Novel-novel oleh Ella Wealth

The void’s silence was absolute, a suffocating absence where the sea cliffs, the ocean’s roar, and the world itself had dissolved. The mark on my chest was no longer a burn but a supernova, its pulse the only tether to Lyra, the spark whose form flickered beside me, her shard a blinding star in her trembling hands, her blue eyes, my eyes, shattered with grief yet fierce with defiance. The dagger in my grip was molten, its symbols blazing, syncing with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s soul, now a dying ember in the face of annihilation. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a fading echo through my breaking heart, our shared fight extinguished by the truth: the sacrifice was me, the lock, my life to seal the Veil, to save the world, every soul, every star, every breath or let it all unravel into nothingness. The quartet lock, spark, flame, void was ours, but the shadow’s silence, the void’s consuming pull, and the Architect’s radiant presence were the endgame, and my choice

The void of the sacrifice faded, leaving us sprawled on the sea cliffs, the ocean’s roar a brutal reminder of the world still clinging to existence. The mark on my chest was a furnace, its searing pulse chaining me to the shadow, the void, and Lyra the spark whose crumpled form beside me was both my strength and my breaking point, her shard blazing in her trembling hands, her blue eyes, my eyes, hollow with terror yet fierce with defiance. The dagger at my hip burned, its symbols flaring like dying stars, pulsing in desperate sync with her shard, tying us to the Veil’s soul, now a fraying thread holding the world together. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a fading pulse through my shattering resolve, our shared fight a spark against the unbearable truth: the sacrifice demanded one of us lock, spark, or void to give everything, or existence itself, every soul, every star, every breath, would dissolve into nothingness. The quartet lock, spark, flame, void was ours, but th

The severing’s maelstrom collapsed, spitting us onto the sea cliffs with a force that drove the breath from my lungs, the ocean’s roar a deafening pulse against the silence of the reapers’ chant. The mark on my chest blazed, an inferno binding me to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra, the spark, whose trembling form beside me was both lifeline and wound, her shard scorching in her grip, her blue eyes, my eyes, wild with terror yet fierce with unyielding resolve. The dagger at my hip seared, its symbols flaring like stars, pulsing in frantic sync with her shard, tying us to the Veil’s heart, now teetering on the brink of collapse. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a desperate thread through my crumbling strength, our shared fight a dying ember against the choice we’d made, balance, not chaos, not control, but its cost was no longer a storm; it was annihilation. The quartet lock, spark, flame, void was ours, but the shadow’s scream, the void’s devouring pull, the fla

The binding’s radiant chamber faded, hurling us back onto the sea cliffs, the ocean’s roar a jarring pulse against the silence of the binders’ chant. The mark on my chest seared, a blazing tether to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra, the spark whose trembling presence beside me was both lifeline and weight, her shard glowing fiercely, her blue eyes, my eyes, wide with fear yet hardened with resolve. The dagger at my hip burned, its symbols pulsing wildly, syncing with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s heart, now stronger but teetering on a knife’s edge. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a desperate anchor through my exhaustion, our shared fight a fading ember against the choice we’d made, balance, not chaos, not control, but its cost was no longer a shadow; it was a storm, and the quartet, lock, spark, flame, void, was no longer just ours. The shadow’s scream, the void’s hollow pull, the flame’s fading whisper, "you did it," and the Architect’s unseen presence we

The reckoning’s blinding plane dissolved, spitting us onto the cold, jagged rocks of the sea cliffs, the ocean’s roar a stark contrast to the judges’ silent chant. The mark on my chest pulsed, a heavy tether to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra the spark whose steady presence beside me felt like both anchor and burden, her shard glowing faintly, her blue eyes, my eyes, shadowed with exhaustion but burning with resolve. The dagger at my hip was warm, its symbols flickering, pulsing in sync with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s newly strengthened heart, a fragile victory against the chaos we’d faced. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a lifeline through my bone-deep weariness, our shared fight a flicker of hope against the choice we’d made balance, not chaos, not control but its cost lingered, a weight we couldn’t ignore: one stays, one guards, one ends, one breaks. The quartet lock, spark, flame, void was ours, and the reckoning had held, but the shadow’s scream

The Origin’s starlit platform faded as we stumbled back into the world, the glowing path dissolving into the rough stone of the sea cliffs, the night air sharp with salt and the distant crash of waves. The mark on my chest pulsed, a steady ache binding me to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra—the spark—whose quiet steps beside me echoed my own, her shard glowing softly, her blue eyes, my eyes, heavy with the weight of what we’d faced. The dagger at my hip was warm, its symbols flickering, pulsing in time with her shard, tying us to the Veil’s strengthened but still fragile heart. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a lifeline through my exhaustion, our shared fight a faint light against the choice that loomed: one stays, one guards, one ends, one breaks. The quartet—lock, spark, flame, void—was ours, and the Origin had held, but the shadow’s scream, the void’s hollow whisper, and the flame’s fading plea, you did it, were warnings that our war was far from won.Lucian

Clarissa’s POVThe days following my encounter with Derek and my meeting with Drey became really hazy. I became confused and knew that I needed to seek counsel fast. Camelia’s house was locked the last time I visited and I heard that she went on a journey. Upon hearing that she had returned, I decided to visit her and seek her counsel. As I walked through the forest, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was a way to clear the fog inside my mind. Derek and Drey- both of them were pulling at me, but in different ways. I loved them both, in different times and for different reasons. But what did that even mean?Could I choose? Was it even possible to decide between the two?My steps grew more deliberate, and soon I found myself in front of Camelia’s modest home. I knocked twice, the sound echoing in the night. A moment later, the door opened, and there stood Camelia, with her dark eyes searching me, already sensing the conflict within me.“You’ve come,” she said softly. “I knew you would

Clarissa’s POVThe days following my encounter with Derek and my meeting with Drey became really hazy. I became confused and knew that I needed to seek counsel fast. Camelia’s house was locked the last time I visited and I heard that she went on a journey. Upon hearing that she had returned, I decided to visit her and seek her counsel. As I walked through the forest, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was a way to clear the fog inside my mind. Derek and Drey- both of them were pulling at me, but in different ways. I loved them both, in different times and for different reasons. But what did that even mean?Could I choose? Was it even possible to decide between the two?My steps grew more deliberate, and soon I found myself in front of Camelia’s modest home. I knocked twice, the sound echoing in the night. A moment later, the door opened, and there stood Camelia, with her dark eyes searching me, already sensing the conflict within me.“You’ve come,” she said softly. “I knew you would

Clarissa’s POV Life, sometimes, presents one with surprises that one doesn't expect. Who would have thought that I, Clarissa, a blind, rejected and despised Omega would be a force everyone wants to reckon with?Of all the surprises I least expected, it was Derek's return. He returned and began to chase me with the intention of getting us back to where we were before things suddenly turned sour.I could feel the way he related with me like I was the answer to every question he'd never asked. Like I was a miracle he had once touched and lost. That shook something loose in me, something I had buried so deep I thought it had died.But love doesn’t die. It waits.I clenched my fists as I remembered his voice calling my name after the battle. The way he staggered toward me, ignoring the wounds he must have sustained during the battle and the tiredness he felt. I could feel the way he looked at me. “Clarissa…” he had said, like it was a prayer.And just like that, everything I had held to

The night after the battle, I found myself standing at the edge of the Crescent Moon forest, staring at the darkness like it might swallow the guilt in my chest. The war was over. Clarissa had fought like a storm. She was fierce, untouchable and alive. I'd never seen her that way before, and I couldn’t shake off the attitude she gave me when we met across the battlefield. Though blind, she looked confused, pained and angry.She hadn’t expected me to be on the battlefield and I could see it in the way her hand faltered around her blade for just a second. But more than that, I knew what she saw. She saw me, the one who’d broken her heart without warning, and now wanted her back.I didn’t blame her for walking away.I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I was no longer conscious of my environment. Then, I had a vision.In this vision, the moon was full. I was alone in my room, the air was thick with old memories and the smell of blood from the fight. I hadn’t meant to call on anything.

Clarissa's POV The battle wasn’t over yet.I could hear the howls,the screams, the clash of claws and bodies. The air was thick with dust and the sharp, bitter smell of blood. The earth beneath my feet shook as warriors fell, some crying out, others silent. I could taste the fear in the air.But I didn’t stop.I couldn’t.Each breath burned my throat, each step was a struggle, but I moved forward. Blind as I was, I could still feel the fight around me. I felt the energy, the movement, and the rage of every soul on this field. My wolf guided me. The instincts buried deep in my bones had taken over. Every heartbeat was a signal, every change in the wind told me where to turn.Then suddenly, something changed.There was a new scent.It was familiar and sharp. It was like cold steel and brought back old memories.And the moment I sensed him, I froze.Derek.His presence sliced through the chaos like a blade through silk.I stood there, my body rigid, my claws trembling at my sides. My he

Drey's POV Trouble!I could smell the tension in the air long before I saw anything. It was sharp, metallic, and heavy. It was a scent I knew all too well.War was approaching, and it was doing so at a very fast rate.The knock on my door was so frantic such that one couldn't ignore it.I opened it to find Owen, one of the younger scouts, breathless and wide-eyed. "They're coming. The Crescent Moon pack. They're moving fast and they'll be here before dawn."My chest tightened. We'd known this would happen, but not this soon. Not like this."How many?" I asked.He shook his head, eyes glassy. "Too many, they should be att least fifty warriors. Maybe more. They're armed."I nodded once, silently. My heart hammered in my chest, but I couldn’t let the fear show. Not now."Sound the alarm. Wake the guards. Get the warriors to the yard in five minutes."Owen ran off, and I turned to throw on my gear. My thoughts were racing, but one name rose above the noise: Clarissa.Was she even alive?