Novels by UniqueB

Freya’s POVThe packhouse was so tense that I thought I could cut through it with a knife. In a tense silence, wolves milled about, their apprehensive stares interspersed with muttered discussions. With the weight of my increasing obligations bearing down on me, I stood by the window and gazed out at the trees.Kane said softly, "Freya," and entered the room. "He's present."He was standing near the door as I turned around, his face unreadable. Two of our soldiers were waiting in the common area with the enigmatic wolf that had escaped from Sophia's camp. With questions racing through my head, I followed Kane, my heart racing.The wolf appeared dishevelled, with his clothing ripped and his fur matted. Though he stood tall and defiant, his golden eyes darted nervously about the room.His voice was scratchy as he said, "My name is Darian." Although I was a member of Sophia's camp, I've had enough. I'd want to assist.Kane's eyes were icy as he crossed his arms. "Why should we have faith

Freya’s POVI was constantly pacing. Since Lucian had departed, the knot in my stomach had only become tighter. He had insisted on going even though his goal was suicidal."Kane, what's causing your composure?" I glared at him and demanded. His arms were folded as he leaned against the wall, his eyes calm but clouded."I'm not at ease," he said. "I just know that he won't benefit from panicking now."I felt like screaming. "He's out there by himself, avoiding unspeakable traps, all to undermine Sophia's power! Suppose something were to happen to him.Kane's tone becomes piercing. Freya, Lucian was aware of the dangers. He made his decision.I tightened my fists as I felt guilty. I was to blame for this. Had I not shoved him, had I not—My thoughts were ripped apart by the piercing crack of energy. I froze, grasping the edge of the table for balance as my head snapped up."What was that?" Even though I already knew, I whispered.Kane's features hardened as he straightened. "The artifac

Freya’s POVThe weight of what lay ahead made the morning air chilly. With his arms folded and a gloomy look on his face, Kane stood next to me at the training grounds. The pack crowded around us, their faces displaying a mixture of resolve and terror.Kane said, "We all know what we're up against," in a firm yet solemn tone. "Sophia won't give up until she ruins all we value. However, we will not let her. Families look out for one another, and this pack is our family.With my voice rising over the whispers, I took a step forward. "She's bringing everything she has, but we're also bringing everything." We are more powerful as a team than any adversary. Have faith in each other, in your training, and yourselves. This is something we can win.For the first time in days, I noticed optimism in their eyes as a wave of accord swept over the audience.“You have a way of inspiring them,” Kane said to me as the pack scattered to get ready.I gave a small smile. They motivate me. They are entit

Freya’s POVStill getting over the rogue attack and Sophia's betrayal, the pack remained in disarray. I saw injured pack members attempting to start over everywhere I looked. I felt guilty for their suffering, but I also felt a renewed sense of resolve.I saw some juvenile wolves rehearsing their positions as I was moving around the training grounds. Their motions were rigid and unsure."Cease! I yelled. They turned to face me and halted, their eyes widening."Freya? One of them, Lina, a young girl, inquired nervously."You're doing it completely incorrectly," I said as I moved forward. "You have too little footing. In a struggle, you'll lose your equilibrium.I adopted the appropriate posture and spoke in a forceful yet gentle tone. similar to this. Maintain an equal weight distribution and a small bend in your knees. Try again now.Their moves improved as they did what I instructed."That's all," I urged. "Better. Keep in mind that self-assurance is equally as vital as physical stre

Freya’s POVThe conflict left a cloud in its wake. The once-pristine Blueblood land was now scarred with destruction. As the sunrise painted the sky in pink and orange hues, I sat close to the training grounds' edge. However, the beauty didn't do much to calm my inner storm."What just took place over there? With my palms still tingling from the subtle remnants of the golden light, I said to myself.I was shocked to hear Kane's deep voice say, "Freya." I turned to see him approaching me with deliberate, cautious steps. Despite the bandage covering his side, he exuded vigour.I remarked, my voice trembling a little, "You should be sleeping."He responded strongly at first, then softer, "I'll rest when I know my pack is safe." "Freya, you accomplished something amazing. However, I must know... Are you aware of who you are?"I gave a headshake. "I don't. This strength... It appears it appeared suddenly. Kane, I have no control over it.His sharp eyes met mine as he knelt next to me. "We'

Freya’s POVThe air was clear and quiet in the early morning, the kind of quiet that raised the hairs on the back of my neck. After hearing Sophia and Liam's plans the previous evening, I was unable to sleep and stood close to the edge of the training fields."Freya! As he ran at me, one of the warriors yelled out. His eyes were wide and his voice sounded frantic. "The rogues are to blame! They have arrived!"My heart fell. It was too late to issue the warning.Howls reverberated through the Blueblood Pack area before I could respond. I turned to see the dark figures of rogues rising from the tree line, their eyes glimmering with a wild desire, and my stomach knotted."Come to the main house, everyone! Kane's words echoed loudly throughout the grounds. He had already transformed into a wolf, his enormous body a sign of power and authority. We were unprepared for such a massive attack, even though warriors rushed to construct a defensive line.I was paralyzed, caught between the urge t

Ten years later...The air in the bookstore buzzed with quiet excitement.It wasn’t a stadium. No flashing lights. No cameras in her face. Just soft music, rows of worn novels, and a long line of readers holding a single book in their hands."Signed With Silence: The Untold Story of Survival, Power, and Love" by Marie Sanchez.Victor, now eleven, stood off to the side beside his father. He was tall for his age, with his mother’s steady gaze and his father’s quiet fire. A reporter had once said he looked like a boy with a story written into his bones. They weren’t wrong.Aaron wrapped an arm around his son’s shoulders and smiled at the woman seated at the table.Marie was poised, elegant, and at ease. The same woman who once stared down boardrooms and buried empires now held each reader’s hand like they were old friends. She didn’t rush. She listened to their stories. Some cried. Some whispered. Some just nodded. All left changed.“Mom’s amazing,” Victor whispered.Aaron grinned. “She a

The house was quiet.Victor had fallen asleep early after a long day of chasing butterflies in the garden, and Aaron was downstairs cleaning up their dinner dishes—his new nightly ritual, complete with loud jazz humming from the speaker and the occasional clatter of dropped cutlery.But Marie sat upstairs in the study, bathed in the soft golden light of the reading lamp.For months, she had ignored the journal on her desk. Leather-bound. Unwritten. Untouched.Until now.Tonight, she opened it.Not because someone asked her to.Not because the media hounded her for an interview or because the legal teams needed a written statement for posterity.She opened it because she needed to remember, not to stay in the pain, but to honour it. To mark the distance she had travelled. To give her survival a shape, a voice.She uncapped the pen slowly, almost ceremonially.And then she wrote: This story began not with love, but with silence. The silence of a family hiding truths. The silence of a

The days that followed were the calmest Marie had known in years.There were no emergency board meetings. No coded threats. No court summons. No late-night strategy calls with lawyers or detectives.Just... quiet.It was unsettling at first—after so much chaos, silence felt like a trick.But slowly, it became real. Days unfolded in warmth and routine. Victor’s soft giggles filled the rooms that once echoed with suspicion and grief. And at night, instead of planning defence moves or reviewing case files, Marie would sit beside Aaron in the nursery, humming gently as Victor drifted to sleep.The war was over.And they had survived.One quiet Sunday morning, Marie stepped out onto the garden terrace barefoot, wrapped in a silk robe, her coffee warm between her hands. The air smelled of jasmine and dew. The hedges were trimmed, the roses vibrant and blooming. She remembered walking these same paths weeks ago—alone, cold, hollow.Now, she could hear Aaron and Victor laughing behind her in

Two Months, sixty days. A ceaseless haze of strategic acquisitions, board meetings and the calculating, cold calculations of power. Marie was firmly established as Sanchez Holding's unchallenged matriarch during that period. She had brought on new employees, a small group of carefully screened, completely discrete professionals who moved through the mansion like silent shadows to maintain its immaculate order without disturbing its deep silence. She had taken control of every last business asset and intricate detail of Howard's empire. She had supreme authority. She was a powerful force that demanded unquestioning obedience and was feared. Nobody asked her any questions. Nobody was brave enough. She possessed everything a woman could ask for: unfathomable riches, unchallenged authority and an unquantifiably secure future. However, Aaron was not with her. Her chest ached hollowly every night as the great silent mansion fell into its suffocating silence. She did miss him. She had

A week. The mansion, which was once a hive of covert activity, had been silent for a long, resounding week. The old furniture was still in place, and the polished floors shone, but the lively bustle of life and the staff's silent presence had disappeared. All of the employees, including Susann, had been meticulously and mercilessly relieved of their duties by Marie. There was still a slight unnerving tremor in the vast silence from Susann's heartbroken farewell. Aaron was also gone. He had begged, his eyes full of anguish that had once torn at Marie's very soul, his voice raw with fervent apologies. However, his cries had gone unheard, and his suffering was unable to break through the strong wall Marie had put up around her heart. He had left before daybreak just as he was told.She had recollections of her dad. His quiet strength, his soft laugh and his kind eyes had once served as her compass in a chaotic world. His health was deteriorating agonisingly, agonizingly, and she had

The start of a new day and a new era for Marie and Sanchez Holdings came with the boardroom coup. With an almost terrifying efficiency, her power—once a quiet undercurrent—was now a roaring tide that was sweeping away the previous order. It was evident that Marie had changed. The exhausted, tearful woman who had shared her traumas over a sundae had disappeared. She was replaced by a woman sculpted from steel and ice, a figure of great unwavering determination. She purged the mansion’s employees in a broad and decisive manner as her first action as the undisputed leader of Sanchez Holdings. The procedure was methodical and carried out with the icy accuracy of a military mission. All employees were relieved of their responsibilities, including the seasoned chefs, the hardworking gardeners, the discreet maids and the constant security detail, with the exception of a brand-new, extremely specialized unit that Marie personally chose and screened. Within her newly asserted territory, Ma