Novel-novel oleh Ella Wealth

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

Clarissa's POV I had grown used to silence.For weeks now, silence had been my companion. It was thick, heavy, and often suffocating. Being blind made the silence even louder sometimes. I had learned to navigate my way through it, listening to every creak in the floorboards, every distant footstep, every shift of air around me. But that night, silence betrayed me.It was through silence that I first caught the whispers.I had been sitting on the edge of my bed, my hands folded over my lap, my head tilted slightly toward the window where the faint night breeze seeped in. My wolf stirred within me, uneasy and restless. I pressed my lips together, willing her to settle. But instead, a strange thread of sound tugged at me, not through my ears but deep inside my head.“…she doesn’t belong here…”The voice was sharp, bitter, and it startled me. My back stiffened. I blinked into the emptiness around me, listening harder.“…the council will see it soon. Blindness is weakness, not strength…”

Helen’s POVThe whispers about Clarissa’s return reached me sooner than I expected. News traveled fast within Riverside, especially now that I sat among the ruling council. My seat at the long oak table gave me more than a voice; it gave me access. Access to information, to decisions, and to secrets. And with secrets came power.I had fought hard for that chair. Harder than anyone could imagine. I had clawed my way back into the good graces of the council after the shame I suffered, after Clarissa’s presence had once thrown me into the shadows. People thought I had disappeared for good, but wolves like me didn’t vanish. We waited, we listened and we learned when to strike.When I first heard that Clarissa had returned, my blood boiled. Even though blind, she had managed to plant herself in the hearts of those who should have forgotten her. Blindness was supposed to weaken her and make her dependent. Yet instead, it made her some sort of symbol of strength, of resilience. I hated how t

Clarissa's POV Over time, I had come to realize that the mindlink was both a blessing and a burden. Ever since it awakened within me, I could hear snippets of the pack's life drifting in and out of my consciousness like fragments of conversations carried by the wind. Some voices I chose to listen to, while others I pushed aside. But that night, as I sat by the hearth with Jasmine curled up at my feet, I found I couldn’t ignore this one.The words invaded my thoughts, sharp and sudden.“…Crescent Moon… another Luna dead…”I stiffened. My breath caught in my throat before I could steady myself. Crescent Moon. Derek. Death.The voices were broken, fading in and out like a poor radio signal, but the meaning was hauntingly clear. My chest tightened as though invisible hands were pressing down on my ribs.“Jasmine,” I whispered, running my hand over her fur for comfort. “Did you hear that too? Or am I losing my mind?”She whined softly, nudging her nose against my palm.The fire crackle

Clarissa's POVThree days had slipped by since my last attempt to mindlink Drey, and during those days, I carried a silence within me that felt heavier than any burden I'd ever returned with from the mountains. This silence didn’t stem from the pack, nor from Tessy, or even from the essence sealed away in Camellia’s care. No, it came from Drey.I had reached out to him previously, while trying out this new gift of mindlinking, pouring my heart into the invisible thread binding us. But he had responded with nothing. The emptiness that followed nearly shattered me. It felt like I was just fooling myself.Yet, I couldn’t stop trying.That morning, I found myself seated on the porch of Tessy’s apartment, with Jasmine curled up at my feet, her warm fur brushing against my bare ankles. The air was filled with the gentle sound of the river rolling far below, steady and indifferent, as if it were unaware of how much turmoil brewed within me. My hands rested on my lap, but my mind was anythi

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