Novels by gloria iziegbe

**Whispers in the Shadows**The wind roared through the shadowy woods, brushing against Lyra’s tattered cloak like frigid fingers. Her feet, battered and bleeding, scarcely made a sound as she limped through the trees. Night had settled in hours before, yet she hadn’t paused her movement. Not since the sorceress’s warning in the deserted clearing. Not since the fire in her heart rekindled with newfound determination.She was no longer fleeing.She was seeking.Her wolf, frail yet vigilant, stirred restlessly within her. Whispers danced on the breeze—ancient, eerie, calling her name. Whether they were a figment of her weary mind or something more, she couldn’t tell. But something—someone—was beckoning her further into the forest.Branches clawed at her arms. The smell of damp earth and far-off wolves enveloped her senses. She halted by a fallen log, her breath misting in the chilly air.Then she noticed it.A faint luminescence in the distance. Blue, gentle, pulsing—like moonlight exhal

Whispers of the PastThe rogue sanctuary was different from what Lyra had envisioned.Located deep in a secluded valley, surrounded by towering evergreens and ancient stones, the camp radiated a quiet strength. Tents and wooden structures adorned the clearing, with smoke curling up from small campfires, and wary, judging eyes watched her every movement.Riven had assured her that the place was safe.But Lyra quickly understood that safety was a relative concept.As she walked alongside him through the camp's core, some wolves turned away. Others observed her with silent scrutiny. None offered a smile.“She’s with me,” Riven had declared earlier. No one challenged him, yet they showed no signs of welcoming her, either.“She seems too pristine,” a woman whispered beneath her breath. “Too proud.”“She’ll crumble like the rest,” a man scoffed.Lyra caught every comment. She held her head high, though her heart felt heavy. This sanctuary was her only hope—and already, she felt like prey, b

The Stranger in the ShadowsLyra glided through the forest like a wraith, her body battered and her spirit hanging by a thread. The chill pierced her exposed skin, but it couldn’t compete with the turmoil raging within her. Anger. Heartbreak. Betrayal. They all vied for attention in her heart.Survival was all that mattered now.As dawn approached, her limbs barely followed her commands. Her energy dwindled, and the dull ache of the severed bond continued to throb like a raw wound. She crumpled beneath a twisted oak tree, the rustling leaves overhead murmuring in the morning breeze. Her eyelids fluttered shut, weariness consuming her—Crack.Her senses jolted back to life.A footstep. Not far away.She scrambled upright, her back pressed against the tree. Her vision blurred from fatigue and pain, but she forced herself to stay alert.Another step.She was not alone.Then, from the underbrush, a tall figure emerged.Male. Broad-shouldered. Hooded.Lyra’s fists instinctively tightened,

The Chase BeginsThe forest felt colder than Lyra remembered.Moonlight filtered through the twisted branches, casting sharp shadows on the ground like claws. The trees loomed tall and menacing, their bare limbs stretching skyward. Her breath misted in the icy air as she pressed on, the weight of rejection pressing down upon her heart like a heavy iron shackle.Each step was agonizing. Her feet throbbed and bled, her body trembled with fatigue. The pain of the severed mate bond persisted—it pulsed beneath her skin like poison, clouding her thoughts and unraveling her determination to fight.Yet she had to keep going.She had to survive.A sound echoed behind her.Snap.Her breath caught.She was not alone.She turned, scanning the shadows, her heart racing. The wind shifted, bringing the sharp scent of wolf musk and blood. Her wolf stirred within, growling softly and alerting her that danger was approaching.They were hunting her.She bolted away.Branches whipped at her face as she f

HuntedThe forest stretched before Lyra like a dark abyss, its towering trees whispering secrets into the night. Cold air slashed against her skin as she staggered forward, her breath coming in ragged gasps.Every step sent a fresh wave of agony through her body. The mate bond had been shattered, leaving behind an unbearable hollowness. Her wolf whimpered inside her, the pain so intense that shifting felt impossible.Keep moving.She had to run.She had no idea where she was going—all she knew was that she couldn’t stop.Behind her, the Bloodfang Pack's gates loomed, shut tight. The place she had once called home was now nothing more than a memory, an illusion of safety that had been ripped from her.Betrayed. Rejected. Hunted.Her stomach twisted.She didn’t even have time to grieve what she had lost.Because she wasn’t alone.The wind shifted, carrying the scent of danger.A growl. Low. Menacing.Her breath hitched as she turned her head sharply.From the shadows of the trees, a pair

Betrayal & Rejection Pain. Searing, bone-deep pain.Lyra gasped as her body hit the cold marble floor of the Alpha’s hall. The impact sent a sharp jolt through her ribs, but the ache in her chest was far worse—the unbearable agony of a breaking mate bond.It felt as if something inside her was being ripped apart, thread by agonizing thread. Her wolf howled in distress, clawing at the walls of her mind, but there was no stopping it. The bond was severing. The connection that had once tethered her to Kade, her mate, her Alpha—her everything—was unraveling before her very eyes.She lifted her head, her vision blurring from unshed tears, but the sight before her sent another wave of devastation crashing through her.Kade.The man she had loved since the moment the Moon Goddess bound them together stood rigid before the gathered pack, his powerful frame tense, his expression carved from stone. But his golden eyes—once filled with warmth, with devotion—were now void of anything but cold, u