next he was bleeding from h

Chapter 2I didn’t know how long I ran, it could could have been minutes or even hours. But I ran so far away with the baby in my arms that the war began to sound far away.I breathed a deep sigh of relief, dragging air into my aching lungs, as i held on to my torn dress and tried to tie both edges together to give it a semblance of decency. My feet were red and bloody, and full of wounds, but at least I was safe and all alone. No one had followed us while I ran. Not even Alpha Cassian. It was just me and the baby. I looked at him, covered in blood that wasn’t his, but at least he was safe . I was safe. Broken, hurt and alone, but safe… Finally…I was about to thank the moon goddess for finally answering my earlier prayers when I heard a twig snap from behind me. It sounded too damn close to be a coincidence. Way too close to me.My pulse stuttered as I held the whimpering baby closer to my chest.Then the scent of another wolf hit me. I did not recognise the scent. It was not a Wol