Novels by Sada Vii

“I was never supposed to be reborn or even brought back as Helene even then. All of this started because of me. This madness would never have happened if I had stayed dead, and now, I’m ready to rectify everything.” I placed a hand on my stomach. “Please spare my pup. It’s yet to fully develop as it is. Please leave everyone alone. I’m willing to sacrifice my life instead. I should never have been allowed to live as it is.”Esmeralda giggled. It was a soft, eerie sound that soon built into full-blown laughter. “Did you really think my mothers and sisters didn’t consider that? Your foolish mate would just drag you back again. And even if he didn’t,” she tilted her head, eyes glinting, “ There’s nothing more potent than a child’s soul. Now pay up!”“Stop.”The single word cut through the room like a blade. Jenna stepped forward, clutching the book tighter. Her eyes burned with a light fiercer than I had ever seen. What exactly was running through her mind now?“I’ll do it,” she announced

Samiya’s POVMeidran’s disguise screamed the word Joker to any who dared to stare for too long, but that was his problem and had nothing to do with me.The odds that Zain had placed a bounty on Meidran’s head were beyond high, and I didn’t plan on taking any detours on our way to the castle. Luckily for us, Esmeralda had a wide variety of wigs, gowns, and cloaks at her disposal. Perfect for Meidran to put on and hide any traces of him in this cabin.“To think that we wanted this fool,” Scarlet snorted when Meidran stepped out.Meidran was dressed in a long, teal-green gown, and over that was a black cloak. Long brown curls framed his face, bringing out a feminine side he did not have. And to make things more interesting, he had red lipstick on. Meidran's lips bent into a scowl that I wasn’t sure was going to be leaving anytime soon. The stubble on his cheek didn’t help with his appearance either, and his broad, hairy chest peeked through the tight gown. He looked absolutely perfect!A

Samiya’s POVA pregnant slave. That was what I was.For the past four days, Esmeralda fed me like a baby pig she was getting ready to sell. My bedroom had also been upgraded from the small corner of the cabin where the floor served as both my chair and bed; now I had a real bedroom. It was nothing like the one that Zain and I shared in the castle, but it was an upgrade nonetheless.Meidran was the enslaver.He ensured that I did everything according to Esmeralda’s wishes, and although I fought back on the first day, when Esmeralda landed a hard slap across my face and held a knife up as she threatened to make the sacrifice, then and there, I learned to comply.Compliance was not always a weakness. It was something I had recently come to learn.Every night since my capture, Esmeralda would visit me and complain about how wrongly the witches had been treated when they were the ones who helped make Etrana what it was today. I had no choice but to listen, of course. Fortunately for me, th

Zain’s POVAll of my resources were used in finding Samiya, and yet I had nothing.Four long, treacherous days had gone by, and still, I had nothing.I traveled along with my guards to where the run-down cabin should have been, but in its place, we found nothing except for a vast and empty space. We searched every area close to where I was so sure the cabin should have been located, but still, we found nothing. It started to look like I imagined the entire thing.My nights were filled with me drawing up possible hiding places where Esmeralda might have kept Samiya, while my mornings were filled with anger, and for the first time in my life, I wished for nothing more than for Ralph to take control and cause carnage on anyone who crossed his path.It felt like losing Helene all over again, except this time I couldn’t visit a grave to weep or scribble my thoughts on paper. I was forced to replay several alterations of what-ifs in my head.But everything changed on the fifth day.I was ab

Samiya’s POVI had always had a certain fascination with witches, but I never believed that the first one I would encounter in this life would just happen to be my mate’s ex.Maybe the goddess had decided to play a cruel trick on me.I didn’t find it funny. Not in the least bit.“You see, when I said that I was going to bring you here… I-I.. I didn’t just mean I was going to bring you here to die in this nasty old place. What I meant was that I was going to take you, Esmeralda, so that she could make both of us human and so that we could live the rest of our lives happy and away from all the madness that came from being a werewolf, Miya. There would be no more ranks or idiot wolves running around in our minds, always demanding one thing or the other. We could have achieved perfection!”I forgot to mention that the goddess trapped me together with my ex-mate as well. This was the cruelest of all jokes.And once again, I didn’t find it funny.Meidran's eyes widened as he kept explaining

Zain’s POVIncompetent.That was one word that could accurately describe how I felt.“None of us have any time left,” Jenna’s words were all I could focus on through the entire carriage ride to the mystery cabin. I knew that I had made a dangerous deal with the witches and that I had agreed to sacrifice something important. What I failed to remember was what that one important thing just happened to be. I drilled Jenna a couple of times for an answer, but every single time she provided an answer even more vague than the last.Jenna was nothing short of infuriating.It didn’t help that Samiya didn’t know anything, and so I just had to sit back, relax, and welcome the unexpected.How perfect!“Zain,” Samiya called, pulling me out of my tumultuous thoughts.With the speed of a garden snail, I tilted my head in Samiya’s direction.“Samiya,” I called, mirroring the tone she had used with me.“You’re upset that I didn’t tell you about Meidran, aren’t you?” She asked in a hushed tone, and he

In Evenmoor, women did not touch each other unless it was polite, brief, or required.When Lewison mentioned that I could have a female mistress if I wanted to, I took it as a joke. Something said in the heat of the moment.,I believe that it was one of those things that people always said but never meant, like all the times my father said he'd quit smoking.Without waiting for permission from Lewison, I sat on his bed, allowing all the information I had just heard to settle in.“You’re lying,” I muttered without thinking. “Women don’t… Gabriella wouldn’t have… That’s not how the world works.”Footsteps crossed the room, and then I felt Lewison’s towering presence hover above me. Still, I didn't look up.My hands curled into the sheets. I needed to make sense of something. Anything.Gabriella was here and found love with Iris? But that was so long ago, and I would have known if any of Father's siblings disappeared, wouldn't I? He’d kept this pact thing hidden from me for so long, an

Iris was the one who led me back to my room.And then she stayed.She dragged a chair in front of my bed and watched me like I was something fragile… or something broken.Whichever one she believed, she was not too far off.It was ironic how days ago I would have done just about anything to see this woman and now that she was here, I wanted her far away, and yet there was nothing I could do to make her leave.On our way here, I had told her that she did not need to be around me several times, but she didn't listen.Upon our arrival to my gilded cage, I thanked her for the escort and told her that she could leave, and yet, she still refused to budge.Saliva had now become an expensive resource, and I had no plans of wasting any more of it on her, and so I lay in bed, thinking of how all the other Feywins survived this place as I let Iris continue to spill more stupid nonsense.It wasn't until she muttered one key sentence that I turned to face her again.“You can ask me as many questio

According to Frank Aubrey, there was no better way to end a tour than to have me spread-eagled on a medical bed.The healing quarters of SouthPoint Pack and Feywin cemetery had one thing in common—the concentrated smell of impending death.Where one had already prepared a piece of land to bury my body, the other had prepared all the instruments I would need for a more mental and social death.I believed that the healing quarters here would be just like the hospitals back in Evenmoor but I was terribly wrong. Instead of antiseptic, bleach, and alcohol, the metallic stench of blood hit my nostrils first. Then it was herbs. Too many herbs all at once, like they were all fighting each other to see who would dominate.I never knew how special my room could be until today.Frank trudged forward, and I was forced to follow quietly behind him. The last thing I wanted to do was anger the man who had just informed me that no matter what I did, I would end up dead and in a grave that he had alre

My parents never shared much about our family history, but thanks to Frank Aubrey, I was going to know more than enough.Completely and utterly helpless, I kept throwing looks at Lewison, hoping that he would take the hint and make up some perfectly sane excuse that stopped me from going anywhere with his monster of a father, but perhaps I had been too hopeful because, after my third attempt, Lewison got up and left without a word.When I turned to the left, in hopes of finding comfort in the only stranger at the table, I discovered that he was gone. He had completely disappeared, as though he weren’t even here in the first place.A scream threatened to spill from my lips, but I knew that it would most likely make things worse for me, so I sealed my lips and turned to meet my captor.He was wearing his ever favorite smile.“I finally have a Feywin all to myself. Come with me child,” he gestured forward, already walking.I followed him in silence.And when I saw that where we were goin

All forms of thought vanished in a microsecond, and I found myself doing the unthinkable.I leaned forward.Lewison closed the gap.And then there was no space for thinking at all.His mouth crashed against mine with none of the gentleness I'd expected, but it was not gentleness that I needed. What I craved—what I needed—was enough ferocity to make me forget whose bed I was in… and who was on top of me. What I needed was to forget everything that was not involved in chasing the kind of pleasure I needed to escape.I gasped against his lips, and he took advantage, tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my entire body ignite.Lewison knew exactly how to make me forget. And forget, I did.My hands were everywhere—his hair, his shoulders, the hard planes of his back—searching for something to anchor me because I was falling apart.He made a sound low in his throat, feral and raw, and suddenly one hand slid from my waist to my chest, while the other held me down against the bed.I

After my slip-up, things between Lewison and me became rather bleak.Despite the fact that we lay in bed together, silence became our only companion. Sleep would not find me no matter how hard I tried and I had lost all interest in the wine.With a sigh, I turned to my side, to find Lewison staring at me.I jerked back before my nerves settled and I lay down again.“You should be asleep.”Lewison was the first to break the silence between us so I was forced to wonder if this was indeed reality or one of those strange dreams I would have from time to time.I bit my lower lip for a moment and when nothing happened, I was finally convinced this was real.“You should be asleep as well,” I finally answered.He shook his head. “I don’t sleep much but last night I could have mistaken you for a corpse so tell me what has happened?”I sat up, crossing my legs on the bed. “I had a lot of wine yesterday and tonight, the last thing I want to do is have some wine. I am no longer in the mood.”Lewis