Novels by D.Twister

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

Then Dr. Hendricks's voice cut through my haze of lust."Alpha? You called for me?"I jerked my hand away from the door like I'd been burned, stepping back as the doctor approached. Had I called him? I didn't remember."It's Fiona. Her heat started early.""Ah." He nodded thoughtfully. "That explains the... atmosphere in the house. Stress can definitely trigger premature cycles.""Can you help her? Make it easier somehow?""There are suppressants, but..." He hesitated."But what?""Given her condition, I'd recommend against them."I went very still. "What condition?"Dr. Hendricks's face went pale. "I... I assumed you knew.""Knew what?"A long, terrible silence."Doctor," I said quietly, "tell me what condition you're referring to.""She's pregnant, Alpha. About six weeks along."The words hit me like a physical blow. Pregnant. Fiona was pregnant.With Damon's child.Everything suddenly made horrible sense. Her sickness, her fear, the way she'd looked at me like she was hiding someth

FIONA'S POVIt started as I was walking back to my room after the confrontation with Damon. A strange warmth low in my belly, spreading outward like liquid fire.No. Not now.I pressed my hand to my stomach, panic rising in my throat. My heat wasn't due for another three weeks. But stress could trigger it early…..Dr. Hendricks had warned me about that during his check ups.And God knows I'd been under enough stress lately.The warmth intensified, sending little shocks of electricity through my nervous system. My skin became hypersensitive, my wolf stirring restlessly beneath the surface.Not here, I thought desperately. Not in Magnus's house.But my body didn't care about inconvenient timing. The heat was coming whether I wanted it or not, and I had maybe an hour before it became obvious to every wolf in the mansion.I practically ran the rest of the way to my room, slamming the door behind me. My guards were stationed outside, but even they would smell the change soon enough.The p

FIONA'S POVI barely slept that night. Every creak of the mansion, every whisper of wind against the windows made me jump. Celeste's words kept echoing in my head; I can smell the lie you're carrying inside you.When dawn finally broke, I dragged myself to the window, desperate for fresh air and sunlight. Anything to chase away the nightmares.That's when I saw it.A dead raven sat on my windowsill, its black feathers matted with dried blood. Its neck was twisted at an unnatural angle, and its glassy eyes stared right at me.I stumbled backward, my heart hammering. This wasn't random. Someone had put it there. Someone wanted me to find it.The message was clear: You're next.My hands shook as I backed away from the window. I needed to tell Magnus. He'd know what to do, how to handle this. But as I reached for the door, doubt crept in.What if telling him made things worse? What if this was exactly what the council wanted—to force Magnus into a corner where he'd have to choose bet

FIONA'S POVMagnus didn't leave my side for hours after I woke up. He sat in the leather chair beside his bed, watching me with those dark eyes that seemed to see straight through my soul."You need to eat," he said, nodding toward the tray Mrs. Chen had brought up. Soup, bread, tea…simple food that my churning stomach might actually keep down.I picked at the bread, hyper-aware of his presence. Every movement he made, every breath, every slight shift in his posture. The pregnancy hormones were making everything more intense—his scent, the pull I felt toward him, the guilt eating me alive."Magnus," I started, then stopped. The words stuck in my throat like glass. How could I tell him I was carrying his son's child? How could I explain that I needed to leave before this destroyed us both?"What is it?""I should go. Back to my room, I mean. People will talk."His jaw tightened. "Let them.""You don't understand. Your position—""My position is strong enough to protect what's mine."

FIONA POVI woke up feeling like fire was burning through my veins. My skin was hot to the touch, and my head pounded with every heartbeat.Was it from the cold night air yesterday, or was my body finally breaking down from the emotional trauma?The silk sheets were damp with sweat. I'd never slept in anything so luxurious, but even paradise couldn't cure a broken heart.Voices drifted up from downstairs—angry, heated voices. I wrapped the silk robe tighter around myself and padded barefoot toward the sound.I was halfway down the marble staircase when a familiar figure appeared in the foyer below.Damon.Our eyes locked, and his face twisted with fury."You!" he growled, taking the stairs two at a time. "You have some fucking nerve being here!"I stumbled backward, my fever making me dizzy. "Damon, I—""Did you sleep here?" His eyes raked over my nightgown with disgust. "In my father's house? Jesus Christ, Fiona, how desperate are you?"He grabbed my arm roughly, his fingers digging

DAMON POVNEXT MORNING "I'm telling you, Celeste has the best tits in the pack," Jake laughed, taking another swig of whiskey. "But Fiona? That omega had moves that would make a grown man weep."I leaned back in my chair, enjoying the envy in my friends' eyes. "You have no idea," I smirked. "Three months of the tightest—""Enough."The voice cut through our laughter. We all turned to see my father standing in the doorway of the private lounge.How long had he been there? How much had he heard?"Alpha!" Jake jumped to his feet, nearly spilling his drink. "We didn't know you were back from the capital—""Out." My father's voice was deadly quiet. "All of you. Now."My friends scrambled for the exit like scared puppies. Jake shot me a look of pure terror before disappearing through the door.The silence that followed was suffocating."Father," I stammered, trying to salvage the situation. "I didn't know you'd returned. Should I have been notified of your—""Sit down."I obeyed immediatel