Novels by Malgorzata Uchto

*Mackenzie*Fireball leaped over the log and, with a wild roar, sank her teeth into the native's shoulder, causing him to drop his ax to the ground with a groan. I stepped back, stretching my hands and summoning my flames. The natives also retreated when they saw my powers and the burning lynx, which did not hesitate to tear them to shreds."Holy shit, Starfish. You run from me again, and you won't be able to sit down for a week. Do you understand?" Conrad ran out of breath, tearing up the vines blocking his path."And you, young lady, can forget about scratching behind your ears for a month." He threatened Fireball, who reluctantly released the native and, offended, turned away from Conrad."Don't give me that shit. I'm not joking, little one." Conrad repeated, but Fireball stood unfazed."Honey, maybe it's better to focus on these people than on our punishment, ok? After all, they tried to cut me up with those axes." I pointed at the retreating people, not extinguishing my flames.Co

*Garrett*I wandered the halls, assessing what else was needed before handing the pack to the new Alpha. No one asked me to do this, but I needed to ensure everything was fixed.Caris felt obliged to meet my father and the people I grew up with, so she spent the entire day meeting them. I hope that her temperament and love of alcohol will not be perceived negatively. I love her to death, but even I got fed up with her sometimes. Ansel roared in agreement with me. Tanga could also give him a hard time from time to time.'It's just a pity you can't admit it in front of her, you coward.' I commented, knowing how meek he could be, nodding to Tanga.'It's called pampering your lady.' Ansel took offense, exhaling air through his nostrils.'Yeah, whatever makes you sleep at night, man.' I scoffed, returning to assessing our losses. "Pussy." I muttered under my breath, laughing.Ansel got angry and started growling at me, but I quickly blocked our communication, enjoying the undisturbed silen

*Conrad*I sat on the bed, staring at my bare feet. There was still dark outside; the moon gently peeked into our window, illuminating my face as I slept and waking me up at night. I sighed quietly and turned to look at my peacefully sleeping Starfish, sprawled out on the bed, taking up more than half of the mattress. I laughed under my breath. Her nickname fits her perfectly.I got up from the bed and walked around to cover Mackenzie, who had kicked the blankets out and was snoring adorably. I picked the blanket from the floor and covered her body, watching her sleep soundly, undisturbed by decisions that may affect our future.I brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her head before taking in the delicious scent of blueberry cheesecake she smelt of before I got dressed and quietly left the room for some fresh air.I was putting on a T-shirt when a woman in a messy bun, a loose T-shirt, and jeans came out from the opposite room, yawning. She stopped dead when she saw me, wonderi

*Mackenzie*I stared at Claire with a tornado of thoughts in my head. I was extremely grateful that Garrett was still holding me in his arms cause I didn‘t trust my feet. My knees almost buckled when Claire dropped that bomb suddenly."Fifty years," I mumbled, turning my gaze to Agatha.Agatha Allard. Roy's mother, my grandmother, has been dead for over fifty years.I slowly got out of Garrett's arms and cautiously approached the chest. I knelt next to her and placed my hand on the lid. I felt a strange power of attraction, as if there was something inside that belonged to me."Now, it doesn't matter whether she died half a century ago or half an hour ago. She didn't reveal anything important. Nothing except her last request to destroy that chest." I said, revealing Agatha's last words."If no one wants to take this box outside, we'll have to do it here," I announced as I slowly detached my grandmother's bony hands from the chest.Everyone gathered stared at me, wondering if they shou

*Claire*I didn't know how to feel. After over thirty years, I returned home. And even though it was no longer my home, the sentiment remained. And my heart beat faster every time I walked along a familiar path or passed a place where Levi and I spent our most precious time.Dara was in a dilemma. Although, like me, she was pleased to be back at Green Forest Pack, her heart could not forgive what happened to us here. Here in our home, everything we loved was taken away from us.'You act as if we were going to come back here. But I didn't say anything like that. Not even a thought.' I laughed when she growled at me again when I got too close to the tree swing near the school.'You don't have to say anything; I feel and hear everything. After all, I'm your smarter half.' She countered, reminding me of her importance.'Thanks for reminding me that I'm the stupidest one here. You can always count on smarty-pants.' I rolled my eyes as I left the swing and headed towards the pack house.'Yo

*Mackenzie*The day was ending, and nothing we had set out to do was ready. The wounded were still being treated. The missing people are still searched, and the dead, although there were not many of them, were waiting for their turn. We only managed to organize accommodation for over five hundred people in a banquet hall that had not been used for centuries.People asked about everything. Why did this have to happen to them? Why do they have to suffer for the sins of others, and why can't they return to their homes? I didn't know what to answer them; no one did, especially Claire, who was constantly surrounded by a group of people excited about the return of their real Luna.Even though she had a tired look, she didn't refuse anyone, even those who interrupted her meal. She always greeted everyone with a smile, kindness, and openness. And I will have to learn this from her because I avoided people like the plague.When we left the pack house and Maddox set me on my feet, Conrad relaxe

*Poppy*One year later.The air in the hall felt electric, thick with anticipation and hope as I stood before the gathering of the newly formed The Green Ash Pack. The weight of every eye upon me propelled my heart into a wild rhythm, a cacophony of emotions swirling inside me. This day was not merely for celebration; it was a testament to the battle I had fought, not just for myself, but for every woman who had been silenced, for every child who deserved a future unburdened with the shadows of their lineage.As I stepped up to the podium, a hush fell over the crowd, the air laden with the promise of transformation. I glanced around the room, taking in the faces of the many who had come to support this rebirth. My journey was reflected in their eyes – pain, resilience, and hope."Today marks a new begin

*Logan*After the heartwarming conversations, in which my mother couldn't get enough of planning a picnic with little Gemma in the palace grounds. My father coordinated their travel plans with Lex. With my mother's and my father's temporary reinstatement to the kingdom, I felt I had to visit another brother. I hadn't spoken to him for several days, and I was worried that after losing Azize, Andrew might have lost himself in his grief and anger.As I made my way to Andrew's quarters, the atmosphere in the mansion felt charged, almost electric. Whispers of sycophants and advisers floated through the halls, but they melted away as I neared Andrew's office. I could hear voices inside, gravelly and sharp, and a flicker of unease rippled through me; it was a deliberate tone—the kind that prefaced important discussions.I knocked and entered with

*Logan*The sun hung low over the Piemontesi Valley, casting a warm golden hue across the landscape. Still, the beauty outside the hospital felt distant and muted compared to the storm brewing inside me. Days had passed since we moved to the town across the Royal Lake, bordering Andrew's Valley. The moment with Lex still in a coma felt like a countdown to the unknown, making our joy-filled days not fully complete. My heart was heavy with doubt and regret, but hope flickered at the edges, urging me to keep moving forward.As I stepped into Lex's hospital room, the sterile smell of antiseptic hit me, mingling with the quiet beeping of the machines that had become painfully familiar. Lex lay nestled among white sheets, his expression pale and fragile. Anastasia was by his side, a. picture of strength and love as she clasped his hand, her fingers wrapped tight, unwilling to let go even

*Poppy*The air cracked with intensity that felt like electricity coursing through my veins. Logan caressed my cheeks, the roughness of his fingers grounding me against the chaos we faced. Our lips hovered just inches apart, the tension building, creating the intoxicating pull. My body leaned forward toward his, craving his touch, his essence. The world outside faded, and there was nothing but us. Then, as if the dam had broken, our lips collided—fervent, urgent, a simmering heat exploding into a blaze.Every kiss depended, blending our breaths, our hearts syncing a rhythm only we could hear. I wrapped my arms around him, fingers threading through his hair as he pulled me closer. It was as if our souls merged, two halves becoming one, an unbreakable bond forged in the fire of passion.Our naked bodies pressed together, skin against skin, i

*Poppy*A few days had slipped by, and it felt like a lifetime wrapped in the warmth of our new home. The blue house, with its cheerful facade and sunlit rooms, had become more than just a structure; it was a sanctuary for us. As I sorted through the boxes with our belongings, my heart swelled with a sense of belonging. This was our place on Earth.Gemma was absolutely thriving. She adored her new friends and was beaming with joy as she recounted her adventures at kindergarten. Hearing her little voice call Logan "Daddy" sent a wave of emotion washing over me. It was a beautiful reminder of how far we'd come and the family we were building together. It filled me with hope, and yet, it also ignited a flicker of vulnerability deep within.Logan and I shared stolen moments filled with a longing that grew stronger with each passing day. The sexual t

*Poppy*The morning sun peeked through the trees, casting a golden hue on the charming town at the northeast border of the Palaceþ. Logan had promised me a day to remember, and as we strolled through the bustling streets, I felt an undeniable thrill in the air. This place was alive - vibrant colors adorned every shop and window, laughter floated through the air like music, and the scent of freshly baked bread teased my senses."Look, Mommy!" Gemma squealed, tagging on my hand, her eyes wide with excitement as she spotted the colorful market stall. We approached, and the vendor flashed us a broad smile, offering us a sample of sweet pastries. Every bite brought joy, and Gemma giggled around me like a soft embrace."Can we g

"Winter," she said softly, "it wasn't your fault." Her words were gentle yet firm, as if she were anchoring me from the storm raging inside. "Death is merely another chapter in our lives, one that Declan desperately wanted but was afraid to start himself."Confusion twisted in my gut. "You mean… he wanted to die?" I breathed, struggling with a reality I was afraid to face. The thought that Declan had carried a burden so heavy that shadows had shackled him hadn't fully hit me, and it made my heart ache in ways I couldn't understand. Scarlett took a step back, her gaze steady and searching. "He struggled, dear. He faced dark thoughts and lived a life bereft of love. Sometimes, the gods challenge us by giving us mates with hearts so dark that even the brightest light can't seem to reach them."Her words weighed heavily, like stones dropped into the river, disrupting the surface but also rippling through the depths. I stared at her, lost in a whirlwind of emotions. "But... what do I do? I

*Winter*I sat on the cliff overlooking the river, watching the gentle currents weave an elegant dance around the jagged rocks and patches of ice below. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting elongated shadows that felt like a reflection of the turmoil in my heart—a week had passed since we returned from the Whispering Reef—a week filled with memories and guilt that clung to me like an oppressive mist. I could still hear the waves crashing against the doomed vessel, the haunting cries echoing through the darkness. Declan's death had been an accident, or so everyone tried to convince me. But deep down, I felt a gnawing certainty: his death was tied to me, bound by a surge of magic I couldn't control.Drawing in a shuddering breath, I pulled my knees up to my chest and watched the river flow, its surface only disturbed by the occasional ripple. "This isn't how it should be," I whispered to the wind, a silent plea more than a statement. I had been trusted with a gift—a power meant to p

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Winter kneeling beside Declan, her hands pressed against the wet, rocky floor. Rage radiated from her—her power pushing into the bubble with such force it blurred her vision's edges. Her eyes shimmered with a bright mix of green and amber, a storm of emotion swirling inside them. "Winter!" I yelled, urgency gripping my throat as the veil of despair threatened to consume me as well.Her pained scream pierced through the chaos, a sound that shook the cave and made the bubble ripple violently. I watched as Jayla and Elder Kirth splashed against the cavern walls, their energies absorbed into the darkness that seemed to twist and turn around them, draining their life forces like a specter feeding on what they once were.The cave shook as Winter's furious voice echoed off the stone walls, her anger blending with the power she summoned. The air grew thick, lightning crackled, and swirling emotions filled the space. At that moment, the bubble burst beneath th

"I... I'm fine," I stammered, gasping for breath, but my gaze was fixed on Declan, who lay sprawled on the ground. A thin line of blood trickled from beneath him, pooling on the rocks like a silent scream."No! Declan!" I yelled, rushing toward him with Winter by my side. Panic gripped my stomach as I knelt beside my brother. He looked so still, so broken. I shook him gently, desperately trying to make him wake. "Declan! Stay with me!" But before I could understand what was happening, Winter was crying, her fingers trembling as she applied pressure to a wound I hadn't noticed before. "It's my fault," she sobbed, tears mixing with the seawater that soaked her. "I didn't protect him; I didn't save him!""Don't say that!" I urged, struggling to hold back the rising tide of despair. "Declan, please! Just open your eyes!" He groaned softly, his eyelids fluttering open briefly. His gaze met mine, filled with pain and something deeply meaningful. "I'm sorry for everything, Aaron," he whis

I moved closer, my heart hurting for him, the chaos bouncing between us like a tight string. "This isn't you! You're stronger than this! Step back; we'll find a way out!" But the manic look in his eyes told me he was already gone, lost in a spectral memory that taunted him. As he turned, grief erupted into rage. "It's your fault!" He lunged at me, and that was it—the fight took over, raw, unfiltered emotion fighting against reason. We staggered back, falling into the pit, crashing onto the rocks where the waves snarled malevolently below.We slammed down hard, pain shooting through my body, but it barely registered; all I could sense was the frantic energy coming off Declan. With bear-like strength, he fought back, channeling his uncontained fury into each blow he aimed at me. "Declan!" I grunted, dodging and weaving, doing everything I could not to hurt him. "This isn't who you are!"With each clash of our bodies, the aftermath of loss spread like poison, filling the air thick with

*Aaron*The night demands blood. The cave's darkness felt alive, every breath heavy with a suffocating weight, as if the very air was plotting to keep us trapped in its sinister grip. Adrenaline surged through my veins, though part of me wanted to vomit everything I was holding inside—and that's saying something, given the company we kept. Each step deeper into the depths echoed with uncertainty, and I couldn't shake the feeling that the shadows weren't just a backdrop; they were watching, waiting.I glanced at Declan—indeed, not a comforting sight. His back was tight, shoulders clenched like stone. Had he purposely led us into this chaos? It felt more than just a confused guide—my instincts were blaring like a siren. There was something deeper going on, some twisted motive hidden beneath his frustration and grief."Shouldn't we go back?" I muttered through clenched teeth, gripping the torch tighter, the flickering flame casting a warm glow against the creeping chill."Back? And how e