Romans de 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 Dawn broke over the city in shades of pink and gold, beautiful and terrible. We sat in Ronan's car three blocks from the Purge Initiative headquarters, watching the sunrise and knowing some of us might not see another."The building is surrounded," Ronan said, lowering his binoculars. "News vans, protesters, police barricades. They've turned this into a spectacle."I could see it even from here. Crowds had gathered on both sides of the street. Some held signs saying "Protect Humanity" and "End the Monster Threat." Others carried signs reading "Supernatural Rights" and "We Are All Human." The division was stark and frightening.News helicopters circled overhead like vultures. Camera crews set up positions at every angle. The Purge Initiative had orchestrated this perfectly. A public execution broadcast to the world, legitimized by the appearance of due process and public support."There she is," Lucien said quietly.I followed his gaze to the building's facade. Through mass

Ronan's POV They stayed like that for a moment, and I felt something twist in my chest. Not jealousy exactly. More like bittersweet acceptance.Maya pulled back and looked at all of us. "So we have what? Vampires, werewolves, DSA equipment. How many fighters total?"I did the math in my head. "Five vampires including Selene. Five werewolves from Jaxon's father's pack. The four of us. Fourteen total.""Against how many hunters?" Lucien asked."The Purge Initiative has at least two hundred trained operatives based on the files I stole," I said grimly. "Plus whatever local hunters they can recruit. We're looking at overwhelming odds.""We've faced worse," Jaxon said. Though I wasn't sure when.Maya stood and walked to the window, looking out at the dark parking lot. "Fourteen fighters. Most of us are exhausted or injured. Going up against hundreds of trained hunters in their own headquarters." She turned back to us, and despite everything, she was smiling. "I like our chances.""You're

Ronan's POV We regrouped at a rundown motel on the outskirts of town. The kind of place that didn't ask questions when four people covered in dust and blood paid cash for two rooms. Maya collapsed onto one of the beds immediately, barely conscious. Lucien sat against the wall, still recovering. Jaxon paced like a caged animal.And I stared at Isabella's message, reading it over and over, hoping the words would change.They didn't."We have to save her," Maya said quietly. Her eyes were closed but she wasn't sleeping. "Sarah doesn't deserve to die.""It's a trap." Lucien's voice was weak but certain. "The Purge Initiative knows you'll come. They're using Sarah as bait to draw you out."Maya's eyes snapped open. "I don't care.""You should care." Lucien pushed himself up straighter, wincing at the movement. "You have a five million dollar bounty on your head. They'll sacrifice one supernatural student if it means capturing the White Luna. The moment you show your face, every hunter in

Jaxon'sPOV"Love?" She looked up at me, confused and vulnerable."You love him, Maya. That's why your power is out of control. You're terrified of losing him." I squeezed her shoulder. "But love isn't just the terror of loss. It's also a sacrifice. Trust. Choosing to save someone even when it costs you something."The warehouse groaned again. We were out of time."I just gave blood to the vampire I hate most in this world," I continued. "Because saving him means protecting you from the pain of losing him. That's love too. Not romantic love, but something just as real. Understanding what matters and acting on it."Maya's eyes widened with understanding. I could see the shift happening inside her. The wild panic in her expression began to calm.She looked at me, really looked at me. "You sacrificed for him. For me.""We're pack, Maya. All of us. Even the bloodsucker." I managed a small smile. "Now save his life so I don't regret wasting perfectly good werewolf blood."She actually laugh

Jaxon's POV Time stopped. I watched Viktor's hand withdraw from Lucien's chest in horrible slow motion. Blood, dark and thick, poured from the wound. Lucien's eyes were wide with shock, his mouth open in a silent scream.Then he collapsed.The sound of his body hitting the concrete snapped time back to normal speed. Everything happened at once.Maya screamed. Not a normal scream. This was something primal, torn from the deepest part of her soul. The sound made my wolf howl in distress inside my mind.Power erupted from her like a nuclear explosion.Silver-white light blazed outward in every direction. The metal walls of the warehouse groaned and buckled. Windows that were already broken shattered into finer pieces. The concrete floor cracked beneath her feet, fissures spreading outward like lightning."No, no, no, no!" Maya was on her knees beside Lucien, her hands hovering over his chest. Blood soaked through his shirt, spreading impossibly fast. "You can't die. You can't."Viktor l

Maya's POV But I couldn't stop. The grief was too big, too overwhelming. It was eating me alive from the inside out, and the power was eating everything else.I saw another flash of Lyralei. She was older now, wild-eyed and covered in blood. Thousands of vampires lay dead around her. An entire army was destroyed. And she was laughing and crying at the same time, completely mad with grief and power."I couldn't save them," she whispered to no one. "So I'll avenge them. Every last bloodsucker will pay."She'd lost herself completely to the grief. Let it consume her until there was nothing left but rage and pain and death.That's what would happen to me. I could feel it. The grief was pulling me down into a dark place where nothing mattered except the pain. Where I'd destroy everything and everyone, just like Lyralei had."Maya!" A different voice now. Lucien. "Maya, listen to me!"I opened my eyes. The world was bleached white with power. I could barely see through the storm of energy