Novels by Wills Onose

Emily felt uneasy looking at Marcus as he stood in the dark. His face was hard to read, but his words were simple but full of danger. He held a glowing object in his grip. Her heart pounded seeing his face from the light of the glowing object.“The prophecy has already started,” Marcus' voice was quiet and cold like he had been waiting for this moment a long time.Emily felt sick inside.She had always thought the prophecy meant more than others knew, but this felt like the final part of a mystery she wasn’t meant to solve. Her destiny wasn’t just about uniting the pack. It revolved around ruin, disorder, and brutality.“What are you saying?”Emily asked with a shaking voice but she remained composed. She was no longer the girl who had felt lost and confused. She had acquired the skills to combat challenges, remaining resilient in the presence of doubt. Yet, this was an entirely different type of conflict.Marcus's lips turned into a slight, joyless smile. “You’ve been deceived, Emily

The wolves suddenly attacked them. Emily showed no fear, even though her heart was racing and the wolf's sharp teeth in the moonlight looked scary. She stayed calm. Not one bit of fear. She had prepared herself for the battle that had been simmering for years by training for this very moment. Marcus's voice repeatedly echoed in her mind in the heart of the moment."You can't stop Damien at all. You’re meant to serve him.”It took only the jarring of the words to temporarily divert her attention. Suddenly a wolf sprang at her but she staggered back in an attempt to avoid the attack.Alexander appeared immediately, his form shielding hers as he faced the wolf with a violent snarl. His actions were smooth, rehearsed, a whirlwind of power and velocity as he battled to defend her.But Emily had changed from the girl she once was. She wasn’t going to let him fight alone.She shifted.---The transformation happened quickly, violently, and she felt a wave of strength tear through her. Bigger

Emily closed and opened her eyes several times and even had to pinch herself to see if she was dreaming, but there was no change, this was no dream but reality. The darkness remained, heavy and oppressive, pressing in on her chest, she was fully awake. She patiently listened if she could hear any sounds but could only hear her own breath sound, shallow and frantic, it was as though her body was desperately fighting against the invisible chains that bound her.Her heart pounded in her chest, where was Alexander? Where were the others? In the darkness, her eyes strained, but nothing was there, no form, no shape. Nothing except emptiness.Then a voice. Broke through the silence. It was a cold and low sound that sent a chill down her very spine."Emily, you're special, very special."Her pulse quickened. It was her father's voice, and it wasn't simply recognizable. However, how is that possible? Was she dreaming? The heaviness of the words felt overwhelmingly real, almost tangible, to be

The woman turned to Emily as they arrived at a place tucked away in the trees. Her eyes were burning with a resolve that betrayed years of longing."Emily, you have to realize something," the woman continued. “There are those within the pack who have been working against you. They are afraid of what comes with the truth hence they do not want you to know the truth by all means. A few of them continue to support Damien.Emily felt the realization hitting her like a jolt. “Who? Who was working against her inside the pack?”The woman hesitated, then spoke quietly. “Elder Marcus.”Emily’s heart skipped a beat hearing the name. Marcus? The elder who had been so kind, so helpful? Same person who'd helped her get through her worst hours?Emily objected with a shaking voice, "but all along he's been helping me, why would he want to betray me?”Marcus the Elder. Emily was surprised at the mention of the name. Her thoughts raced as she attempted to make sense of the man who had been supportive

Alexander stood at the boundary of the clearing as the night breath felt burdensome and night wrapped in anxiety. His gaze probes the shadowy wilderness outside the Moonshadow Pack’s territory. Behind him was the firelight dancing and projected long shadows that were unusually not on the ground, yet he stayed focused, and reminded himself of the changes that kept unfolding.Emily sat by the fire as it kept burning, she was lost I. Thoughts while twisting a piece of leather she had found earlier. The weight of Elder Marcus's revelation earlier that day ran all through her mind. The truth about her father, the Rogue King, had broken what little was left of the delicate world she had been trying to establish with Alexander. And now, with Alpha Damien’s blood still hot on their trail, the stakes were higher than ever.Alexander could feel it in his bones the pull between them was stronger than it had ever been, but so were the barriers that kept them apart. She had undergone numerous chan

The moonlight hung low on the Moonshadow Pack grounds illuminating it. Emily's heart raced as the vision disturbed her sleep, in the cold air her breath became hazy. Broken memories of treachery, blood, and fire pushed its way to the surface as she trembled as a searing. Alexander drew her close and wrapped his arms around her from behind sensing her discomfort. The cold perspiration that was trickling down her neck clashed with his warmth. Even though her senses indicated otherwise, she hoped the sight was just an illusion."You were there... in the fire," she mumbled. "You were bleeding. You said my name."Alexander stiffened. "That night," he said quietly, "I thought I lost you. I fought my way back from death... for you."Emotionally they were troubled. Emily faced him in an instant and searched his eyes for confirmation. As she did, a flash of silver glinted in the dark behind them. Someone was watching. Alexander’s head snapped toward the trees, his Beta instincts fully awakened

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

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