Novels by Iziegbe

The Luna's OathThe moon loomed above the treetops, and its silvery glow around the pack lands lit the area with otherworldly beauty. The world below appeared alive and yet still perceptively quiet, and the trees were whispering while the air held a sense of anticipation, as if the world was holding its breath. Reven stood alone beneath the sky, and the shimmering silver glow still painted his silhouette. The wolf that resided in him was eager to break free, yet he held firm. Tonight was not for vengeance or rage. It was to reclaim the truth. Behind him, the gentle footsteps whispering against the grass silenced, emerging Elara. Blending with the shadows, she was as graceful as the moonlight that danced in her wild, dark hair. Draped with a cloak stitched in the deep maroon and black of her lineage, she appeared as a vision from an ancient prophecy. Her eyes, to his surprise, held not fear or uncertainty, but unwavering strength.“They're waiting for the Alpha,” she said, quieter

The Alpha’s ChoiceThe scent of blood and ash still hung in the air as dawn broke over the smoldering forest. Ember’s eyes opened slowly, her body aching from the battle, her mind reeling from what she had done. She had stood her ground. She had called upon her wolf. And for the first time, she hadn’t backed down.A heavy silence settled in the air as she sat up, brushing dirt and soot from her torn dress. Nearby, the lifeless forms of rogue wolves dotted the earth, proof of the chaos that had unfolded during the night. But among them, allies lay too. Wolves that had fought for her. With her.Her heart clenched as she spotted Riven’s body lying motionless on the forest floor. She scrambled to her feet, ignoring the pain lancing through her limbs, and ran to him.“No, no—please don’t be dead,” she whispered, voice trembling.But as she reached him, he groaned and shifted slightly, his face pale but alive. Relief hit her like a wave, and her breath came out in a shaky exhale.“You stubb

The Fire Before the StormLyra stood in the heart of the forest, her chest heaving with each breath as if her lungs were trying to purge the chaos suffocating her. The moonlight streamed through the thick canopy above, painting her in ghostly silver and casting jagged shadows across the moss-covered ground. Twigs snapped beneath her boots, and the scent of pine and damp earth grounded her, but her thoughts were anything but calm.She had fled here without thinking, driven by the weight of too many emotions, too many stares, too many questions she couldn’t answer. Every corner of the pack grounds had begun to feel like a cage — not just for her body, but for her spirit. Her fingers trembled as she sank to her knees, curling into fists that clawed at the cold earth.“I shouldn’t have come back,” she whispered to herself, the words slipping from her lips like a curse.But she didn’t believe that. Not truly.She had returned for a reason — for her son, for the truth, for redemption. And y

Echoes of the ProphecyBy morning, the smoke had dissipated, yet the heaviness of the night remained.Lyra sat on the wooden steps outside her cabin, a blanket draped around her shoulders. The cool breeze brushed against her damp hair, but she hardly noticed. Her gaze remained fixed on the trees, her mind wandering far beyond them.Sleep had come to her in fragments. Each time she began to doze, she envisioned flames. Heard growls. Felt blood staining her hands.When she finally opened her eyes again, the sky was a dull gray. Faded. Still recovering.Footsteps crunched on the dirt behind her.“Good morning,” Mira said.Lyra didn’t reply immediately.Mira handed her a cup. “Chamomile. It won’t solve everything, but it’s warm.”Lyra accepted it, thankful for something.strong to grip. “Thank you.”They remained quiet for a bit. Two women who hadn’t shared a closeness before—but today, silence seemed more comfortable than talking.After a moment, Lyra spoke up. “I took a life yesterday.”

The Moonbane Strike Thunder rolled somewhere in the distance, low and unsettling, like a warning. The skies had darkened quickly, and the air in the sanctuary felt tense—too still.Lyra had barely taken a sip of water when someone came running, out of breath and wide-eyed.“One of the scouts just returned,” he gasped. “They were attacked.”Her heart dropped. She stood instantly, knocking the cup from her hand.She didn’t ask questions—she just followed the sound of shouting toward the infirmary.The boy was barely conscious, his clothes torn, blood smeared across his chest.“East patrol,” he whispered, before collapsing.That was all they got.---Within minutes, the sanctuary was alive with movement.Riven was already strapping on his blade when Lyra approached. His jaw was tight, his focus razor-sharp.“We don’t have time to wait,” he said. “We’re heading to the ridge. Mira and Darius are assembling a unit.”Lyra nodded, though her hands were shaking.Not from fear—at least not onl

Trial by Fire Lyra hadn’t even eaten when she heard the murmurs.They were gathering at the center of the sanctuary.She pulled on a jacket and headed out, brushing her fingers through her messy hair. Her body still ached from the night before, the memory of her uncontrolled shift clinging to her like fog. But something else was stirring now—tension. Unease.She followed the voices.When she arrived, the crowd had already formed a wide ring around a post. Tied to it was the young rogue they’d caught the day before—the one who had tried to pass a message across the border.He looked worse than he had yesterday. His lip was split. His eye swollen shut. He was shaking, not from cold, but fear.Mira stood a few feet away, arms folded tightly across her chest. She didn’t look angry. She looked done.“This is his trial?” Lyra asked quietly, stepping beside Riven.He nodded, eyes locked on the boy.“Mira wants to execute him,” he added.Lyra’s stomach turned. “So soon?”“He passed intel to