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 POV The world for me has always been a map of sounds and feelings. I can’t see the sun but I can feel its warmth on my skin. I can’t see the trees but I can hear the wind rustling their leaves and smell the sweet scent of pine after it rains. My feet know the path from my small room to the great hall by the way the stone floor feels, smooth and cool, then rough where it was repaired after a fight long ago.I sat on the floor of my room with my back against the cool stone wall. The window was open and a soft breeze carried the smell of baking bread from the kitchen. I closed my eyes, even though it made no difference to what I saw. It helped me focus. I pushed away the smell of the bread and the sound of children playing outside. I sank down, deep inside myself, and listened to the pack.It was a sea of feelings. So many worries, like little waves splashing against me. Alpha Thompson had made everyone afraid. His rules were hard and his punishments were harder. The pack fel

Clarissa's POV Morning light meant little to me because I could not see it, but I could feel it. It came like a soft warmth on my face, slipping through the window beside my bed. Jasmine, my loyal dog, had been up before me. I could hear her tail brushing the floor and the quiet rhythm of her breathing as she waited for me to move.“Good morning, Jasmine,” I said softly.She barked once. That was a cheerful sound that always made me smile. I stretched, feeling the cool air touch my skin, and listened to the familiar sounds of the house waking up. Somewhere outside, I heard Tessy moving things around while humming to herself.It had been a long night. I had not slept well after the mindlink that came to me so suddenly. The voice had been soft and almost gentle, but was filled with urgency. It was Camellia. Her tone still echoed in my mind. “Clarissa, come to me tomorrow. There is something you must know.”I did not ask questions then. When Camellia called, it was never without reason.

Helen's POV The night was quiet, too quiet for comfort. I sat in my room, staring at the soft glow of the lantern on my table. I couldn’t sleep. My mind wouldn’t let me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Clarissa's face again. The blind girl who somehow returned stronger than before. The one everyone whispered about with awe, pity, or both.She was supposed to stay broken. That’s what people like her did. They fell and stayed down. But she hadn’t.And that… that made me hate her more than I wanted to admit.The council had welcomed her back like she was some savior. They spoke of her like she was an important personality, and how she carried something rare inside her. I didn’t care about any of that. All I saw was how easily the pack’s eyes turned from me to her. How they smiled at her, even though she couldn’t see them.I was part of the ruling council now. I had fought, schemed, and smiled my way to that seat. I had earned it. Yet, the moment she returned, it was as if my years

Clarissa's POV The hostility and animosity toward me from pack members had become painfully obvious. I remembered going to the kitchen one afternoon to get a cup of tea when a female pack member suddenly bumped into me. The cup slipped from my hands, shattered on the floor, and the hot liquid splashed across my feet. Instead of apologizing, she hissed and began hurling insults at me.I was called all sorts of unprintable names, yet I chose to walk away. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t her fault—or that of the others who treated me the same way. I knew whose hand was behind it all. Helen. She was poisoning their minds, planting seeds of hatred in their hearts.But the height of it all came one night after I had taken a warm shower. I was just getting ready to rest when someone knocked on the door. The messenger said Alpha Thompson had sent for me.I frowned, puzzled. “Did he say why?” Tessy asked, her tone sharp with concern.The messenger shook his head. “No, ma’am. I was only told to br

Derek’s POVI woke up drenched in sweat, my breath coming in shallow bursts. The room was silent, except for the faint rustle of the curtains swaying in the night breeze. My heart pounded like a drum inside my chest. I had just had another dream—one of those dreams.It had been happening for the past three nights, always around the same time. I would jolt awake, sweating, shaken, and unable to shake off the feeling that the dream meant something. But tonight’s dream… this one was different. It was clearer, sharper—too real to ignore.I rubbed my face with my palms, trying to steady myself. The events of my life had driven me into a place I could only describe as desperate. A man can carry many burdens, but even the strongest alpha has limits. I was Derek, Alpha of Crescent Moon Pack, leader to many—but I was empty inside.I should have had a mate by now. Every alpha is born to lead beside one—a Luna, a bond of heart and spirit. But mine was gone before it even began.It all started th

Clarissa's POV I began to notice it slowly, like the first chill of winter creeping beneath a door. At first, I thought it was my imagination; that perhaps my blindness had made me oversensitive to people’s tones, to the weight of silence, to the subtle things sighted ones often missed. But then the small changes began to pile up, and the air around me felt different, colder and heavier.The first time was in the pack kitchen. I had gone in with Jasmine padding quietly at my side, her steady breathing guiding me more than the faint scrape of her paws on stone. The scent of baked bread and roasted herbs filled the air, and I smiled, grateful for the normalcy of it. I reached for the counter where I always placed my hand to find my way toward the cupboards.“Good morning,” I said gently, tilting my head toward the warmth of voices I heard ahead.The chatter that had filled the room hushed. For a moment, no one replied. The silence pressed into me, heavy and unnatural. Then one voice, N