Novels by Solo J wright

Nasir's POVThe abyss roared like a starved beast at its edge where I stood. Shadows clawed at my flesh, cold fingers promising nothingness and yet I did not flinch for the first time in my life. I was not doubtful about what needed to be done as I was ready to take a step in.At my back Trinity's scream ripped through the cave, tearing me asunder. The bond between us wailed sharp and ruthless, begging me not to do what I had already decided. Her pain whipped through my chest, but that only steeled my resolve.I had harmed her once, insulted,degraded and hurt her pride when we were young and I couldn't take that back but I could give my life, soul and my love for her life."Nasir, no!" she screamed, the echo of her footsteps taking up the space as she ran toward me then i turned, meeting her untamed eyes as she was glowing not with fear but with unadulterated power. Light flickered across her skin, blending with darkness in a way I couldn't quite understand. She had been marked by t

Trinity's POVThe silence after Morgana's scream was suffocating and shadows that had filled the cavern mere seconds ago receded like darkness itself was afraid. My chest ached, every gasp tasting like ash and fear and the air was heavy with unnatural quiet, too thick and too calculated.... this wasn't over.Nasir's arm was tight around me, his body substantial in a way I'd once despised and now clung to like oxygen. His wolf resonated in sync with mine, golden heat seeping into my flesh and we both felt that hum under the earth, a beat that didn't fit here."She's gone" Nasir growled, his amber eyes scanning the burned-out cavern, but the set of his jaw told me that he didn't believe his own words."No" I panted "Not gone, she was afraid"And it was that which gave me the worst shiver. Morgana, who had reveled in cruelty and blackness, had screamed not in defeat but in terror. Something greater lingered, something even she had not been afraid to face.".The stones beneath my feet tre

Nasir's POVHer voice is weak just like a whisper but hers. Trinity's voice."Hold on, Nasir… hold on" she saidThe voice tore through me like lightning cutting through darkness above. In one instant, I forgot shadows closing around me, forgot poison dripping off Morgana's lips, forgot the choking shroud of hopelessness she was trying to wrap me in.She was alive, then the bond between us flickered weakly like embers smoldering beneath ash but embers would continue to smolder. Embers would continue to set the darkness alight.I snarled at eyes that were not hers but still claimed her flesh "I heard her" I growled, my voice harsh and low with rebellion "You don't claim her, Morgana. You never will"Her smirk faltered for the first time and by mere hair's breadth but I saw it and I felt it then a crack in her ever-present haughtiness."You believe a whisper will rescue you?" she spat, shadows curling like snakes around her fingertips. "She's weak. She's floundering and i'm the one keepi

Morgana's POVOh, the sweet silence and their bond flickered again, tenuous and frail, and I felt it run through me like strands of silk being pulled asunder. The Alpha's terror sluiced off him in waves and I drank it in like a desiccated wolf savoring blood for the first time in ages.Poor battered Trinity fought from inside but her little fists against my cell barely left a scratch. She was a bird in a cage, flapping wildly as I opened her wings to make my own escape.Nasir's amber eyes burned with wild rage. He shook the body we shared, like Trinity would somehow reappear if he shook her hard enough Dumb man.I nipped her lips into a sneer "That vacancy in your eyes suits you, Alpha. Does it hurt losing her piece by piece?"His grip on my wrists grew tighter "You won't win cos she's stronger than you think"I laughed a laugh that sounded in the room like breaking glass "Stronger? Oh, I've enjoyed her strength. Bitter, sweet, twisted with fear and that girl is drowning in self-doubt

Nasir's POVThe world froze the moment her hand burst forth, black fire charring in a mad arc and for an impossible beat, I could've sworn to see every flicker of that damned flame albeit, alive, hungry and writhing with Morgana's venom. It wasn't Trinity, it couldn't be but it was her hand, her fingers and her power."Trinity" The word tore from my mouth like a war cry and my wolf churned inside me, struggling against my ribs, demanding I protect her at all costs. My instincts were screaming at me to dodge, to survive but my heart anchored me to the ground and to flee would be to let Morgana believe she had already won. The fire hit and it wasn't sun-warmth or flame-burning from a regular fire, this was not the same, it burrowed inside the skin, clawing for bone, drawing breath in blasphemies that twined themselves around my veins and my knees buckled but i straightened them, clenching teeth so hard i thought they'd break.Out of the smoke haze, her gaze crossed with mine. Not Morga

Trinity’s POVIt was like being buried alive and I could see and feel everything, the cold night air against my skin, the heat of Nasir’s grip still burning on my arms and the ragged breaths tearing through my lungs but I wasn't the one moving. My body belonged to someone else now...Morgana.Her laughter rippled through my chest, spilling from my lips, it wasn’t my voice anymore as it carried a richness, a venom that wasn’t human.Nasir staggered to his feet, his chest heaving, blood dripping from a wound across his ribs. His eyes glowed like molten amber, fixed on me with disbelief and dread “Trinity” His voice cracked on my name.My lips curled into a smile. I didn't choose “Not anymore” Morgana purred, stepping toward him and each stride was mine but not mine “You’re staring at the end of your world Alpha.”No, I screamed inside, beating against the walls of my mind. Don’t listen to her Nasir. It’s me and I'm still here but he couldn’t hear me.Nasir’s jaw clenched, fury sparking i

Sharon’s POVThe stream glimmered faintly beneath the rays of sunlight filtering through the thick canopy. It looked almost peaceful, like it belonged to another world, one untouched by violence or the problems of men.But there was a problem.“You can’t be serious,” I said, but he ignored me, casually shedding his clothes. I was about to decline the bath but the thought of spending another day with all this dirt on my skin made me shudder.“Don’t look,” I said the moment he stepped closer to the water.He gave a low chuckle. “I promised, didn’t I?”Still, I wasn’t convinced.We stripped down to our undergarments, each of us standing at opposite ends of the shallow stream, backs turned. The water was icy against my skin, but it was clean. the first clean thing I had touched in days. I cupped my hands and let the coolness soothe my neck and face.But my mind was not calm.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about Morris. His face, his touch, his voice, it all played in

Sharon’s POVWhen my eyes fluttered open, I half expected to find the soft drapes of my chamber ceiling or the golden morning light slipping through Morris’s balcony curtains. For a moment, I convinced myself it had all been a terrible dream. the ambush, the men, the forest, the pain, all of it.But then reality hit like a storm. The cold, uneven ground beneath me. The sharp scent of smoke and damp stone. The low crackle of fire echoing faintly against the walls of a cave.And him.Aemond.He was sitting by the entrance, his back to the morning light that streamed faintly through the cracks in the rock. His piercing blue eyes were on me. His features were unreadable, almost too calm for someone who had kidnapped a pregnant woman.It wouldn’t surprise me if this wasn’t his first time.I sighed, long and heavy, pressing a trembling hand to my forehead. So it wasn’t a dream after all. I was still here. I was still trapped, cold, and exhausted. My head throbbed where one of his men had s

Morris’s POVThe letter lay before me on my desk, its edges crumpled from how tightly I had been gripping it. My hands trembled. not out of fear, but out of a fury so deep it burned through every vein in my body. The words on the parchment were written in a familiar, jagged scrawl that made my blood boil.“We have the girl. You have three days. Come alone and unarmed to the cliffs along the Blackwood forest. One wrong move and she dies. See you soon, brother.”At the bottom of the page was his signature. Aemond Blackfyre.The name alone was enough to make my jaw clench so hard I thought my teeth would shatter.That traitor. That murderer. The man who had taken so much from me had her.Every second she spends with him was putting her at great risk.My Sharon.I read the letter again, over and over, as though I could force the words to change. As though I could throw the threat away. But no matter how many times I traced the ink, it stayed the same.A knock on the door tore me from my

Roland’s POVI sat lazily on the edge of my bed, shirt halfway unbuttoned, a glass of whiskey in my hand. The warmth of it burned pleasantly down my throat. Across from me stood one of the new maids. Ella, I think that was her name.I’m not sure.Then again, why should I care?She had her head bowed, fingers trembling as she folded freshly pressed clothes on the dresser.“Come now,” I said, voice smooth, confident, the tone of command that always made others obey. “You don’t have to be so stiff. You’ve been working all day. Relax a little.”Her hands froze mid-fold. “I–I’m fine, Alpha,” she murmured, eyes glued to the fabric, never daring to meet mine.That shyness, that fragile trembling, it amused me. There was something almost thrilling about it. I leaned back, watching her from head to toe, letting my gaze linger longer than necessary. The poor girl swallowed hard, clearly uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. Why should I? I was the Alpha. No one could say no to me. No one dared.“Yo

Sharon’s POVRage.That was all I felt when the name Aemond sank into my ears. It boiled inside me, hot and wild, cutting through the fear that had been holding me hostage since I woke up in this godforsaken place. I couldn’t believe it, it’s him. The man who had betrayed Morris, destroyed his life, and turned his heart to stone was standing right in front of me, breathing the same air I was.I don’t know why I felt as much rage as I did. One would think I was the one he betrayed.The fact that I am looking at the same man who made Morris who he is now cold, distant, broken.My heart pounded against my chest as I looked up at him. He seemed almost amused by my silence, his scar catching the glow of the moon like a cruel reminder of his past sins.“You,” I whispered, my voice trembling not from fear this time, but from fury. “You’re the monster who ruined him.”Aemond’s smirk faded slightly. “Oh?”“You heard me. You had no right to be bitter. You betrayed your own alpha, Aemond! You s

Sharon’s POVWhen I woke up, it felt like my skull was being split in two. My head throbbed so violently that I thought the world itself was spinning out of control. The first thing I saw was the dim glow of the firelight. It was orange and flickering, shadows moving around me like ghosts.Then I realized they weren’t ghosts.They were men.Six of them. rough, dangerous-looking men with eyes as cold as stone. Their clothes were dirty, torn in places, and their bodies were covered in scars that told stories I didn’t want to imagine. One of them noticed I was awake and nudged another.I tried to sit up, but my hands were tied behind my back, my ankles bound with thick rope. Panic flooded through me, sharp and suffocating.“Who are you?” I demanded, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound brave. “Where am I?”None of them answered. Not a word.The only sound came from the crackling of the fire and the occasional rustle of leaves as the wind blew through the trees. We were outside,

SELENE'S POV.The days had stretched long and long since Dairus left me in the guest chamber. I wondered why Caelum had not come back for me after the last time he came and I hid. Has he been warned by Dairus, the great warlord, never to come to his pack, or has he just decided not to come again? Whichever one, staying, I think it's well, though all is not moving smoothly with me.The guard assigned to watch over me barely attends to me. He barely looked my way. He brought food once a day, sometimes late, sometimes not at all. Some nights I went to sleep hungry, staring at the cracked ceiling and wondering if this was better than death.But deep down, I knew it was still better than being in Caelum's pack.. At least here, no one touched me, no one dragged me by the hair, or threatened to break my bones for breathing wrong. The silence here, though cold and empty, was safer than Caelum's cruelty. I know Caelum would definitely come for me, let me enjoy my peace while it lasts.One of

DAIRUS'S POV.As soon as I heard the footsteps and the sound of my warriors approaching. I left Selene in the guest room without another glance. My heart has always been to know the outcome of the battle my warriors went to. I don't joke with anyone anytime I send my warriors for any battle without going with them. I'm always on alert to get their feedback. War was the only thing that ever made sense to me. Emotions could be tamed, but the rage of battle could never be silenced.I marched faster as their footsteps were getting closer.By the time I reached the pack's meeting hall, the scent of blood, sweat, and fear hung so heavy in the air. My warriors were battered, wounded, though some did not have any injury. The moment I stepped in, the room fell silent. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, his growl echoing in my chest."What happened?" My voice thundered through the hall, making even the walls tremble.The leader of my warriors stepped forward, his arm in a sling, his armor tor

DAIRUS'S POV.After the warriors left, the pack had just begun to breathe again, a shallow inhale after the warriors stamped out for battle. For a few heartbeats I let myself believe Blackwood was right: the weight on my chest would loosen. That illusion died the moment I heard a voice.It started as a single thin shout from the direction of the holding wing where Selene was kept. I ignored the shout. Pride and the exhaustion of days of sleep-starved vigilance told me to ignore it. Then the voice rose, raw and shredded and my wolf answered before I did."Selene."It was her name that cut through everything. The sound was hitting me differently. I decided to ignore it while I waited for my warriors to come back, or to listen to see if they would need any assistance from me or the other warriors. I was still outside when the sound came a third time; this time, my wolf whimpered in my head, and I couldn't help but go and see the reason for the shout and who was making it, even though I

DAIRUS'S POV.When I entered the Crescent Claws Pack, the place looked more mysterious than ever. The cold mist floating around the ground made the air feel most sacred. My heart kept racing as I walked past the sentries, their heads bowed in respect.Alpha Blackwood's chamber is in the middle of the pack. I pushed open the doors and stepped inside.He was already there, seated in an oak chair, a faint smile dancing across his face. His silver eyes gleamed like the moonlight. He looked very calm but full of wisdom."Alpha Dairus, " he greeted warmly, rising from his chair."You've come sooner than I thought."I blinked, taken aback."You knew I was coming?He chuckled softly, walking towards me with open arms. "I got the signal yesterday."Despite his welcoming tone, my chest felt heavy. I had barely slept, and the dream still burned vividly in my mind. My voice trembled slightly as I spoke."I.....I don't understand what's happening anymore. These dreams are so real and I can't lay m

DAIRUS'S POV.That coffee that I took really helped me. I didn't know when sleep finally claimed me but when it did, it dragged me into a world of dreams again. I kept wondering why all these were happening. This time I was not surrounded by darkness or flames, I stood in the middle of a forest, very quiet and familiar.The air there was so cool and heavy at the same time. The moon was shining so brightly. I turned around slowly, and then I realized where I was. It was at that spot where I met Selene when she was escaping from Caelum's pack.I felt shivers down my spine. The memory flashed in my mind."What am I doing here?" I muttered under my breath, stepping cautiously over the moss-covered group.The wind whispered through the trees, low and eerie. I was still standing there. Suddenly it now looked like a desert, everywhere became so dry and all I could see was the sand. The air there now became hot. I started walking trying to see if I could find a place to take shade. As I was w

DAIRUS'S POV.I didn't utter a single word when my beta told me that Caelum had come to my pack and beaten one of my guards for lying to him. I simply turned and walked straight to my chambers. It was unlike me. Everyone expected an explosion, rage, threat, and action. But silence is far deadlier than fury. And mine carried the weight of storms unfolding.If I were in my good frame of mind, as a war Alpha, I wouldn't wait a minute to go to Ironfang Pack to deal with them but that was not the thing on my mind.Ever since that night, the night my brother appeared holding a glowing scroll, I haven't known peace. The vision had been so vivid that even after I woke up, I could still feel the warmth of his presence and the strange hum of power in the air. My brother... the one I buried with my own hands.That dream I had was my first time seeing him after he died. The way the dream happened I knew it was a message but I can really pinpoint what it is and that has been disturbing me since th