Novels by Equ1librium

PhoebeI don't know why, but pride completely overshadowed the worry I was supposed to feel.When Hayden boldly declared I was his—his mate—right in front of his dad, something inside me swelled with confidence. Like the world just stamped its approval on me. Like I truly belonged to him.Still, my heart was pounding out of rhythm, and I ended up bolting to my room like some kind of coward.I kept replaying that moment in my head, wishing I'd stayed and stood my ground instead of running away like a kid.Groaning, I dragged my hands down my face. God, I was such an idiot.The door creaked open."Phoebe?"I looked up.Hayden was standing there, looking way more relaxed than he had earlier. There was even a little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.Finley gave my shoulder a quick pat and whispered, "Pretty sure my laundry’s almost done, and yours still needs to go in. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.""Please do. I owe you lunch," I said quickly, feeling a little guilty for di

Phoebe“Don’t mess with me, Adonis.”My knees went weak when I saw Adonis’s panicked reaction. If I ended up pregnant, my dad would literally kill me.The thought of walking around with a pup bump—maybe even twins or triplets—sent chills down my spine. No way I could be a teen mom still rocking my Livingstone uniform or munching popcorn on the couch 'cause my belly’s in the way.“Hahaha… your face is priceless.”“Why the hell are you laughing?” I snapped at him.Seriously? He was laughing while I was having a full-blown panic attack. His cheerful giggle only made my headache worse. I didn’t even bother rinsing the soap off—I just moved away from the shower.“Hey,” he called.Adonis was holding something. It was white, kinda see-through, and shiny under the bathroom light. It looked crumpled, probably from him squeezing it. I knew exactly what it was.“You looked so freaked out. Relax, Phoebe. I’m not stupid.”I leaned back against the wall, annoyed. What the hell was going through his

Phoebe“What did you just say?”Hayden let go of me and shook his head slowly. The glow in his eyes shifted from burning yellow to a soft sky blue. He shrugged but kept looking over my shoulder.“I just... felt something,” he muttered. “It’s not like I’m fully tuned into my powers yet.”I sighed quietly. For a second, I really thought he could see Phoenix. Maybe I was hoping too much. I’d heard stories about humans who could see spirits, but to the Moon Goddess, Phoenix wasn’t just some ghost.I’m sorry, Phoenix.“Hey, take it easy.”Tyra came up beside me, her eyes locked on the same spot Hayden had been staring at. That Alpha stare of hers told me she sensed something too—even if she couldn’t actually see it. At least she didn’t think I was losing it for saying I felt Phoenix touch me, even though his body was lying right there.I left the room, leaving Tyra alone with him. Hayden quietly followed me out. He knew how Tyra felt about Phoenix—I’d told him once—so he switched into his

PhoenixHow long was I supposed to wander around like this?In this state, I had no idea how much time had passed. The clock on the wall in my hospital room looked blurry—just like every other clock in this damn hospital. Lucky me. While werewolves could usually count their age with precision, I was stuck in the dark about it.All I could do was roam the halls. I saw human patients, most of them covered in blood from car accidents—maybe kind of like how I looked yesterday, except, well, I was a werewolf. I also saw families collapsing in grief after getting bad news about loved ones who didn’t make it. It was the kind of tragedy that happened every day around here.It wasn’t that I didn’t care. The truth was—I couldn’t feel anything at all. But this place, it gave me just enough clarity to think. Being here could mess up a teenage guy's head, but also helped me understand life a bit better. The human side of me still felt some empathy for everything going on.But my wolf side—who the

Phoebe“Guys, wake up. It’s morning already.”Tyra’s hand shaking my shoulder gently stirred me awake. My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself wrapped tightly in a blanket. But when I looked around, none of my four mates were in sight.Tyra grinned widely when she caught me scrambling to keep the blanket from sliding down my chest. The Nova costume I wore last night was hanging neatly on the closet door. Weird.“They’re waiting downstairs, Sleeping Beauty. Mom made breakfast. Here, wear this.”She handed me a loose pink t-shirt and matching shorts. I was mortified, especially knowing she could tell I’d worn her room for... well, us. The scent in there? Total chaos.Once I was dressed and somewhat put together, I mumbled an apology to Tyra for the whole situation. She just waved it off like it was no big deal, even fixing my hair as we made our way to the Baker family’s dining room.Leftovers from last night’s party still littered the yard. Inside, it looked better—two cleaning serv

Phoebe“What’s going on, Tyra?”Strangely, the room fell silent. I glanced at Finley, who only shrugged. Zion cleared his throat, but it was Adonis whose expression had changed. His face hardened, tension visible in every line.I turned toward the door. The handle moved, and when it opened, it wasn’t Tyra standing there—it was Hayden… wearing a full-on Anakin Skywalker costume from his Jedi days in Star Wars. Zion burst into laughter as Hayden stepped into the room.Okay, I had to agree with Zion on this one. Hayden looked ridiculous in that Jedi outfit. He walked stiffly toward me, completely ignoring Zion’s howling laughter. He only reacted to Adonis’ long exhale.“I was invited by Phoebe, so quit looking at me like I’m a weirdo.”“It’s not you, man. It’s the way you walk and how stiff you look. That’s what’s got us trippin’,” Zion replied.“There weren’t any other futuristic costumes left. Everything’s rented out already. Like the entire youth population of this city decided to cra

ElariaTime is the most ruthless spell of all. Since that day in the Emerald Earth pack, I locked away every memory of Mary Ann.I chose a quiet path, dedicating my life entirely to Lorkgard—the highest magical academy, the last stronghold of our magic’s purity. Here, I was no longer the weepy Elaria.Here, I was Professor Vaelwyn, Head of the Composite Alchemy Department.This morning, the laboratory hall reeked of lead and mercury—sharp, biting scents. Far better than the smell of damp soil and wolf fur that had nearly choked me to death back then.“The crystallisation reaction won’t happen if your cauldron temperature is still below three hundred and fifty degrees Fahrenheit,” I said flatly, pacing between the rows of worktables. My shoes echoed against the cold stone floor.“But, Professor,” a male student in the front row raised his hand, his face twisted with that irritating doubt. “The textbook The Great Alchemist states that high temperatures damage liquid molecular structures

ElariaMy fingers trembled as I ran the comb through Mary Ann’s red hair. It was still the same as twenty years ago—bright red, coarse, and crackling with energy, like it could burn my skin at any moment.But today, that red no longer meant rebellion on the academy rooftops.Today, it was framed by a white lace veil that looked far too fragile for a fire sorceress like her.“You’re pulling too hard, El,” Mary Ann murmured through the mirror.I loosened my grip on the comb. We were in a damp changing room inside one of the Beta werewolves’ pavilions, deep in Emerald Earth Pack territory.The air here felt nothing like the clean halls of the McCarthy estate. It was thick with the smell of wet soil, animal fur, and an overwhelming, suffocating masculinity; the unmistakable scent of werewolves.“I just want to make sure your bun doesn’t fall apart when you… turn into one of them,” I said flatly.Mary Ann laughed softly. That laugh used to make me feel safe. Now, it sounded like the death

ElariaFifty years agoEver since the start of my fourth-level semester, I’d basically drowned myself in thick spellbooks. A low-level water-element Surge Practitioner at Lorkgard Academy like me didn’t exactly have many chances to build a social life with all the fancy sorcerer students around here.I was walking as fast as I could toward the library when—bam—my steps stopped dead. Someone yanked the collar of my robe from behind, hard enough to nearly choke me.“Oi, where d’you think you’re running off to, you freak?”Selina’s voice rang out loud and sharp. Behind her stood Mara and Jane, her loyal little lapdogs.I lowered my hands, bracing myself for whatever shit they were about to pull.“The library,” I said, keeping my voice as calm as I could.“Where’s the thesis on Wihnar waveforms?” she snapped. “I’ve been waiting. Or are you dodging me now, yeah?”“I’m not dodging you,” I said. “I just need to collect a few more references.”“She’s lying, Selina,” Mara cut in, shoving me fo

Lulu I couldn't move. Caspian yanked me back hard, pinning my arm against the doorframe. He bolted past me—a blur of pure Alpha speed. He slammed his shoulder into that fast-moving shadow, trying to pin the thing against the wall. A massive thud echoed through the damp basement, but the creature didn't even flinch. The shadow—this thing that looked human but had skin like thick, black sludge—barely shifted. Caspian let out a low growl, his arms bunching as he threw a rapid-fire sequence of punches. Every hit should've been enough to shatter an adult wolf's ribs, but his fists just sank into the dark mass of the creature's body. No blood. No grunt of pain. Nothing. Caspian summoned a torrent of water from his hands, waves of current swirling around him. But the creature's body just seemed to soak it up. "Get back, Lulu! Look for an opening!" Caspian barked without looking at me. He lunged at the thing again, trying to grab its throat, but his hands slipped off like he was touc

LuluElaria stood there, frozen. The tears that had been welling up in her eyes were gone, replaced by a much sharper, obsessive glint.She completely ignored Caspian, who was standing all tense in the corner as if the Alpha was just a bit of useless wall decor."You want to know who Mary Ann really was?" Elaria asked, her eyes never leaving the fire inside the tube.Her voice was low, trembling with an emotion I couldn't quite put my finger on."Your mother was the heart of the Order of Ignis—an ancient lot who believed that cross-breeding supernatural beings was the key to forging weapons for Sorcerers."I took a step back, my head starting to throb. "The Order of Ignis? Mum never mentioned anything about that."Elaria finally turned to me, a cold, thin smirk tugging at her lips. "Calm, was she? Mary Ann spent half her life running from her fate, but she was also the one who set it all in motion. We grew up together under the elders' watch. We weren't just mates; we were projects. W

CaspianI woke before the first light touched the horizon. The air in the room was thick—heavy with the sharp tang of magic and the scent of lilies clinging to Lulu, who was still fast asleep beside me.I watched her for a moment—the woman who’d become the eye of every storm in my life.Then, a subtle tug at my consciousness.A mind-link from one of my most trusted wolves.[Alpha, I’m at the meeting point. Oyster-Shell.] Erick’s voice sounded urgent.I slipped out of bed, moving with the silent precision of a predator so I wouldn't wake her.After making sure she was tucked in tight, I grabbed my black overcoat and stepped out into the freezing gloom of the castle corridors.I headed straight for the inn. Every breath of mist I pushed through felt like another layer of the tension I knew was coming.Erick was already there, tucked away in the alley beside the building. He was wearing a battered grey cloak, his hood pulled low to mask his face.His werewolf scent was faint—he was dampe