Novels by Marizgold

Alpha Luther's POV.“Demn!!” Everything made sense to me now. “Every fucking thing! Shit! Benedict has been behind it all the while! And I didnt know. I was fucking oblivious to his evil scheme” I thightened my grip on the chair I sat on. Not minding if it would break. I was going through so much torture and regreat in my head. “But how the fuck did he excape wolf bane? How did he not ....” The words sucked in my mouth. I played with my hair roughly trying to calm my nerves down. The idiot never died! He obviously wasn't affected by the wolfbane I injected into him“But No, that is not possible. I fucking saw his body disfigure, I saw his wolf go feral, I saw him lose his mind— what kind of miracle brought him back?” Ragged breath. Zuka paced around in my head with great anger. He foamed in rage thinking of what to do. “Benedict then came back and took Melisa, to get back at me… he took Melisa. My chest was throbbing at the realisation. I had earlier though she ran out of

Alpha Luther's POV I sat, with my back against the chair and my piercing gaze on the field.I battled with my inner self believing that Benedict looks younger, and stronger. There is this glow in his body I couldn't deshiper. He looks like one that had been cleaned by the moon goddess. “Fuckkk! What am I saying? The moon goddess can't come down to Clean mere mortals. And even if she fucking dose. It’d be men with value,men without sin, righteous and moral men.But Benedict was the opposite. He has no value in him, and disposes of righteousness, Evil is etched in his heart and he would rather kill a thousand men than save a soul. “How the fucking hell did his dirty ass not die?” I yelled in my head, searching for an answer, despite knowing that no one would give me the answer I required. My grip tightened on the chair I sat on, thinking of what to do. “If only I killed him with my hands, fed him his body till he was left with nothing. Threw him as a corpse to the woods, for the

The entire field fell silent.The throbbing in my heart was so loud, I feared that the person by my side would hear. “Benedict” my wolf called, the excitement in her heart grew by the second. I knew he was close, probably already in the field. The loud murmur and yells from the crowd made a slight grin escape my lips. I tilted my head up to see a man full of strength and aura, he exudes so much power in him, the walls, the trees, the air everything around felt his presence. I was drowned in his sight, and totally forgot that people existed. To me, it was just I and Benedict, in a world full of possibilities. His physic was crafted to rule, his steps were that of a king, his scroll portrayed intense power and Authority. I stood up to welcome my king, with smiles on my face and butterflies giggling and ambling around gleefully. I felt a little restrained. My hands were cuffed in a position avoiding me from moving. But I fought, struggled and won. After a series of fights, I fin

Melisa's POV The gamma warriors closed in on me, losing off the chain, some were bold in their act, others had fear clustered on their face. I chuckled at the sight. “Herk!! These foolish people think I am a witch” I whispered to myself and laughed out loud in my head. They took off the chain completely from me and took a few steps away.The people looking kept whispering and murmuring. “Who are these people? They are so Dumb!” the way they stared- Fuck! The words they used got me more enraged. But I was so enjoying what the priest and the gamma shoulders were acting and hence didn't pay so much attention to how I felt“Who tricked you?” the priest asked in a low tone with his gaze fixed on the book he had.“How the Fuck am i suppose to know who fucking tricked me?” I drawled, but not to the hearing of the Priest. If I fucking know who tricked me, he’d be fucking dead by the time I become Luna. “you have a minute to answer.” he spat in annoyance “The fuck!” I yelled, Clamped

Melisa POV My voice was hushed, making it difficult to even hear myself. The pup in my bulge kicked, causing a pang of pain over my body. I rubbed it slowly, tears trailing down my eye. Laid with my tummy facing the ground and allowed the coldness to soothe the pain. The past month has been more disastrous than my entire life. All of those were as a result of Benedict. Two decades wouldn't be enough for me to write how I feel about him. Sliver my wolf has never reacted to any man in such a way. I rolled and whined on the floor in pain, hoping to get a quick response to relieve the distress that was burning inside me. “Life isn't going to end this way for me. I am the fucking Luna, destined by the moon goddess herslef. And not even darakula wouldn't stop me from getting what it mine” I assured myself in a loud growl inside my head. The racing of my heart increased, it felt like breath was going out of me, when the last words of Darakular rang in my head. “Why is she asking

Luther's POV. “Wait! What!! Shit!!" I yelled in utmost anger and dismay A wave of trepidation took over the functionality of my system, the blood on my face dried up. I fastened my grip hard on the chair I sat on for support. My heart throbbed so fast Fear of the unknown! Fear of the future, Fear of the welfare of my pup, of Melisa. Filled my heart. Zuka became restless, he was greatly unnerved at the name that had been called. “Fucking bastard!” I cursed bringing myself back to reality. “Benedict is dead! The fool is freaking dead! No one survives wolf bane. I made sure to inject him more than enough so he wouldn't be able to escape death, Even if he tried to, his system would be far gone damaged before he gets a remedy. And besides the medicine men of the city haven't found a cure for the amout of wolfbane I inject on intruders like him” I scoffed out in mockery. "It's definitely some weak Benedict that is from the Moon-Rozk.” I scolded myself immediately for allow t

The blaring of Emma’s phone yanked her out of sleep. She sucked in a sharp breath, heart racing as her mind struggled to catch up with her body.Still half-asleep, she swept her hands across the bed in search of her phone. Her fingers found it just as the ringing cut off.“Argh,” she groaned, bringing the phone closer and squinting at the sudden burst of light.“9:45 a.m.?” she muttered in disbelief as she glanced toward the slightly opened window, where a thin ray of sunlight fought its way through the narrow gap in the curtains.She had been so exhausted the night before that she hadn’t even taken note of the room she booked, let alone bothered to pull aside the gold drapes that concealed the gigantic window.Slowly, she got out of bed and checked the message that had popped on her phone.It was from Lora.“Hey, sister. Hope you had a good night and stayed out of trouble? Daddy’s event is at 5:00 p.m. at the Grand Savanna Hotel and Suites, VIP lounge. Don’t worry about the lounge pa

Five years later.Emma steps out of Colorado International Airport terminal and inhales deeply.The people, the thick air, the environment, the subtle performance, the constant effort to show off, still lingered in the atmosphere.“Huh, some things never change,” she muttered with a smirk.Five years had gone by, yet it felt as though she had only been away for a day.A rush of memory flooded her heart; she exhaled, brushing it off immediately. If not for anything, she felt a sense of gratitude that she was no longer the woman that left Colorado five years ago.As she rolled her box along, her gaze swept through the buzzing crowd of people waiting for their loved ones, others hurrying in and out of the terminal.But then she paused when she caught sight of two familiar figures.Ethan and Lora.They were full of surprises, but this time, Emma didn’t flinch. She rolled her eyes and steered her box in another direction in an attempt to avoid their trouble, but stopped when she heard her

Evening gradually settled over the towering high-rise building of S & G Enterprise, Colorado’s leading fabric and textile company.The city below buzzed with life, but inside the General Sales Manager’s office, the air was thick with heavy tension.A stack of documents lay before Ethan Anderson, each page flipping under his intense gaze.He leaned back in his chair, his jaw tight, and for a long moment, said nothing.“Sir… the accounts are ready, but, um… are you sure about this?” Peter, his assistant, questioned, uncertainty etched in his voice.Ethan's mouth twitched, his eyes fixed on the last page of the contract. Then, with a faint sigh, he said, “Yes. Make it happen.”Peter nodded and turned to leave, then paused at the door and glanced back at his boss’s pale face.“Sir… with this contract sealed, maybe you should take a day off.”Ethan dragged his hand down his face and stared at the stack of documents in front of him as though they had a contrary opinion.He had just fully re

“Argh,” Emma groaned, squinting her eyes as she struggled to adjust to the glaring light above.“What is this place?” she whispered, her voice shaking while scanning her gaze through the four-square unfamiliar room.She tried to sit up but felt a tug in her hand. Looking down, she realized she had been connected to an IV line hanging from a pole beside her bed.She was in the hospital.She let out a soft sigh as the memories of the last event she could remember flooded her mind.With pain carved into her heart, she murmured, “How consistent,” tears blurring her vision as she stared at the empty wall in front of her.Fifteen years ago, after her mother, Mrs. Harriet Murphy, contracted an incurable illness, Mr. Murphy, her father, didn’t hesitate in bringing his mistress, Monica, and her spoiled daughter, Lora, to live with them.And since then, everything Emma owned, her luxurious life, the love and care from her father, and her best friend, Ethan was taken away from her.Emma’s hands

The chapel was mildly but elegantly decorated.Soft light spilled through the stained-glass windows, settling gently on ivory pews and the exquisite guests that were dressed in silk and formal wear. Soft whispers, restrained laughter, anticipation, and visible admiration filled the air as people adjusted in their seats, the anticipation thick and palpable.At the front of the chapel, before the altar, Emma Murphy, clad in a flowing white gown, held a white rose bouquet, her fingers trembling despite her efforts to remain composed.Ethan Anderson stood opposite her, clad in a black tuxedo, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular.Emma drew in a slow breath, forcing the nervousness clinging to her lungs to settle.She was finally marrying her childhood best friend, the man she had loved for years.More than that, she was fulfilling her mother’s last wish: that Emma would one day walk down the aisle in a proper, formal wedding of her own and marry the man she loved.“Emma Murphy,” the p