Novels by Levanter

The wind died at dawn.No bird sang. No wolf dared to breathe too loud. The world looked carved from glass—too still, too fragile, as if one sound could shatter it entirely.We buried the dead in silence. Snow covered their bodies faster than we could lay them down, as if the land itself wanted to erase the memory of what had happened. Julian led the last prayer, his voice hoarse, while I stood apart from the others, watching the horizon bruise darker with every passing hour.The light from the battle still lived in my veins, faint but restless. Every heartbeat left a trail of silver beneath my skin, like the echo of a star refusing to die.Cassian approached when the last grave was sealed. His cloak was torn, his face streaked with ash, but his eyes—sharp, unyielding—still carried the weight of command."We can’t stay here," he said. "The Frostspire’s close, but not close enough if another one of those things comes."Julian joined us, his armor still scorched. "The packs are shaken.

The howls still hung in the air when the wind shifted.Not just wind—something inside it. A whisper threaded with power, carrying through the valley and brushing against every wolf’s skin like a cold breath.The wolves fell silent all at once. Every gaze turned to me.I could feel it—how the call bound them, not by dominance or command, but by resonance. My pulse was the tether, my breath the rhythm that held them still.Cassian and Julian watched from the ridge, silent. The firelight flickered behind them, painting their faces in gold and fear.The Moon had chosen me once. Now the world seemed to kneel to that choice.I lifted my eyes to the blood-lit sky. "Send word," I said. "To every Alpha left breathing. Tell them to meet us at the Vale before the next full moon."Julian hesitated. "They won’t come. Not all of them. Some still think you died at the Summoning.""Then let them think death walks again," I said. "Maybe they’ll listen this time."Cassian stepped forward, his expressio

When he finally left to rest, I remained by the fire alone. My reflection flickered in the dying flames, and for the first time since the battle, I let myself unravel.The world had changed. Not just outside me, but within. My senses stretched further than they ever had—beyond the walls of the camp, beyond the forest. I could feel the pulse of distant lands, the grief of packs that didn’t even know my name. It was intoxicating. It was terrifying.This power wasn’t meant to be held by one. The creature had been right.I looked up at the moon, full and merciless, hanging heavy over the world. Its light washed the color from everything, turning even blood into silver."Is this what you wanted?" I whispered. "Is this what your gift was for?"The wind didn’t answer.But the fire flickered violently, as if stirred by something unseen.I stood slowly, my heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of the flames. Somewhere deep in my chest, something pulsed—slow, heavy, like a second heart. It was the

The sky did not break like thunder.It tore—slowly, deliberately—like something alive peeling away the skin of the world.The sound was too vast for mortal ears. It crawled through my bones, vibrating in the marrow, until even my wolf whimpered inside me. The storm spiraled above the valley, swallowing the horizon in light and shadow, as though the moon itself had been devoured and was bleeding silver back into the earth.Around me, my pack howled.Some in defiance. Some in fear.Cassian’s hand closed around my arm, grounding me against the chaos."Elara, we have to fall back!"But there was nowhere to go. The air shimmered with power, raw and magnetic, pulling upward, as if the sky itself had turned into a living thing that wanted to breathe me in."Run where?" I said, my voice breaking under the wind. "There’s no running from this."Julian barked orders, voice half-drowned by the roar of the storm. My wolves formed a defensive ring, but the snow beneath them had begun to glow—thread

The forest was no longer silent.Something moved between the trees—slow, deliberate, too heavy to be wind, too soft to be beast. The shadows bent with it, swallowing the moonlight until the world turned bone-white and black.Julian’s hand went instinctively to his sword. Cassian’s growl was low, vibrating through the air like the warning of a storm. My wolves shifted around me, tense and restless, their eyes reflecting the faint silver glow above us.I didn’t move.Every instinct screamed to run, to shift, to fight—but beneath the pulse of fear, something else stirred. A pull. Familiar and wrong at once, like hearing a forgotten melody played out of tune.The wind shifted again."Stay back," I ordered softly.The command rippled through my pack. Snow crunched as they formed a defensive half-circle around me. Cassian moved to my right flank, Julian to my left—silent, ready.Then it stepped out of the treeline.Not a beast.Not a man.Something in between.The figure was cloaked in shad

The snow had not stopped falling.It drifted through the air like slow-burning embers, each flake a whisper against the ruined field where my past had died. The blood was gone now, buried beneath a layer of white, but I still smelled it—iron and salt, sharp enough to sting the back of my throat.A reminder of what I had done. A reminder of what I had become.Victory had never tasted this bitter."Are you just going to stand there?" Julian’s voice broke the silence, soft but edged with something deeper—concern, perhaps, or the cautious respect one reserves for a creature that’s still deciding whether or not to bare its teeth.I didn’t look at him. My gaze was fixed on the arena, where Kaelus still lay curled against the snow, his chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged breaths. The wound I’d carved into his skin had stopped bleeding, but the scar would never fade.It would burn every time he shifted. It would ache every time he breathed. And every glance he caught in a mirror would

A week after the execution day, the atmosphere in Blood Moon Pack had not calmed down completely as some residents still made the incident on the execution day their topic of conversation. Indeed, the incident that day was beyond the prediction of anyone present there. "I still can't believe that Elena has a mate. From what I'd heard so far, she was always chasing Alpha Chris and trying to separate him from Luna." An omega who was working in the backyard, talking while watering the plants. The other omega next to her sighed. "Not even us who don't know her very well, I heard that even her parents didn't know about it." "Right, you guys really don't know anything, so stop talking about that day." "A-alpha..." Chris, who had just arrived at the backyard to get something, immediately abandoned his plan and went back inside. He had expected that the day's incident would become the talk of the town. But he didn't expect that it was still being talked about even though it had been a wee

The atmosphere of the detention clinic now seemed more tense since the arrival of Chris and Agatha to a room. Moreover, one of the prisoners who was talking to them was a prisoner from another pack who would soon be sentenced to death in three days."She is about to be sentenced to death, but is still visited frequently? Will she be released?" One of the prisoners who was sick and was also next to the room where Elena was, asked one of the warriors on guard."Don't interfere, go back to your room!""Tsk, I was just asking." The prisoner went back into the room after not being allowed to ask questions by the warrior.Meanwhile, in the next room, Chris clapped his hands and someone entered after that. Elena was very surprised to see who had just entered the room. Her eyes rounded, her hands covered her mouth."You know who he is right?" Chris asked while pushing Aaron's body slightly so that he stood in front of Elena.Elena did not answer immediately. Instead, she looked down and tried

Thirty minutes ago, after talking with Agatha, Chris decided to leave the house and go for a walk through the forest. Not aimlessly, but to look for someone. His steps continued to be carried forward through the large trees around him. Occasionally Chris looked to his right and left, confirming his keen hearing. Because every now and then he heard footsteps, which unfortunately turned out to be those of a rabbit. Chris sighed and sat down on a fallen tree trunk. Then, as he looked down and tried to focus on all his senses, there was a sudden rush of running steps that made him smile. "Found you!" Chris got up from the fallen tree trunk and chased after the person he heard running earlier. Without a sound, Chris ran carefully as if he was chasing his quarry. His running speed was even twice as fast as the other Alpha werewolves. "Why do you look so scared?" Chris asked while equalizing his running speed with the person he was chasing. Of course, the person immediately turned to C

Loving the wrong person is sometimes a waste of time, energy, and thought. One should retreat when the person they like openly rejects or even hates them. But what Elena did was the opposite, she went so crazy that she dared to do things she shouldn't have just to get the heart of the person she loved."What do you mean?" Chris frowned, asking for more explanation on what Lewis had just said."Well, you know it too, right? She used to like you so much that she would chase after you and do anything to get you. But now, I think she is scared of you and even hates you."Chris sighed, then picked up the coffee cup on the table. "Isn't that good? She won't dare to misbehave again and hurt Agatha." Chris took a sip of the bitter coffee."By the way," Chris put the coffee cup back on the table, "where is that guy named Aaron right now?"Lewis exchanged glances with Julie, who got a small shake from her. "We don't know either. Elena refused to tell us his whereabouts. Besides, I don't think i

The day before Chris, Lewis, and Agatha's return to the Blood Moon Pack, Elena was thinking of how she could get poison or sharp weapons to hurt herself and avoid the death sentence she would receive in a few days. However, she could not find a way out of the problem she was currently facing.Until a few minutes later, someone suddenly connected a mindlink to her. Of course Elena was surprised, because the only ones who could mindlink with her were her family, people from her pack, and also her mate.That's right, you didn't read it wrong. Elena had already found her mate, but she ignored him for a long time because she was in love with Chris. No one knew about it, except Elena herself and her mate. Not even Raymond and Florencia, her parents, knew about it."Elena, are you okay there?"Elena was silent for a few moments, before finally shaking her head softly. Elena forgot that her mate, who was mindlinking with her, could not see her shaking her head."Elena?""Stop, Aaron. Why are

The white and blue room, which was neatly organized, now looked very messy. Medical equipment was scattered on the floor, the patient's bed was no longer in shape, and now, even the window glass was broken."Damn it! If I can't die, I'll try to leave this place!"Elena hit the remaining window with a medical device as her intermediary. She forced herself through the small window with all her might."Argh!"It took a lot of time and effort for Elena to get through the window. Until finally, she managed to get out and fell to the ground. Unfortunately, before she could stand up and escape from that place, there were two warriors who saw her and held her back."What are you doing?! You broke the clinic window?!" One of the warriors peered into the already messy-looking room.There was no answer from Elena. She grimaced in pain, or rather, she grimaced while muttering an irritated curse. "Damn it.""Quickly call the others, and report to Alpha immediately!"Another warrior nodded and star