Novels by Aidan Zednem

The scent of smoke thickened, drifting through the trees like a warning. Lilith’s muscles tensed, her claws still half-extended from training. Her heart thundered—not with fear, but with the instinct to run, fight, kill.Nathan held up a hand, silencing her. His eyes burned crimson in the fading light as he crouched low, nostrils flaring.“Three of them,” he whispered. “Downwind. Moving fast.”Lilith strained her senses. At first, all she caught was the acrid smoke curling in the air. But then… faint footsteps crunching through leaves. The metallic tang of silver. And—her stomach twisted—the sharp, oily scent of wolfsbane.She barely had time to react before they appeared.Three figures emerged from the trees, dressed in dark tactical gear, faces masked by scarves. Their eyes were cold. Professional. And they carried weapons that screamed not your average hunting trip — silver-tipped crossbows, blades etched with symbols, and small canisters that hissed faintly with vaporized wolfsban

Lilith stared at him, stunned.The forest around them had gone eerily quiet, the distant chatter of birds and the hum of insects swallowed by the weight of Nathan’s confession. She could still hear his words echoing in her head — a far… Wendigo… sealed away… banished.For a moment, she forgot to breathe.“So… you’ve been hiding this your whole life,” she finally managed, her voice quieter than she intended. Her mind was racing, connecting dots that had been blurry just hours ago. “You’re… half Wendigo. Like me.” Nathan’s crimson eyes softened, though they still held that predator’s edge. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Though I wasn’t sure about you… Not until I caught your scent the other day. It’s faint, but it’s there.” His gaze roamed over her, sharp but curious. “My blood is changing you, haven’t it?”Lilith’s mouth went dry. Her fingers subconsciously hovered near the back of her neck where the strange markings had bloomed weeks ago — jagged, branching lines like frostbite and scars. She’

Wendigo (creature) Wendigo is a creature that was once human but was transformed into an immortal evil spirit when it took up the practice of cannibalism. Wendigos are cursed to wander the land, eternally seeking to fulfill their voracious appetite for human flesh. Various Native American tribes tell slightly different stories about this creature and refer to it by other names – Wendigo, Witigo, Witiko, and Wee-Tee-Go – but each version roughly translates to mean the evil spirit that devours humanity. Around 1860, a German explorer translated Wendigo as a cannibal. That is one of many tales about wendigos. Some say that the Wendigo is a rare breed of magical creature. They are believed nearly extinct, with the creature's population dropping significantly as more wendigos have been hunted down throughout the centuries. Or went into hiding rumors saying that the window goes breed with humans or other creatures to avoid the thinning of their population entirely dying out. The drop in W

Lilith woke up slowly, languidly, in the early hours of the following day, not knowing what had woken her up, but she found out soon as she realized some astonishing, unexpected, and quite frankly, shocking changes.The first thing her groggy mind, which was still clinging to the last remnants of sleep from a crazy day at school, made her aware of was her changed eyesight. Even as a werewolf, her eyes sight wasn't incredible. Everything was so clear, even in the near darkness of the early morning. She had never seen such startling clarity before; this was like a new experience for Lilith.The tiny dust motes floating in the air, the individual strokes of paint on the bedroom walls, the specks of dirt on the carpet, she could see it all. She noticed colors were more vibrant, and there was so much more to everything: color, shape, pattern. She never knew there were so many shades of white before. Her eyesight was better than any human or werewolf could hope to achieve.After staring for

Gasping for air, Lilith shot out of bed and looked around in a panic and worry. She was calming down when she noticed that she was in her room. Rubbing her head in confusion, she thought, what was that, and why do I feel so light-headed? When she heard her bedroom door Creek opened and stepped in. Cora to see if there was any change in her sister-in-law's come toad state, only for her to be in shock when she found said sister-in-law awake and looking confused."Oh, Cora, you're up early. I have the strangest feeling," Lilith said Midway when Cora quickly ran out of the room slamming the door and calling out for her Mate Damien well, screaming that Lilith was awake. Lilith looked on, Confused, wondering what was going on. The confusion cleared away when her brother came. Storming into the room with the pack doctor quickly pulled her sister into a hug and told Lilith you had me so worried, I thought I lost you." Lilith was confused as she hugged her brother, who looked on the v

Lilith could remember when her life had changed. From being the odd bubbly werewolf to being turned into a hybrid and falling in love with one that saved her life. When she was left rejected, broken-hearted, and dying, that all happened on her eighteen birthday. Talk about one hell of a birthday; Lilith could remember it perfectly. Demien, her older brother, age twenty-five, is the beta and second in command in the blood moon pack, one of the pack's best since their father. Some say that Demien has an eccentric and weird demeanor, but despite that, he is not easily fooled. He is sometimes called abnormal. According to his ex-girl, his mate Angel says he's a "creative, fun spirit." Damien had also changed from the Carefree, fun Spirit to a very cold-hearted sarcastic bastard. There is Cora, age twenty, who is mated to Demien. Cora is an extremely warm individual gifted with the ability to love the people around her passionately. She has always had strong maternal instincts, and Cora i

We made it back to the house just as the faint glow of dawn began creeping over the treetops. I could already feel the first tingles of exhaustion creeping in, but my mind was spinning too fast to care.James practically collapsed onto the couch, arms spread wide like he’d just run a marathon. "Man... remind me to never mess with potions that wear off mid-mission again," he groaned.I didn't answer. I was still thinking about those two — John and Arthur — and what they’d said.Evil like us.Help kill the pack.Me? Team up with rogue werewolves and bloodsucker rejects? I scoffed under my breath and started pacing the living room.James watched me for a second, then propped himself up on his elbows. "Alright, Xavier. Spill it. What's that look for? You’ve got your 'murderous inner monologue' face on."I stopped pacing. "They're planning something big," I said simply. "They’re not just causing trouble for that pack. They're gearing up for a full assault."James tilted his head. "And they

He smiled. "Hey, partner!" Partner! oh no, I thought as I lowered my gun and placed it on a table beside me. "I didn't know you were that good. Man, I didn't even know you were already in the house! I just heard the car!" I frowned at him. "Are you my partner or my fan?" I asked, looking at him confused. He laughed and extended his arm. "James. James Bond. Nah, I was just kidding. It's James (for now) walker. Your new cousin, oh, and I'm nineteen years old." He winked at the last statement. I groaned and rolled my eyes even though I was wearing my contactless I gave him a weird look before I handshake him. Whatever this guy is, he has a horrible sense of humor. "David, eighteen. James huh? He sat again and turned his head to the TV. "So... I heard you're pretending to be blind. That's a pretty smart idea." I nodded as I popped a soda from the fridge and took a sip. "No one will ever suspect me of being such an assassin. So do you pretend to be anything at school or such?" I ask

Since when I first got here, like just yesterday, I didn't get to go to my morning classes, remember? Lucky me, right... I sigh; I should've gone there so I won't have introduced myself anymore. I slammed my locker! I don't care if others look at me as I walk to my first class or what I like to call my first step in hell. But after I killed Randy, I didn't leave any traces of him. Ya, I'm that cold-hearted. I was now standing at the doorframe; luckily, the teacher was still not there. I step inside and look around—Rowan's already here, and Martha; 's just my luck. I looked around and saw some students. I don't care. Please don't see me. Please don't call out my name, and I thought as I heard. "David! Over here!" Martha waves her hand. Crap!! I felt the mere mention of my name. Rowan's head snapped in my direction, and he smiled. I gave a weak smile. God, why me? I walked in her direction but then felt someone grabbing me by my wrist. Wow, the guy was strong. I look to my right to

"Xavier, the black death is here," Dad said in all seriousness. Even if he looks tough, I know he's scared like hell. A few hours ago, when we went to the grocery store. When we found a dead body, we saw the ' symbol ' written on his chest. We immediately call everyone in my pack. And now we're in this pack meeting. "Don't you think it wasn't a coincidence when the number of rogues increased at this time?" Uncle suggested. It was a few seconds of silence until my Dad spoke, "Don't you think about the boy that moved h-" I didn't let him finish as I growled loudly. They seemed surprised as they looked at me, Oh, I forgot to tell them I found my mate. "He's my mate. There's no way he could ever do that or more or less hurt anyone." I growl as my fist curled until my knuckles turned white. How dare they accuse my mate of such a thing? Mom suddenly spoke up, lessening the tension in the air, "You found your mate? Rowan darling, why didn't you tell us? Who is he? What's his name? When

"So...David.... we have History, and it's in the first class. And nothing else, I guess." Rowan says as we walk into the empty hallway after we get our schedule from the principal. Rowan was friendly in helping me find my locker. I would probably try to ignore him if he weren't an Alpha. I know I'm an awful person. Finally, we found my locker. As I was about to open it, the bell interrupted me. Wow, it must be lunchtime already. How long have I been with Rowan? I said to myself. "Hey, you wanna sit with us?" Rowan surprises by saying that. Wow. I know he's very popular. But he wants me to sit with him at lunch. I mean, I do not deny his attractiveness. I know girls dream of him. And what the fuck? Did I think Rowan was cute, but he invited me to lunch with him, and he knows very well I'm blind! And not the type people call famous. Okay, this is suspicious. Even as a hunter, I can't quite put the finger on his acting. Or maybe he is just waiting to say next, 'just kidding! After th

BEEP, BEEP! With the sound of the stupid alarm clock, I groan as my eyes open. Last night I had to fix the entire house before I went to bed. I didn't bother with those werewolves. Thankfully they didn't bother barging inside my house while I was sleeping. Oh, did I mention I am a very, very light sleeper? I yawn a little as I throw the blankets off my body and stand up. I rub my eyes and then remember that I have school today. I hurriedly went inside the shower. The icy cold water hit my head. I sighed, but it felt good. The cold water did wake me up. I need to buy a heater. I took my mint-sent shampoo and conditioner and then rubbed my dark brown hair. Chandler says I'll be bound to encounter a lot of werewolves. Plus, he said there is a whole pack here. The Crismon warrior pack, one of the most substantial packs in America just my luck. I came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around the lower part of my body. I looked around to see what time it was.... fuck I need to buy