Novels by FRANKOPHONE

Author’s POVThe airport buzzed with life—announcements echoing through the speakers, travelers hurrying to catch their flights, rolling suitcases and sleepy children in tow.Damian walked silently, a cap pulled low over his brow, his bag clutch tightly in his hand. For the hundredth time, his chest tightened with a mix of pain and longing. He thought of turning back but then again he convinced himself that leaving was necessary. It didn't have to be convenient but it was the right thing to do.He walked towards the boarding gate, his steps slowed and just then a voice—sharp and familiar—cut through the noise in the airport like a thunderclap.“DAMIAN!!!”Heads turned backwards.His steps halted.That voice belonged to that woman.“Damian, wait!”He spun around just as Elara burst through the crowd, sprinting toward him. Her sundress gown flapped wildly in the wind and her hair was a tangled mess from the rush. She slipped and fell hard on the airport floor, pain throbbing at her side

Author's POVThe doctor stepped out of the room with a tired but reassuring smile. Damian, sitting in the hallway with bandages wrapped around his ribs and leg, stood up immediately and approached her slowly.“She’s stable,” the doctor said. “Whatever force brought her back… it was strong. It was a miracle! She just needs rest now. She’ll wake up soon.”Damian exhaled deeply, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. But the relief was brief. He nodded, murmuring a quiet “thank you.” The doctor nodded slowly, and made her way out of the palace.Damian stood , eyes glancing through the empty hallway for a moment longer before he walked back toward the corner of the hallway where he had kept a bag—already packed with clothes and some essentials.His eyes flickered toward the room where Elara slept. Peaceful. Unaware, and his chest tightened with a mix of pain and guilt.He pulled out the divorce papers she had given him months ago—the ones he had kept, unsigned, tucked away in guil

Author's POV“Why are you taking so long,” the Rogue king growled, his patience wearing thin.Kael towards his father, his face crumpled in a mix of confusion and fear. “I don't know what's happening, father.“ Behind him, Elara jolted away and before anyone realized what was happening, she shifted into a feral wolf.The Rogue king was the first to notice her. “What?“ He screamed. “Kael moves away.“Kael tried to turn but then her wolf elongated its claws and ripped his head away from his neck, blood pooling beneath him.Fear gripped everyone as Kael's head rolled off like a ball. The Rogue king's legs buckled at the sight of his son being butchered like an animal. He stumbled backward and fell to the floor sharply. “Noooo…. Kael.“Elara's wolf jumped off from the bed, her eyes glowing dangerously. She started approaching the warriors, her paws hitting the floor sharply.The warrior's eyes were wide with fear as they tried to escape but one after the other, she hunted them down befor

Author's POV “You're really stupid to come alone, aren't you?“ The Rogue king sneered, his disdain filled eyes glued on Damian.Damian wasn't listening to him. His attention was on Elara who was at a corner inside the warehouse. She laid unconsciously on the bed, her chest rising and falling with the aid of the life support machine.The king continued. “You're crazy to come here alone.“Damian turned back to the Rogue king. “You should keep to your word. You said you were going to let us Elara go if I come alone.“The king exchanged glances with his warriors and they all burst into laughter. “You really think I will let you both go?“ He asked, slamming his fists on the armrests of the wooden chair he's seated on. “Look at what my son had turned to, you asshole.“ His gaze flickered towards Kael who was shoving food in his mouth like a hungry lion.“Your son did worse to us,” Damian said. “Your son killed his own child and the woman who had supported him for years. He is a monster—just

Author's POVThe next day.9. P. M. Damian paced his room, heart pounding and his phone clutched tightly in his hands. The Rogue king has not called since yesterday nor has he sent the address.Damian had tried to call the number but all to no avail. It keeps getting connected to voicemail.Did he change his mind? But he won't forget about his son, would he?Minutes passed, a beep finally came on his phone. Gomez quickly lifted the phone. Too quickly. His wide eyes reading through the message.“Come to Royal Valley path. Alone with Kael.“Royal Valley path?Of course he knows the place quite well. It was a lonely path just after the Cadman Pack. It was the place where Damian's family were killed, and the Rogue king found him there days later.Damian's hands trembled slightly. The mere name of that place traumatised him. The memories of his family's being ripped apart clawed back.Why would the Rogue king choose that location out of the numerous locations?Is he finally admitting tha

Author's POV “Where the hell is my wife?“ Damian asked, his voice thundering through the doctor's office. His eyes blazing like fire threatening to consume everything in its path. For the past three hours, the entire hospital has been torn upside down but Elara is nowhere to be found. The CCTV has been checked but there was no coverage that could lead them to who might have taken her.The doctor's eyes narrowed in a mix of confusion and fear, her hands trembling slightly. “Alpha…… please calm down,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.“Calm down.“ Damian shot up to his feet, slamming his fists on her desk. “Don't you dare tell me to calm down. This is my wife we're talking about,” he spat, through gritted teeth, his blood boiling over.Gomez, who had been silent all this while stepped closer. His jaw clenched tightly. “Damian…..“ he placed a hand on his shoulders. “Calm down, please.“Damian snapped his head at him but he didn't say a word. Just his heart pounding faster wit

Maya's POV "Not everyone. But enough that her name became a curse among both species." Lucien paused. "There's a prophecy that she would be reborn. That another White Luna would rise and face the same choice, unite the supernatural world or destroy it trying." The implications hit me like a physical blow. "You think I'm her reincarnation." "I think your bloodline carries her power. Whether you're literally her reborn or simply her descendant, the result is the same. You have abilities that could change everything for our world." "No pressure or anything," I muttered, taking a shaky sip of coffee. "Maya." Lucien reached across the table, his hand hovering near mine but not quite touching. Always giving me the choice. "I know this is overwhelming. But you don't have to face it alone." "Don't I?" I looked up at him. "Everyone keeps saying they want to help, but what they really want is to control what I do with this power. Your vampire council sent you to assess whether I'm a thre

Maya's POV The dream came again, more vivid than ever. I stood on a battlefield soaked in blood, the moon hanging enormous and red in a sky choked with smoke. Around me, wolves and vampires tore each other apart with savage fury. The screams were deafening, howls of pain, roars of rage, the wet sound of fangs meeting flesh. And in the center of it all stood a woman with hair like moonlight and eyes that glowed silver-blue. She raised her hands, and power erupted from her palms, pure white light that sent both wolves and vampires flying backward. "Enough!" Her voice echoed across the battlefield like thunder. "This war ends now!" But they didn't listen. They never listened. And as I watched, the woman's expression changed from hope to heartbreak to something darker. Something that looked like resignation. "If you will not choose peace," she said quietly, "then I choose for you." The light turned dark. Shadow and silver mixed into something terrible and beautiful, and the woman, t

Jaxon's POV I hesitated, weighing my options. Coach Morrison was no-nonsense, practical to a fault. He didn't believe in superstitions or gut feelings, he believed in stats and performance. "It's Nightshade," I said finally. "Something's not right about him." "Not right how?" "His performance. It's too good. Too consistent. Nobody improves that fast naturally." The coach raised an eyebrow. "You think he's doping?" "I think he's on something." It wasn't exactly a lie. Being a vampire was definitely "something." "That's a serious accusation, Cross." Coach's voice went hard. "You got any proof?" "His reflexes are inhuman. You saw that catch during the scrimmage.." "I saw an excellent athlete make an excellent play," Coach interrupted. "What I didn't see was any evidence of performance-enhancing drugs." "But.." "Listen to me." Coach moved closer, his eyes boring into mine. "I understand this is hard for you. Nightshade shows up and suddenly you're not the only star on the team

Jaxon's POV The accuracy of his observation made my blood boil. "You don't know anything about me." "I know you're in love with Maya Cross," Lucien said simply. "I know you think I'm a threat to her. And I know you're willing to risk the championship game because you can't set aside your personal feelings long enough to work with me." "You arrogant.." "Cross! Nightshade! Center ice, now!" We skated to where Coach stood, his expression thunderous. "I don't know what's going on between you two, and frankly, I don't care," Coach said. "But this team doesn't work if our two best players are at each other's throats. So here's what's going to happen. Full-speed scrimmage. Cross and Nightshade versus the rest of the offensive line. You're going to score three goals in five minutes, or you're both benched for the championship." My stomach dropped. "Coach, that's impossible. The offensive line has six guys.." "Then you better figure out how to work together." Coach blew his whistle. "

Jaxon's POV The sound of skates cutting across ice had always been my meditation. The cold air burning my lungs, the weight of the stick in my hands, the perfect focus required to send a puck exactly where I wanted it, this was where I felt most in control. Except I wasn't in control anymore. Not since Lucien Nightshade had joined the team two weeks ago. "Alright, listen up!" Coach Morrison's voice boomed across the rink, sharp and commanding. "The championship game against Silverwood is in three days. Three days to prove we're not just another team that chokes when it matters." I tightened my grip on my stick, watching as the team gathered around Coach. Thirty guys who'd been working their asses off all season, and now we had a ringer who didn't even need to try. "Cross and Nightshade, front and center." My jaw clenched. Of course. Lucien glided forward with that effortless grace that made my teeth grind. He wasn't even breathing hard, despite the fact that we'd been doing dri

Ronan's POV "Then trust that I can handle myself." She moved closer to me, and for a moment, I saw the Maya I'd fallen for, strong, determined, beautiful. "I know you're scared for me. I know you think you're protecting me. But I don't need protection. I need support. And if you can't give me that..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to. I looked between Maya and Lucien, seeing the way she stood between us, literally and figuratively. Seeing how she looked at him with something I couldn't quite identify. Trust, maybe. Or curiosity. Or something more dangerous. The rational part of my mind screamed that I should try harder, should find a way to make her see reason. But the part of me that loved her, that had always loved her, knew that pushing harder would only drive her further away. "He's manipulating you," I said one last time, my voice barely above a whisper. "And when you finally see it, I hope it's not too late." "And what if you're wrong?" Maya challenged.