Novels by Anny Ann

Tatsumi’s POV The next morning, I didn’t return to my duties. Maya had whispered something about covering for me, but I didn’t trust the palace rumor spreaders. With a castle so huge, secrets didn’t last long, especially not ones that involved the cursed name of Alpha Storm Thorn. My only plan now was to disappear. For the rest of the summit. I spent the day sneaking through the servants’ corridors and storage rooms. I slept behind crates in the laundry chamber, bathed in the kitchens after hours, and ate the scraps Maya managed to sneak me. I avoided the Southern Wing entirely. It was too risky; Liora could have asked about the "mute girl" and Storm was definitely still looking. And I wasn’t ready for another confrontation, especially not with him. My mark ached now, not constantly, but in gentle pulses that came in the quiet hours. I didn’t want to think about it. The gods had marked me once before, trusting a destiny that led to a dagger in my heart. Look where tha

Tatsumi’s PovRed wine pooled around the shards of glass like blood, staining the polished marble beneath me. My hands trembled, hanging uselessly at my sides. I could feel every eye boring into my back.Alpha Storm Thor stood in front of me like a Demon from my darkest nightmares, and time simply stood still.No... this wasn’t supposed to happen, not like this, and definitely not here.“You thought you could hide from me, little fox?”His voice was exactly as I remembered it smooth, cold, and dripping with absolute authority. It was the voice that haunted my death.I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My throat seized, as if an invisible hand had wrapped around it. Every nerve screamed at me to run, but my knees were locked, rooted to the spot. I couldn't even manage a breath.“Laurel ?”That voice. It was higher, softer, and unmistakable. I turned my head halfway, and there she was, my worst nightmare in emerald silk.Liora.She was more radiant than before, clad in a stunning gown that hu

Tatsumi’s POV“What the…” I muttered, my voice catching in my dry throat.I blinked violently, shaking my head to clear the fog. I wasn’t cowering in a broken stall, and there was no dark blood on the floor. I was standing directly in front of the bathroom sink, gripping the porcelain edges so hard my knuckles were white. My own face; pale, wide-eyed, and drenched in sweat stared back at me from the cracked mirror.The encounter with Liora wasn't real. “I need to get out of here,” I whispered to my reflection.I splashed more freezing water on my face, pushing away the lingering terror. The sharp ringing in my ears finally began to subside. I needed to focus if I was going to avoid the real monsters wandering these halls. This was the biggest, most dangerous game of hide-and-seek I had ever played, and the stakes were my life.I dried my face with the hem of my apron and slipped out of the bathroom. But the moment my feet hit the corridor, a shadow fell over me.“Sumi!”I froze ins

Tatsumi’s PovI saw my blood spilling around the altar as Liora laughed like a maniac, twisting the knife deeper into my heart. I screamed, choking on my own life. I looked up at Storm, stretching out my hands.“P-plea…se,” I swallowed hard, choking on my own blood. “Help… m-me.”But he stood there, those eyes colder than mountain ice. “You deserve to die,” he said, and simply walked away.Liora’s laughter brought my focus back to her. “You don’t deserve him, bitch. Burn in hell.” She drove a final blade into my heart, but instead of just pain, I felt an internal heat like I was being burned from the inside out.“Ahhhhh!”I opened my eyes and instead of seeing Liora, I was flooded by a white light. Another round of agonizing pain ripped through my left shoulder.“Ahhh, it hurts! Please stop!” I begged, but the pain wouldn’t cease. I heard a distant roar, and a shape formed: a massive, shimmering silver wolf. It stood before me, terrifyingly huge. I turned and ran, but the wolf was too

Tatsumi’s Pov It’s a funny thing, dying. You expect darkness or peace, but I only got a strange, cold beginning. That chilling numbness wasn’t from the winter air; it was the mind-numbing cold that seeped into your bone when betrayal cuts deeper. I remember every second. I lay there, broken and helpless, my blood flowing down the stone altar where they had placed me; a sacrificial lamb for a goddess whose name I had stopped whispering years ago. It was useless to pray. I looked up with tired, red eyes. The full moon was out and indifferent above me. It just watched. I turned my head, and my gaze met his. Alpha Storm Thor. My mate. My Alpha. He stood there, watching my final moments with icy eyes, unmoved, devoid of emotion. Then, I saw her. Liora. God, the smile on her face as she drove the blade deep into my heart, not her final blow, but the one that sealed my death. That smile will forever haunt me, even if I live a thousand more lives. I died that night with a sil