Novels by Wills Onose

As the shadows pressed closer, Emily felt another kind of pull hot, electric, undeniable. It wasn’t the abyss calling to her, but Alexander. His wolf pushed against hers, their connection growing so strong it almost made her lose her breath.Her heartbeat intensified and her skin buzzed as digested his words. “Stay with me,” he said in a still calm voice as his lips found her ear, sounding like an order and a plea at the same time. Her wolf whined, pushing ahead, insisting she bridge the distance, yielding to him completely. She sensed his desire, intense and overpowering, blending with hers. Amidst the turmoil, fear, predictions, and treachery, she desired him. She yearned for the comfort of his arms with the grounding force of his kiss.Emily fisted her hands on his shirt as she pressed closer, their foreheads touching. “If this is the end,” she breathed, “then I want it with you.”Alexander moaned, his strong, eager lips slamming into hers. In a way that nothing else could, the ki

The ground under them shook again, and Emily held on to Alexander's arm. From deep beneath, the chasm glowed like molten fire as it stretched wider. She could still hear that low, old, and authoritative voice. Emily, you can't change your fate. She was unable to determine whether the beast inside of her was frightened or getting ready to fight as it paced uneasily against her chest.There was commotion in the clearing. Marcus froze in a quiet that cried out of remorse, Lucien standing motionless, and Damien's troops howling. From the abyss rose the shadows desperately to claim her.Alexander stood in her front and tried to protect her. His body wanted to shift fully to his wolf form but didn't. His wolf was desperate to tear apart anything that dared touch her. I will not lose you, he whispered silently as his golden eyes met hers.Emily’s throat ached as she whispered, “Why is this happening to me? Why always me?” The words were fragile, but beneath them, there was anger. Why was her

Emily wolf growled softly in her mind, she was agitated and unsettled. Though the night air was heavy she felt as though the world was pressing down on her. The shadows seemed alive and her vision was stirred with malice just beyond the edges.Her eyes shifted between the figures and her heart beat heavily while she tried standing on her feet. Damien stood still because of the disturbance. Lucien, who was still standing with his cold smirk, but now something in his stance had changed, he was wary, as if bracing for something.And then there was Marcus.Elder Marcus had always been a mystery and knew more than he had revealed. Nevertheless, he unexpectedly revealed a grim aspect, a concealed truth that was too heavy to bear. He had consistently been the calm presence in the chaos, the rational voice of logic. However, Emily was utterly unsettled by his recent words. It is more than just the prophecy.As the temperature decreased, Emily shifted her gaze towards the darkness. A shadowy e

It was a fight between the big wolves. The bite and scratched one another, it was fierce. Emily's senses were more alert than ever as she ran around, trying to find any way to help them gain the upper hand. But as the seconds passed, it became increasingly clear that Damien was more than just strong. He was something far worse.He could not be stopped.Damien pushed Alexander away suddenly and he headed into the forest. Emily panicked. No!As she wanted to get close to him someone emerged from the darkness.Lucien was the one.He watched and gave a cold smirk, his eyes shining with ill intent. "You’re too late."---Emily felt a surge of astonishment at the words. Lucien. It was him who had betrayed them. The person who had been Damien's coworker all along."All along you've been deceiving us." Emily snarled with a deep but yet menacing voice.At first, Lucien remained silent. Rather, he turned to Damien, a nauseating admiration shining in his eyes. "Damien, I've taken the required ac

Emily stared deeply at the shadow form at her front and felt her heart beating in her chest heavily, it pulsed loud enough for her ears to hear. The tension in the night was unnatural as though the night knew about what was to happen.Damien was present. Each breath seemed like a struggle due to his overwhelming presence, which was like a heavy burden against her lungs. It felt like his just being there was making the universe change to match what he wanted, as the shadows around him started to move and feel alive. Emily felt a strong growl going through her body, and her wolf inside her began to wake up under her skin. She was convinced that this was the being that would stop at nothing to destroy her."It’s time." The malevolent murmur of Damien's voice crept through the clearing. His remarks appeared to originate from all directions, not solely from the individual before her, due to how the wind transported them.Alexander moved ahead, a fierce protective anger igniting in his gaze

The ground beneath them seemed to tremble as Emily made her decision. She couldn’t back down now. Not when so much was on the line. She needed to face the prophecy, confront her fate, regardless of how difficult it might be.“I promise.” She responded with a steady voice, but a battle raged inside of her. She was gonna do all she can to keep up her promise. For the pack. For Alexander.They were still standing together despite the challenges they faced. She felt they were both connected, a thread that stands in teat of time, even in the face of the impossible.“**We’ll face this together as a team.**”---The weight of Emily’s promise settled heavily on her chest. She sensed Alexander’s stare penetrating her, his every action conveying a blend of trust and fear. They stood at the edge of something monumental, something unfamiliar. Could they really survive whatever was coming? Could she truly wield the power of the prophecy without losing herself?“We need to prepare.” Alexander’s voi

The golden rays sun rose over the Village, a land that was now in peace. Without the shadows that had hovered over them for so long, the air felt lighter. With her eyes focused on the horizon, Lena stood at the edge of the clearing.Kaden walked silently toward her, his footsteps barely noticeable. “You’ve been out here for hours.”“I needed to think,” Lena replied, her voice soft. “About everything we’ve lost. And everything we’ve gained.”He wrapped an arm around her, his warmth grounding her. “We did what we had to. But it’s not over, is it?”“No,” she said, turning to face him. “It’s time I reclaimed what was taken from me. My pack deserves a leader who can guide them without fear.”Kaden smiled, his eyes filled with admiration. “You’ll be incredible. And I’ll be right there with you.”---Word spread quickly through the surrounding lands that the mercenaries were gone and the shadows defeated. The members of Lena’s pack, scattered by years of turmoil, began to trickle back to the

Like a silent warning from the earth itself, the quake that rippled beneath their boots was faint but unnerving. Lena's pulse quickened as her hand automatically closed around Kaden's.Her voice was hardly audible above a whisper when she asked, "What is that?"Theros knelt beside the sapling, his hands brushing the soil. His face, usually calm, was lined with worry. “The crystal’s power is reacting to something. Or someone.”Kaden frowned, his protective instincts kicking in. “Could it be remnants of Calla’s sabotage?”Theros shook his head. “No. This feels... ancient. Something older than even the crystal itself.”Lena’s gaze shifted to the sapling, its delicate leaves trembling as if it too sensed the tension in the air. “What do we do?”“We wait,” Theros said, standing slowly. “And we prepare.”---The village was eerily quiet in the days that followed. Though the mercenaries had been defeated, the sense of unease lingered like a shadow.Lena threw herself into helping the village

As Calla's mercenaries dispersed around the perimeter, their weapons shining in the moonlight, the villagers remained tense. Fearfully, the villagers huddled around and prayed in hushed tones.As they stood in front of the defenders, Lena held Kaden's hand tightly. "What we've worked so hard to protect cannot be allowed to be destroyed."Determination blazed in Kaden's eyes. “We won’t. This is our home, and we’ll fight for it.”Calla’s voice rang out. “Bloodshed is not necessary for this to end. We'll go quietly if you give us the crystal."Lena stepped forward, her voice steady despite the knot in her stomach. “You’ll have to take it over our dead bodies.”Calla tilted her head, a sly smile spreading across her face. “So be it.” She raised her hand, signaling her mercenaries to attack.---The clash was immediate and chaotic. Swords clashed, shouts resounded across the town, and arrows flew into the air. Kaden and Lena battled beside each other, their actions coordinated as though th

In the days after the failed effort to steal the crystal, the village's mood lightened, yet uneasiness persisted like an unwanted visitor. Lena and Kaden went side by side through the lively square, sharing smiles with residents who were anxious to demonstrate their gratitude.But beneath Lena’s calm exterior, doubts festered. She couldn’t shake the memory of the stranger’s words about power tipping the scales. The sapling glowed faintly in the distance, a reminder of both its promise and its potential for danger.“Kaden,” Lena said softly, breaking the silence between them.He turned to her, his hazel eyes warm. “What is it?”“Do you think we’re strong enough to protect it? To protect all of this?”Kaden’s expression softened as he cupped her face. “We’ve faced worse. Whatever comes next, we’ll handle it together.”She leaned into his touch, wanting to believe him, but an unease in her chest refused to dissipate.---Later that day, a traveler arrived at the village gates. He was an

As the villagers circled the sapling, the morning sun emerged from behind the clouds, lighting them up. The atmosphere was heavy with anxiety as Lena and Kaden stood next to the disturbed area of ground.“This isn’t random,” Kaden said, his tone grim. “Whoever did this knew exactly what they were after.”Lena knelt, her fingers brushing the disturbed soil. “The crystal wasn’t taken, but someone tried to. The question is, who would dare?”Alric arrived, his expression troubled. “I’ve been asking around. No one saw anything unusual during the storm, but the timing is suspicious.”Kaden’s gaze swept the crowd. “If someone in the village betrayed us, we need to know. If it’s an outsider, they might still be nearby.”---Lena’s mind raced as she considered their options. “We need to act fast. Let’s gather everyone and question them. We can’t let fear or suspicion fester.”The villagers assembled in the central clearing, their faces a mix of concern and curiosity. Lena spoke with calm autho

The faint, pulsing glow drew Lena and Kaden deeper into the forest, the air thick with anticipation. Each step resonated with an unspoken promise, a connection to something far beyond their understanding.“Do you feel that?” Lena whispered, her voice trembling.Kaden nodded, his hand gripping hers. “It’s like the forest is alive, guiding us.”As the light intensified, they soon found themselves in front of a tall tree that was unlike any other. Its leaves gleamed dimly and its bark shimmered with silver, casting a warm, ethereal glow across the clearing. The source of the glow was a tiny, crystalline structure located at the foot of the tree.Alric, who had been following them, came out of the darkness gasping for air. “This tree... it’s older than any I’ve seen. It’s connected to the magic of this land.”Lena knelt before the crystal, her fingers brushing its surface. A surge of warmth filled her, bringing tears to her eyes. “It feels... alive.”---The crystal pulsed, and a soft voi

The tremors within the ground heightens, the echoes of dim enchantment resounding through the air as the abyss appeared to cling to Marcus's very soul. Clara bowed next to him, her heart dashing as she held his hand firmly, her eyes filled with courage and love. The chamber around them was still trembling with the aftermath of their battle, but Clara’s focus was entirely on Marcus. The curse was fighting to keep its hold on him, and she could feel the dark tendrils still embedded in his spirit.Ethan, Mariam, and Fenrik stood a few steps away, catching their breath after the battle. They traded stressed looks, knowing that this was the ultimate test. If they could break the curse, at that point everything they had battled for, all the sacrifices they had made, would not be in vain."Clara," Marcus whispered, his voice frail but unfaltering, "I do not want to leave you. I need to fight this, but I do not know if I can.""You will not fight this alone," Clara said firmly. She leaned clo

As Marcus lay recovering, Clara’s heart ached with relief, but her mind couldn’t shake the looming sense of dread. The tremors had subsided, but the darkness that had briefly returned wasn’t gone, it was hiding, waiting. The sky, once brightening with the new dawn, seemed veiled in an eerie, gray mist that swirled as though alive.Marcus slowly sat up, his body still weak from the ritual, but his eyes were clear. “Clara...,” he began, his voice hoarse.“Don’t speak,” Clara urged, gently pushing him back down. “You need to rest.”“I’m fine,” he insisted, though his strength was clearly not back. He looked into her eyes, his hand finding hers. “You saved me, Clara.”A brief, tender silence passed between them, but there was no time for it to last. Ethan stepped forward, his expression tense. “We need to move,” he said. “Whatever that was, it’s not over.”Clara nodded, and though she wanted to stay by Marcus’s side, she knew Ethan was right. The battle wasn’t done yet.The group didn’t l

The Abyss had been destroyed, but the aftermath hung heavy in the air. The void that once undermined to consume everything was now a calm, destroyed field, its perpetual obscurity supplanted with spooky silence. Clara stopped by Marcus's side, her heart pounding as she checked his beat. He was alive, barely.“Stay with me, Marcus,” she said softly, her voice breaking as she brushed his hair from his forehead. Blood seeped through his torn clothing where the claws of the void’s heart had struck him. His breathing was shallow, each rise of his chest labored and weak.Ethan and Mariam arrived at her side, their faces etched with concern. Ethan knelt beside Clara, his hands glowing faintly as he pressed them over Marcus’s wounds.“I can slow the bleeding,” Ethan said, his voice strained. “But whatever that thing did to him, it’s deep. Dark magic, he’s not healing as he should.”Mariam’s expression was terrible as she studied the scene. “We need to get him out of here now. This place still

Marcus’s hands clawed the empty air as he plummeted into the chasm, Clara’s scream echoing through the void beside him. The sensation of falling was endless, as though the darkness itself had swallowed them whole. His wolf senses heightened, desperate to find a foothold or something to grab onto, but there was nothing, only an abyss so deep and ancient it felt like the very heart of the universe.Suddenly, the fall stopped. Marcus landed with a sharp thud, rolling into a crouch as his claws scraped the ground. His vision blurred momentarily, but he could feel Clara nearby. She was alive. The connection between them was still strong, burning with the intensity of the light they had forged together in the battle above.“Clara!” Marcus called out, his voice hoarse as he forced himself to stand. He checked the harsh darkness around him. There was no ground, no sky, just a perpetual field of dark.“I'm here,” Clara's voice came from behind him, frail but consistent. She faltered toward him

Brutal tremors shook the ground beneath Marcus and Clara as they stood together, peering into the abyss from which the massive shadowy figure was emerging. Ethan, Mariam, and their allies formed a defensive ring, getting ready for the upcoming confrontation.“We’ve fought through everything,” Ethan growled, his voice tense but determined. “We’re not backing down now.”Marcus’s eyes narrowed as the towering creature loomed over them, its glowing eyes scanning the group with a malevolent hunger. This wasn’t just any shadow, this was something primal, something ancient, far beyond the darkness they had faced so far.“We broke the curse,” Clara whispered, clutching her dagger tightly. “But this... this is different.”The creature took one massive step forward, its claws tearing through the ground. The air grew colder, and a suffocating darkness fell over them. Marcus could feel the weight of the curse that had once shackled him pulling at his heart, but now, his soul burned with the fire

The world had finally begun to heal. With the heart of the void destroyed, the darkness that had plagued Marcus, Clara, Ethan, and their companions was gone. The landscapes they passed on their journey north were bright with life, forests vibrant with greens, rivers clear and sparkling. Even the air felt lighter, free from the oppressive energy that once clung to it.But for Marcus, a storm still brewed inside.As they rode towards the northern realms, Marcus’s thoughts were heavy with Clara’s words, and with the curse that bound him. Though their victory had been decisive, his battle was far from over. The curse still coiled around his soul, keeping him from fully embracing the love he felt for her. Clara, riding beside him, was determined, her gaze fixed on the horizon. She was resolute in finding a way to break Marcus’s curse, no matter the cost.Marcus glanced at her, his heart tight with a mixture of hope and fear. The thought of finally being free of being able to love her witho