Novels by Iziegbe

The Night of TremorsThe earth growled like an injured creature. The fortress stones creaked, cracking under a pressure they could not see as the moon turned a bloody red in the sky. Every wolf within the stronghold sensed it—the call of ancient power coursing through their very bones.Jorah stumbled out of the command hall, his claws only partially formed, his eyes glowing gold. “Secure the gates!” he yelled, but his voice was swallowed by the chorus of howling—hundreds of wolves crying out together, a blend of anguish and fear. He glanced toward the valley where their Alpha and Luna had disappeared days earlier. Lightning illuminated the landscape, not from above but emerging from the ground itself, rending the forest with streaks of crimson light.“What is going on?” Mira exclaimed as she rushed to stand beside him. Her hair clung to her face, her eyes filled with dread.“The curse,” Jorah growled. “It’s awake and raging.”The soldiers in the yard struggled to maintain their footi

Through the Heart of the SealThe light engulfed them completely.In one breathless instant, Selene sensed her spirit being yanked from her body. The surroundings whirled, sound vanished, and she felt weightless — plunging through a limitless tunnel of light and shadows. Reven’s grasp on her hand was the sole thing keeping her tethered to reality.Then, with a thunderous rush of air, they landed.Selene gasped, her knees hitting soft earth. She blinked rapidly, attempting to understand her environment. The air was warm, thick with the fragrance of wild jasmine and rain. Above them stretched not stone but sky — a twilight expanse caught between night and dawn, painted in swirling shades of gold and violet.Reven stood slowly, his golden eyes scanning the horizon. “Where are we?”Selene got to her feet beside him, her heartbeat still racing. “It’s… stunning.”And it truly was — impossibly so. They found themselves in a sprawling field where silver grass shimmered under the twilight glow

The Voice Of Blood The cavern grew eerily quiet. Only the faint resonance of the glowing runes filled the air, pulsing in sync with Selene’s heartbeat.Her breath came rapidly as the crimson eyes watched her from the shadows. For a moment, she was frozen. Then — a voice. Deep. Familiar. Too human to be attributed to the creature lurking in the dark.“Selene…”The sound enveloped her name like a memory — gentle, quivering, steeped in sorrow.Reven tensed beside her, his claws shimmering slightly in the silver glow. “Who’s there?” he shouted, his voice bouncing off the stone walls.No response came. Just the slow, steady thrum of footsteps.Selene’s heart raced. She recognized that voice. It was more than mere familiarity — it resonated in her very blood.When the creature emerged into the light, Selene felt her legs nearly buckling.It wasn’t a monster. Not now.A woman stood before her — or what was left of one. Her form sparkled with an ethereal glow, her hair as pale as ice, her ey

Beneath the Cursed ValleyWhen Selene opened her eyes, the world was enveloped in silence. It was not a tranquil silence, but one that pressed against her skin — heavy, suffocating, almost sentient.She found herself on cold ground, her cheek resting on smooth stone that glimmered softly with veins of silver light. Above her, a ceiling of crystal roots and luminescent moss illuminated the cavern in a gentle blue glow. The air vibrated subtly, as if the earth itself had a heartbeat.For a long time, she was unable to move. Her body felt as if it weighed nothing, her heartbeat slow and distant. Then — a voice.“Selene…”Her breath caught in her throat. She turned her head, and there he was — Reven, lying just a few feet away, his chest rising and falling faintly. The light from the cavern danced in his dark hair, and his skin appeared pale, glistening with sweat.“Reven,” she breathed, crawling toward him. Her hand shook as she pushed his hair back from his forehead. His skin burned wit

Shadows Over the FortressThe fortress loomed in silence under the fading moon, its stone walls laden with anxiety. Once filled with the shouts and laughter of warriors training through the night, the atmosphere now throbbed with dread. Every noise — the creak of the gates, the whisper of the leaves — seemed magnified, disturbing.Alpha Reven and Luna Selene had been absent for almost a week. No news. No indication. Only the faint vibrations that pulsed through the earth every so often, as if the ground itself was sighing in sorrow.Commander Jorah stood on the edge of the courtyard, the moonlight highlighting the rugged features of his face. His wolf was restless beneath his skin, pacing and snapping at invisible shadows. He had fought alongside Reven for years — witnessed him bleed, rage, and claim victory. Yet, he had never experienced the world altering in his absence.A guard approached quietly, his armor shimmering slightly. “Commander, the southern patrol hasn’t returned.”Jora

The Alpha’s QuestReven stirred awake to a chill in the air and an absence of sound.Initially, he believed it was still nighttime — the moonlight casting a faint glow through the window, the shadows long and still. However, as he extended his hand to the opposite side of the bed, he encountered nothing but cold sheets.“Selene?” he called in a whisper.No reply.A tightness gripped his chest. He sat up, surveying the room. Her shawl was missing. The window was slightly ajar. A trace of her scent hung in the air — a mix of wildflowers and smoke. Panic surged in his gut.He swung his legs off the bed and stood, disregarding the sharp ache in his still-healing shoulder. Something deep inside told him this wasn’t merely a stroll outside. She was truly gone.“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, grabbing his cloak and sword.As he stepped into the main hall, the guards were already on high alert. One of them — a young warrior named Aiden — stiffened upon seeing his Alpha. “Sir?”“Where