Novels by Daisy_D

Liana's POVI wanted to spend the day learning more about the castle byt I had no idea where I was going to. Not with how people were giving me strange looks. Down to the maids who came to my room to clean. They were all whispering amongst each other.The whispers started small, faint murmurs that I could barely make out as I walked through the palace halls.At first, I thought I was imagining it the quick glances, the half hidden smirks, the way conversations stopped the moment I entered a room.But then, the rumors grew louder.“She’s the one who killed that councilman, you know,” one of the maids said loudly as I passed by the kitchens. Her voice carried, sharp and biting, and I froze just out of sight.“I heard it wasn’t just the councilman,” another chimed in, her tone conspiratorial. “She killed her own friend too. Olivia, wasn’t it? The healer? They said she died during the week she came and the. She tried to act as Luna to cover it up. Like oh my God.”“That’s right,” the fi

“Wait, wait, wait,” said the woman sitting across from Knox, barely able to contain her laughter. “He kissed her hand?”Her name was Mira, one of the few people in the palace who could get away with teasing the king without losing her head. She was the palace’s head strategist and a close ally to Alaric, though she often acted more like a sister than a subordinate.“Oh, it gets better,” Knox said, leaning back in his chair. “He called her my Luna like he was in some kind of romance novel.”Mira burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “I can’t believe I missed this! Where was I?”“Probably off doing actual work,” Knox replied, smirking.Mira wiped a tear from her eye, her laughter finally subsiding. “You’re serious, though? Alaric actually did that?”“As serious as the scowl he gave me when I told him I was going to tell you.”Mira shook her head, grinning. “Poor Liana. She probably thinks he’s lost his mind.”“He has,” Knox said with mock seriousness.Mira slapped his arm playfully

I didn’t want to see him. But I felt like, out of respect, I should.I gave Knox a look, biting my lips as I glanced at Alaric, who stood there like some stone-cold statue. His gaze was unwavering, piercing straight through me.Knox smirked and nudged me forward. “Go on, little wolf. Don’t keep him waiting.”I shot Knox a glare, but my feet moved on their own, carrying me toward the man who ruled everything within these walls and beyond. The closer I got, the more I felt his presence, like a suffocating weight in the air. His icy blue eyes tracked my every step, unreadable and unnervingly focused.When I finally stood before him, I bowed my head slightly, more out of instinct than anything else. “Your Majesty,” I murmured.Alaric didn’t say anything at first. He just watched me, his gaze dipping to my face, lingering like he was trying to read my thoughts.My skin prickled under his scrutiny, and I dared to glance up, locking eyes with him. For a split second, I swore I saw something

I woke to the sound of knocking, sharp and hasty, pulling me from restless sleep. My eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. The lavish bed, the ornate chandelier, the faint scent of lavender,it all came rushing back.A second knock followed, louder this time.“Wake up,” came Knox’s voice from the other side of the door.Groaning softly, I sat up, pushing the covers off. I adjusted my nightie, standing up. “Why? What time is it?”“It’s time to stop pretending this is a vacation,” he said dryly.I dragged myself out of bed, my body still aching from the tension of the previous night. Opening the door, I found Knox leaning casually against the frame, his arms crossed.“Do you always wake people up like this?” I muttered, brushing a hand through my messy hair.He smirked. “You’ll get used to it.”“Doubt it.”Before he could reply, the, Elise, stepped in, passing from beside Knox and me. She barely spared me a glance as she moved past, carrying a small bu

I gasped. My chest tightened, each breath shallow and painful. The tears had dried on my cheeks, but the ache in my heart had only grown worse. My hands clawed at the sheets as I tried to steady myself, but the heaviness of my memories made it impossible. I couldn’t breathe. I clawed at my chest but it was impossible. Panic surged through me, sharp and unrelenting, as though invisible hands were squeezing the air from my lungs. I stumbled off the bed, my legs trembling beneath me. The room felt too small, the walls pressing in on me, it felt as if they were squeezing me in. I staggered to the door, wrenching it open, and rushed into the hallway. My bare feet padded against the cold stone floor as I searched desperately for an escape, any place where I could breathe again. My vision blurred with fresh tears, but I kept moving, driven by the overwhelming need for air. A balcony. The double doors stood at the end of the corridor, the moonlight spilling through the gla

Knox led me through the winding halls of the palace, his strides confident and unhurried as I struggled to keep up. My new quarters, as he called them, were located on the eastern wing of the castle, far from the bustling activity of the main hall.When we stopped in front of a massive wooden door, Knox pushed it open and stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter.The room was... breathtaking.Golden sunlight filtered through tall arched windows draped with sheer white curtains, illuminating the polished wooden floors. A grand four-poster bed with dark mahogany frames sat at the center, its plush mattress covered in soft cream linens and adorned with golden embroidery. A chandelier hung from the high ceiling, its crystals catching the light and scattering rainbows across the room.To the left, a small sitting area with velvet armchairs and a round table stood by the window, and a tall bookshelf lined one wall, its shelves filled with books whose spines gleamed with gold lettering. Acro

I looked at him. Really looked at him. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t know what to feel.I felt empty.Like every version of him I’d built in my head was slowly peeling away, and underneath… I didn’t know what was left.Ryder didn’t look away. “Liliana dyed her hair,” he said quietly. “That’s when I lost interest.”My throat tightened. “You say that like it’s normal.”“I didn’t mean it like that.” He rubbed his hand down his face. “I wasn’t possessive with her. I wasn’t even… invested. Not the way I should’ve been.”“So why did you date her?”He shrugged, like the answer didn’t sit well even with him. “She reminded me of you. That was all it took.”I shook my head, disgust twisting in my chest.“I didn’t treat her badly,” he added quickly. “I wasn’t cruel. Just… distracted.”“Great,” I muttered. “That makes it all better.”He kept going anyway. “Sienna hated it. Thought I liked Liliana more than I did. Got jealous. Started following her around, trying to dig into what

“What's that supposed to fucking mean?”I didn’t realize I’d said it until the echo bounced off the walls.The door was already closed, but I wasn’t done. Not even close. My fists were clenched, and my jaw ached from how hard I was grinding my teeth.Don’t break her?That’s what Nate said to me?I paced the living room, every step sharp. My chest was tight. Too tight.He kissed her.He held her, touched her—talked to her like he knew her better than I ever could. Like he hadn’t just walked into her life with his soft words and his easy charm and taken what I didn’t know how to hold onto.He fucking kissed her.I picked up a glass off the table and almost threw it. Almost. Instead, I set it down, harder than necessary, and leaned forward, bracing my hands on the edge of the counter.The silence crawled up my spine.I closed my eyes.“If you really cared about her, you’d stop thinking about what hurts you and start thinking about what’s best for her.”He’d said that like it was so damn

Did she know?That was the question sitting on my tongue, heavy and bitter.Maya turned the last page again, eyes scanning the edge of the journal like she might’ve missed something. I took the book from her carefully, holding it like it might fall apart in my hands. The spine was cracked. The paper smelled like smoke and dust. Her handwriting shifted halfway through—neat, then frantic. The ink smudged in places, like she’d written while crying.“She was scared,” I said again, but quieter this time.“She knew they were watching her,” Maya murmured. “Maybe even following her.”Nate knelt beside me, took the USB from where it rested on the floor. “We’ll check what’s on this. Could be nothing. Could be everything.”“There has to be more,” I whispered, flipping back through the pages.And then I saw it.One page had a taped fold in the back cover. Like she’d tried to seal it in. My fingers worked carefully along the seam, peeling it open until a thin, crumpled piece of paper slipped out a

I blinked, about to turn.“Don’t look now,” he murmured.Then he leaned in and kissed my forehead.It wasn’t long, or dramatic. Just soft. Like it belonged there.My chest fluttered.I smiled. Then grinned.He smirked. “Now look.”I turned, casually, like it was nothing.Sienna was walking away, fast, heels clacking against the stone path. Her shoulders were stiff. Her head didn’t turn once.“She saw?” I asked.“She saw,” Nate said. “Let her think what she wants.”He stood and slipped his hands into his pockets.“But be careful, Evie. You dig too far, and you won’t just make enemies.”I looked up at him, the smile fading slowly from my face.“I don’t want to find out what happened to Liliana,” he said quietly. “By having it happen to you.”That stopped me.I blinked, caught off guard by the weight in his voice. It wasn’t a warning. It felt closer to a plea.“Thanks,” I murmured, unsure what else to say. Then I turned and walked away before he could see the confusion on my face.Later

Sienna removed her contact lenses, blinking at the mirror as her eyes adjusted to the harsh bathroom light. Her heels were already kicked off, the gala dress hanging half-zipped around her waist. She looked tired. Not in the cute, effortless way either—just drained.Her phone vibrated where it sat on the marble counter.Cohen.She picked it up and answered without much enthusiasm. “Yeah?”“You sure it was smart to invite her?”Sienna rolled her eyes, twisting her hair into a loose bun. “I didn’t invite her, Cohen. Riley did. And even if I had, it’s not like she was snooping.”“She’s been asking questions. Someone’s been poking around Liliana’s name.”“And you think it’s her?”There was silence on the other end.Sienna sighed. “Evie’s too busy playing Romeo and Juliet with Ryder. I doubt she has time to actually dig deep.”“You sound pretty confident. Isn't Ryder her Stepbrother?”“Soon to be. I mean Ryder is hot, I doubt if it would stop her. One day I would catch them in the act. Wou

His lips were warm against mine. He tasted faintly like peppermint and something sweeter I couldn’t place. His hand found the curve of my waist, holding me gently, like I might pull away any second. I didn’t. Not right away.The kiss was good. Soft. Controlled. The kind that didn’t rush. It felt like it should’ve meant something.But it didn’t feel like Ryder.Nate kissed me like he was trying not to break anything. Ryder kissed like he didn’t care if we both shattered.I eased back just a little, enough to see his face. His eyes searched mine, waiting for some kind of answer.“You okay?” he asked.I nodded, then shook my head. “I don’t know.”His brow furrowed. “Too much?”“No,” I said quickly. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”He looked like he wanted to ask more but stopped himself. He stepped back a little, giving me space.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to breathe past the tangle in my chest.“I just…” I looked down. “It felt different.”“Different how?” he asked, not unkindl

Lizbella POVI needed coffee. Waking up this early was slowly draining whatever life I had left. The clinic was already busy, voices murmuring from the waiting room, paperwork piling up on my desk. I rubbed at my temples, inhaling deeply. It was barely 8 a.m., and I was already wishing for the day to be over.The whispers didn’t help either. Ever since Briar had been caught up in the council’s drama, people kept looking at me as if I were guilty by association. They came here with fake smiles, eyes curious, questions hidden behind careful words.“Liz,” My assistant, Jenna, peeked into the room with a forced casualness that fooled no one. “There’s someone here—asking about Briar again.”I sighed. “Who is it now?”She hesitated. “Just a couple women from town. Asking if it's true—what everyone's been saying about her. They seem… eager.”I waved my hand, frustration prickling beneath my skin. “Send them away. Tell them Briar hasn’t done anything wrong, and neither have her children. And

I shouldn't have been able to breathe.But I could.The water around me felt cool and gentle, cradling me like silk, brushing against my skin like soft whispers. My lungs expanded easily, naturally, as if I’d been breathing underwater my entire life.My feet touched something solid, smooth like marble, yet shifting gently beneath my toes. I looked down, my eyes widening. The lakebed wasn't dark or murky—it was luminous, lit from within by a soft glow that pulsed softly like a heartbeat. It wasn't mud or stone beneath me, but polished, opalescent pearl.I was standing at the edge of a sprawling underwater city.A siren court.Columns of coral and ivory towers rose high around me, delicate strands of seaweed and pearls draped elegantly between them. Figures moved gracefully through the space, their tails shimmering with colors I’d never imagined—deep indigo, vibrant turquoise, radiant gold. The water hummed gently with their songs, a melody so subtle and lovely I found myself drawn to i

I was stressed—mentally, emotionally, whatever word lived at the edge of burnout. That was me. My thoughts felt loud. My body too still. And everything Theo had said kept echoing in my skull like a warning bell I couldn’t shut off.I curled up in one of the oversized chairs in the living room, legs folded beneath me, arms wrapped tight around a throw pillow that did absolutely nothing to help.The Kings were around, of course. One on the couch, one by the window, the other pacing near the hallway like he was mentally preparing for a fight that hadn’t started yet.“So,” I said finally, voice scratchy. “If any of you have advice on how to shut your brain off when you’re overwhelmed and probably turning into a sea monster… now would be the time.”Kylan grinned, throwing a piece of chocolate in the air and catching it with zero effort. “Sex.”Kai didn’t even flinch. “Meditation.”Kylan groaned. “That’s just sex but alone and sad. Which is almost like masturbatiom but more…lonely.”Kieran,

Theo didn’t flinch. “That’s why I’m here. You were never meant to figure this out alone.”I opened the book with trembling hands. And I didn’t say a word when the pages glowed faintly under my fingertips.They pulsed like a heartbeat—soft and rhythmic—then flared, a sudden shimmer of light washing over my skin. My breath hitched. The room faded around me. The voices—Kylan’s, Theo’s—fell away like whispers behind glass.And then everything disappeared.I wasn’t in the room anymore.I was standing in the middle of chaos.Fire.Screaming.Blood smeared across the shore, staining the sand like rust. Bodies everywhere—sirens, wolves, men with shields marked in the Guardian’s crest. Their blades glowed blue. Their eyes shone silver. Magic rolled off of them in crashing waves.The sirens were losing.I turned toward the sea. Dozens of sirens thrashed in the surf, their songs twisting through the wind, frantic and furious. Some had lost their tails, bleeding out where fins used to be. Others

Kai wanted to throw hands at that statement.“Both and neither? What’s that even supposed to mean?” His eyes had changed color. His Lycan was close to the surface now—too close. That steel-grey had gone almost silver, the tendons in his neck standing out as his jaw clenched tighter.I took a small step back, instinctively bracing.Theo didn’t flinch. He just looked at Kai like he was mildly inconvenienced by the outburst.“Calm down, Kai,” he said, tone dry but firm. “Don’t make this into what happened with Kayla.”The room went still.Kylan flinched.Kieran looked up from where he'd been leaning against the wall, sharp and alert now.And Kai? He didn’t speak. But his entire body tensed like someone had just cracked open a scar with their teeth.I barely heard myself whisper, “Theo—”“I know what I said,” Theo cut in, gaze still fixed on Kai. “And he knows what I meant. This isn't about dragging old grief out of its grave—this is about not repeating it.”“Kai,” Kieran said carefully,

I was anxious, I kept on rubbing my hands against my jeans. The kids didn't go to school today.It’s not as if they had one. The council had the school expel them. It was my fault.I sat cross-legged on the living room floor, watching as Finn pushed toy soldiers across a faded rug and Luna braided the tail of her stuffed unicorn with intense concentration. The quiet stretched thin around us, uncomfortable and heavy, like the calm before a very personal kind of storm.I hated this part the most—the in-between. The waiting. The pretending things were normal when they absolutely weren’t.“Can I ask you something?” Finn said suddenly, glancing up from his imaginary battlefield.I blinked, startled. “Of course.”He hesitated, then said, “Why doesn’t anyone like the Kings?”I looked at him. His brows were furrowed like he was really thinking about it, not just repeating something he'd overheard.I tried to smile, but it felt weak. “What makes you say that?”“People talk funny around them,”