Novels by Black_cyron

Silence filled the room right after his voice echoed off the walls. She's my fucking mate. The words hung in the air, heavy. Karl's chest rose and fell rapidly, his claws unsheathed as he stared at Rieka's pale face. The fear in her eyes should have satisfied him as he has seen that look from countless enemies but tonight, it only burned him from inside. Rieka's lips trembled as she tried to find her voice. “Mate?” She whispered hoarsely, clutching her dress. “You… you said you'd never take another mate after…” “Don't mention her name,” He snapped, moving away from her. The ghost of Uriel's scream clawed at his skull, louder than before. Every night, he saw her burning, her eyes locked on his, filled with fear and disappointment. Her cries becoming louder. He slammed his fist into the wall, creating a hole in the wall. “Get out, Rieka. Before I forget the reason I kept you alive.” Rieka flinched. “Karl, what…” “I said out!” He growled, his voice laced with the deadly aut

Rey pulled the cloak tightly around her shoulders as she followed Maren through the dense woods. The sound of distant howls echoed faintly behind them, too far to be threatening, yet close enough to remind of the dangers ahead of her as she was crossing the enemy lines.“Keep your head down” Maren whispered, “The northern patrol changes shift every one hour and it's almost an hour since I left the pack. Once we pass the border into the pack, no one must know I helped you.”Rey nodded silently. Her heart pounded loudly, her thoughts drifting back to the past. Once, these woods had been her home. Now she walked into them as a stranger with so much caution, stripped of her name, her face. When the both of them finally slipped past the border mark. Maren pressed a hand to her chest and muttered a silent prayer. She turned to her slightly with a smile on her lips. “Welcome back… to the Ember pack,”Rey's throat tightened. Welcome back. That word carried a lot of weight. By dawn, the scen

The northern border of the Ember pack was tranquil. Don narrowed his eyes, his wolf pacing within him as the faint sound of rustling leaves teased his ears. He had sensed movement, swift, purposeful, yet cautious, as though whoever it was didn’t want to be seen. His grip on his sword tightened. For a moment, he thought he saw the outline of a figure slipping through the mist that clung to the treeline. The shape was faint, but familiar in a way that made his chest tighten. His wolf growled low, unsettled. It can’t be… Don blinked, but when his gaze sharpened again, the figure was gone, swallowed by the shadows. “Who the hell was that?” he muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening as unease crept into his gut. He didn’t move immediately, knowing that sometimes chasing ghosts only led to traps. Instead, he lingered, his instincts torn between pursuit and caution. Whoever it was, he hadn’t been expecting them. The northern wind howled, carrying with it a faint scent that sti

Karl sat at the head of the table, his sharp features set in a mask full of authority and dominance. The pack elders sat on either side of the long table. The council chamber was cold and tense, despite the warmth of the fire. They looked at one another, their gazes shifted, suspicious and calculating. One of them finally spoke, voice low and steady, careful with words. “Alpha Karl, whispers are growing louder. The pack members are asking too many questions. They wonder if your rise to power, I mean the throne was… natural.” Karl's jaw tightened, his fist clenched, but he forced himself to lean back casually in his chair. “My rise to power was according to the law of the pack. You elders made me the next alpha after my father's health deteriorated because of my brother's death. The throne was left in need of a strong hand and I was chosen.”The elder’s eyes flicked down to the table, where several others shifted uncomfortably. “Yes, we made you alpha because the pack cannot be wi

The morning light cast long shadows as the birds tweet into the quiet dawn. Underneath the trees and mist, Uriel knelt by a stream, scrubbing the blood and ash from her trembling hands. The cold crept through her, slowly and steady. She didn't resist. It was better than numbness.Lowell laid in silence behind her, sleeping a restless and fevered sleep in the abandoned cabin close to the northern border of Ember’s pack, his wounds showing little signs of healing. She could feel the stillness in the air. The clock was running down.Uriel hasn’t slept in almost twenty-four hours and it was obvious in her eyes. Her body felt sore. Despite feeling very tired, her mind wouldn't calm down and the baby in her stirred restlessly as if sensing her discomfort, reacting to every step she took.Lowell’s condition is getting better. He rested on an old sleeping mat in a shadowed corner of the cabin. She had done everything she could, but she could feel her strength was fading away. Every breath sh

Ralph stood at the center of the ruined chamber, the torn curtains fluttering in the damn wind. Her scent was gone. Vanished. Silence gripped the guards as they bowed, fear written in every rigid line of their bodies.“Tell me,” Ralph said “how the hell a pregnant witch slipped past two dozens of guards and an enchanted perimeter”The captain of the palace guard, a seasoned warrior named Orren, swallowed hard. “There was… no forced entry or exit, my king. No scents or spells were discovered. We are still searching..”“Time is not a luxury we have, start searching the borders of the nearest packs.” Ralph snarled.Glass shards bit into his fingers and palm, drawing thin lines of red. Crimson drops, too close to blood, splattered across his white robe.She was gone. His Luna. His future. His redemption. The woman who hunted his dreams even before he knew her face. The one who made him feel… real. And now she has vanished, taking with her the child that was his. He moved away from