Novels by D.Twister

I placed my hand over his heart, and the Shadow Queen's power dove into his consciousness like a scalpel. Every lie he'd told himself, every justification for cruelty, every moment of genuine feeling he'd buried under arrogance and political ambition, I dragged it all to the surface.Damon's scream was purely mental, but everyone in the circle felt it through the magical connection."There," I said softly, pulling my hand away. "Now you get to live with the truth about yourself. Every person you've hurt, every life you've destroyed, every moment of genuine connection you threw away for power or pride. You'll remember all of it, feel all of it, for the rest of your very long life."I released him, and Damon collapsed, sobbing."That's worse than death," Celeste breathed."He doesn't deserve the mercy of death."The ritual circle was destabilizing, cracks appearing in the silver light. We'd lost too much time, broken too many positioning requirements."We have to finish this now!" Mrs

"Don't touch him."Magnus's voice cut through the clearing before my father could take another step toward me. His Alpha presence flooded the space, making several Magisters stumble backward."This is between family," Marcus said, but his hand trembled slightly. Fear or anticipation, I couldn't tell."She's my mate now. That makes it my business." Magnus moved to stand beside me, and through our bond I felt his assessment of the situation. We were surrounded, outnumbered, and about to attempt a ritual that had never been successfully completed in recorded supernatural history.Perfect odds for a desperate plan."The dissolution ritual requires specific components," Dr. Hendricks said, pulling out his medical bag with shaking hands. "Silver binding circles, blood offerings, and someone capable of anchoring the Shadow Queen's consciousness while her father takes the power transfer.""I can anchor her," Magnus said immediately."No." Celeste stepped forward, her perfect features set wit

MAGNUS'S POV"The royal mate bond isn't slavery."I forced the words out, watching Fiona clutch that damned dissolution book like a lifeline. "It's protection. From yourself as much as from external threats.""Protection I never asked for.""Your father asked for it. Twenty years ago, when he made me swear to keep you safe." I stepped closer, and she didn't retreat. Small mercy. "He knew what you'd become. Knew the power would try to consume you without an anchor.""So you're my anchor? How convenient that the anchor gets to control the ship."Through our bond, her emotions were razor-sharp: betrayal, fury, and underneath it all, the devastating hurt of someone who'd dared to trust again."Royal bonds work differently because royal power works differently," I continued. "Without the bond's stabilizing influence, your awakening would have killed everyone in a fifty-mile radius three days ago.""Dr. Hendricks said—""Dr. Hendricks doesn't know everything about royal bloodlines. The Mi

FIONA'S POV"Damon's not the real executioner."Celeste's words stopped my heart. I stared at her in the moonlight, searching her perfect face for lies."What do you mean?""The Midnight Court gave him fake credentials. Pretty robes, sharp teeth, impressive title." She laughed, but it sounded bitter. "He thinks he's their chosen champion, but he's just the distraction.""Distraction from what?""From me."The cold night air suddenly felt suffocating. "You're the real executioner.""I'm the real everything. Royal bloodline, court training, supernatural enhancement." Celeste's blue eyes glittered with predatory satisfaction. "I've been playing the perfect pack princess while training to kill you for the past three years."Three years. While I'd been working as an omega servant, falling for Damon, believing I was nobody special, Celeste had been preparing to murder me."Why tell me this?""Because plans change. And I've decided I don't want to kill you anymore.""How generous.""Not gene

FIONA'S POV"Magnus lied to you."The Council of Fates woman's words hit me like ice water. I spun around to face him, searching his eyes for denial, for confusion, for anything that would prove she was wrong.Instead, I saw guilt."What did you lie about?" My voice came out smaller than I intended.Magnus's jaw clenched. He looked at the Council members like he wanted to rip their throats out, but when he turned back to me, there was resignation in his dark eyes."The mate bond. It's not permanent."The kitchen floor seemed to tilt under my feet. "What?""Emergency matings can be dissolved within seventy-two hours if both parties consent." His voice was steady, but I could feel his anguish through our connection. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to think it was temporary.""But it is temporary.""Only if we both want it to be."The betrayal cut deeper than Damon's rejection, deeper than my stepmother's abandonment. Magnus had let me believe our bond was unbreakable while

MAGNUS'S POVI stood in the wreckage of my study for a long time after Fiona left, staring at the scorch marks on the walls and trying to make sense of what my life had become.Twenty years of careful leadership. Twenty years of putting pack needs above personal desires. And now I was mated to a woman who might be the most dangerous supernatural being in North America.Or the most innocent."Alpha?" Dr. Hendricks cleared his throat gently. "We need to discuss your options.""My options." I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You mean my choice between believing my son is right about Fiona being a manipulative sorceress, or believing that I've mated with a prophesied destroyer of supernatural kingdoms.""There is a third option.""Which is?""That she's exactly what she appears to be. A young woman caught up in forces beyond her control, trying to survive the best way she knows how."I wanted to believe that. Christ, I wanted to believe it so badly my chest ached. But twenty years

The old man’s smirk widened at Kael’s accusation. His sharp, calculating eyes gleamed in the dim firelight, reflecting the carnage around them. His hands, still clasped behind his back, twitched slightly—just enough for Kael to notice. Tesla’s trembling grew more violent. “You…” Kael’s voice was low, almost a whisper, but filled with restrained fury. “You did this to her.” The old man inclined his head, as if entertained by Kael’s discovery. “Indeed.” Kael clenched his fists. His body ached from the battle, but rage burned through him stronger than pain. “You turned her into… *this*.” A slow, amused chuckle rumbled from the old man’s throat. “Turned her?” He shook his head. “No, no, boy. I simply *unleashed* what was already there.” Tesla snarled, her body still locked in place, trembling, fighting something unseen. Her silver eyes flickered between recognition and complete void—between her and the monster clawing for control inside her. Henry gritted his teeth. “We’re s

The battlefield was still. Only the crackling of burning trees and the heavy breaths of wounded wolves filled the night. Scar, now in his monstrous wolf form, towered over Tesla, his golden eyes gleaming with malice. He took slow, deliberate steps toward her, his massive paws sinking into the bloodstained ground. Kael and Henry stood at a distance, watching tensely, their bodies aching from battle. “This isn’t good,” Kael muttered. Henry growled lowly. “She’s strong… but Scar is something else.” Tesla’s white wolf didn’t move. Her silver eyes burned with something primal, something ancient. She stood firm, shoulders squared, her fur bristling as the wind swept through the clearing. Scar bared his fangs. “You think because you unlocked some hidden power, you can stand against me?” His voice was deep, laced with arrogance. “I am your end, little wolf.” Tesla didn’t respond. She lunged. The force of her attack sent shockwaves through the ground. She was fast—unnaturally

The air grew tense. The moment Henry and Kael heard the snapping of branches behind them, they knew—Scar had caught up. A low, guttural growl rumbled through the darkness. Kael barely had time to shift before something massive slammed into him, knocking him sideways. Henry roared, his body already shifting mid-motion. Bones snapped, muscles expanded, fur sprouted along his skin. By the time he landed on all fours, his white fur gleamed under the moonlight. Scar’s men came like a storm, their snarls ripping through the night. Shadows moved fast, fangs flashing, claws striking. Kael barely had time to dodge the first attack before another wolf lunged. He twisted, kicking off a tree trunk, launching himself into his enemy with deadly force. His jaw clamped down on the wolf’s shoulder, his claws raking down its side. A yelp. A thud. But there was no time to breathe. Another came at him—then another. Henry was already deep in battle, his powerful form tearing through en

The night stretched long and cold, the air thick with the scent of blood and damp earth. The battle had ended, but the war was far from over. Scar emerged from the shadows, his towering frame moving with deadly grace. His fur, a deep shade of charcoal, gleamed under the moonlight. Scars littered his body, marks of past battles, proof of his dominance. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable as he stopped in front of the crumpled figure on the ground. Aldric. He was barely conscious, his breaths ragged, his body sprawled in the dirt, the wooden shard still embedded in his ribs. Blood pooled beneath him, dark and thick. He had lost. Scar tilted his head, a slow, measured movement. Then, without a word, he crouched down, gripping Aldric’s throat with one clawed hand. “Where are the others?” His voice was low, dangerous. Aldric’s lips curled into a weak snarl. He was in no condition to fight, no strength left to even lift his head. But he still had his pride. Sca

The wolves lunged. A blur of furs clashed under the moonlight, fangs bared, claws tearing at the earth as they collided with bone-crushing force. A snarl ripped through the air. Henry struck first, fast and brutal, his jaws snapping dangerously close to Aldric’s throat. But Aldric was faster. He twisted at the last second, his massive paws striking Henry’s side, sending him skidding across the dirt. Lina let out a small cry behind me, but I didn’t turn. I couldn’t. My eyes were locked on the battle unfolding before us. Henry recovered in seconds, his white fur now streaked with dirt and blood, but he didn’t hesitate. He launched himself at Aldric again, jaws snapping— Aldric dodged, but Henry was relentless. He struck again. And again. Each attack more brutal than the last, his fangs sinking into Aldric’s shoulder— Aldric snarled in pain, but it didn’t slow him down. If anything, it only made him angrier. With a vicious growl, he twisted, his claws sl

The blade came down. A sharp gasp lodged in my throat, but before I could make a sound, something clamped over my mouth. A hand. Strong. Unrelenting. I thrashed, my fingers clawing at the grip, but Aldric’s hold was ironclad. "Shh," he whispered against my ear, his breath cool, his voice eerily calm. "You don’t want to wake them just yet." The old man lay still. Unmoving. For a moment, my chest seized with fear, but then I saw it—his shallow, uneven breaths. He wasn’t dead. Not yet. Aldric must’ve realized he didn’t finish the job because his grip on me tightened, his frustration seeping through. I bit down. Hard. He let out a sharp curse, his hand jerking away just enough for me to suck in a deep breath— But I didn’t get the chance to scream. Because before I could, he yanked me backward, dragging me toward the barn doors with inhuman strength. I kicked, elbowed, fought— But he was faster. Stronger. I barely registered the doors swinging open b

"No!" My scream tears through the warehouse as I lunge forward, but Alexander's free hand shoots out, stopping me. "Ah ah ah. Stay exactly where you are, or I pull the trigger right now." I freeze, my heart hammering so hard I can barely breathe. My father's eyes are wide with terror above the duct tape, and my mother is sobbing uncontrollably. "Alexander, please. Please don't do this." "Don't do what? Teach you the consequences of betrayal?" His voice is eerily calm, almost conversational. "You see, Sophia, I've spent fifteen years building the perfect life for you. The perfect marriage. And you threw it away for a man who's been lying to you from the start." "What are you talking about?" "Derek." Alexander's smile is venomous. "Did he tell you about our arrangement? How he's been on my payroll for three years? How every piece of 'evidence' he claimed to have on me was information I fed him myself?" My blood turns to ice. "You're lying." "Am I? Think about it, darlin

Torres hesitates, then nods slowly. "The devices you're already wearing. He won't know to look for them if he thinks you came alone.""Then that's what we do.""Sophia, listen to me." Derek turns me to face him, his hands on my shoulders. "Alexander is escalating. He's crossed lines tonight that he can't come back from. If you go to that warehouse—""Then maybe I don't come back. But at least my parents live.""And what about us? What about everything we just—""There is no us if my parents die because of me!" The words explode out of me, sharp with guilt and fear. "Don't you understand? Every good thing I've touched in the last fifteen years has been poisoned by him. My marriage, my family's security, my dreams—all of it built on lies and manipulation. If they die because I finally tried to be free, I'll never forgive myself."Derek's eyes are wet. "I just got you back.""I know." I cup his face, memorizing every detail. "But this is my choice. Mine. Not Alexander's, not yours. For t

The FBI agent's hand on my shoulder feels like the only thing keeping me upright."Mrs. Kane, we need you to come with us. For your protection."Alexander's being led toward the elevator in handcuffs, but his eyes never leave mine. Even surrounded by federal agents, even caught on tape confessing to conspiracy to commit murder, he looks utterly confident.Like this is all part of some larger plan I'm too stupid to understand."Sophia." Derek appears at my side, and I flinch before I can stop myself. His face crumbles. "Hey, it's okay. You're safe now."Am I? Because the way Alexander smiled as they cuffed him didn't look like a man who'd just lost everything."We need to get you both to a secure location," the lead agent—Special Agent Torres, according to his badge—says firmly. "Mr. Kane has extensive resources and connections. Until we're certain—"The lights go out.Complete, absolute darkness swallows the penthouse. Emergency lighting should have kicked in immediately, but there

"What?""For the first time in fifteen years, I remember what it feels like to be alive. That's worth fighting for."His kiss is soft, reverent, terrified. "Come back to me.""I will."The walk to the penthouse feels like walking to my execution. Every step echoes in the empty lobby, each floor the elevator climbs another nail in my coffin.But when the doors open to our apartment, I'm surprised by what I find.Candles. Dozens of them, creating a soft romantic glow throughout the living room. A bottle of expensive wine breathing on the counter. Soft music playing from the hidden speakers.And Alexander, standing by the windows in dark slacks and an open shirt, looking more relaxed than I've seen him in months."Sophia." His smile is warm, genuine, terrifying. "I knew you'd come back.""Alexander, I—""Shh." He crosses to me, taking my coat with practiced ease. "No apologies necessary. I understand. Derek has always been... persuasive. And I've been neglecting you shamefully."The comp

"You want me to wear a wire?"I stare at the tiny device Derek's holding like it might bite me. We're in his car—a sleek black sedan he had parked three blocks from the penthouse—and the dashboard clock reads 11:47 PM.Less than twelve hours until Alexander makes good on his threats."Not just a wire." Derek opens a leather case revealing equipment that looks like it belongs in a spy movie. "Audio, video, GPS tracking. Everything we need to document his confession.""This is insane. He'll never confess to arson on tape.""He will if he thinks he's already won." Derek's fingers are steady as he examines the equipment, but I can see the tension in his jaw. "Alexander's weakness has always been his ego. When he thinks he has total control, he can't resist gloating.""And what makes you think he'll believe he has control?"Derek's eyes meet mine in the dim light. "Because you're going to go back to him."My stomach drops. "What?""You heard me. You call him right now, tell him Derek's gon

I reach for my laptop with shaking hands.Time to discover what Alexander Kane does to people who try to leave him.The laptop screen glows like a portal to hell.My hands hover over the keyboard, trembling so badly I can barely type my email password. Derek stands behind me, his presence both comforting and terrifying—because whatever Alexander sent us, we're about to face it together."Maybe we shouldn't..." Derek starts."No." I force my fingers to work. "Whatever it is, I need to know."The email loads with agonizing slowness. When it finally appears, my blood turns to ice.Subject: Insurance PolicyDearest Sophia and Derek,Since you've chosen to make this personal, allow me to show you just how personal I can make things in return.Attached you'll find some interesting documentation. Photos, financial records, witness statements—a comprehensive collection spanning several years. I do hope you find them... illuminating.Derek, I'm particularly excited for you to see the photos f