Novel-novel oleh Dark Gold

Prince Keith’s POV The jarring screech of my wheelchair's wheels against the polished marble floor echoed in the suffocating silence of the corridor. I knew I had messed up terribly. Heather's face, etched with a pain I had inflicted, burned behind my eyelids. Her quiet anger, far more potent than any shouted word weighs in my chest. She never raised her voice, not at me, not ever and I, the supposed Prince, the man who claimed to care for her, had unleashed my frustration and misdirected rage at her.Just overwhelmed was my pathetic excuse. Overwhelmed by the sudden shift in the palace Nyles's sudden return. I should have known this was how she would act. Nyles always had a way of asserting her claim, of disrupting any semblance of peace, and Heather, my gentle, steady Heather, was caught in the crossfire.My chair whirred, carrying me away from the guilt-ridden silence of her room and back towards my own chambers. I didn't need to look behind me to know Nyles was there, her footste

Heather The floorboards of my room creaked beneath my bare feet as I paced from left to right, right to left. Each step was supposed to be a stride towards clarity, but instead, it only churned the murky waters of my mind, making them murkier still. My breath hitched in my chest with a tight knot of dread. How had I been so utterly, irrevocably stupid?Nyles? The name itself was a bitter taste on my tongue. For a while now she has been gone and I had totally forgotten her, I'd almost forgotten she existed, almost convinced myself she was nothing more than a memory and in that blissful, ignorant void, I had given myself to Keith. Completely without reservation.My heart ached with a sudden pang, thinking about Keith's kindness, his unwavering attentiveness, his gentle touch. Every single moment replayed in my mind, each tender gesture now tainted with a sickening suspicion. Was it all an act? A facade, constructed solely because Nyles was absent? Had he merely been filling a void, bid

Prince Keith "I'm sorry to interrupt, your highness, "but... Nyles is back. She asked me to let you know about it." The moment those words left the guards ' mouths my breath hitched, and a soft gasp got caught in my throat. Nyles!I had almost forgotten that someone like that existed, I was so lost in Heather, lost in my feelings, and everything about her that I had forgotten I had another woman to deal with, I was rooted to the ground, unable to move. "Keith?" Heather's voice came softly. I let out a deep, shuddering breath and glanced at her."Heather," I managed, my voice rougher than I intended."I... I think I will return to my chambers," Heather said, her voice barely a whisper, before I could even form a coherent protest, before I could beg her to stay she turned and walked away. I watched her back lump forming on my throat. Every instinct screamed at me to reach for her, to pull her back, but my hands remained gripping the armrests of my wheelchair and then I saw Nyles was

HeatherThe morning air was crisp and cool against my skin, quite different from the warmth that bloomed in my chest. I practically vibrated with anticipation. Sleeping had been a restless affair, and my mind replayed our late-night conversations, the way Keith's eyes had softened, and the walk he had talked about in the letter. I was up before the first hint of rose touched the sky, dressing in my favorite forest-green gown, practical enough for a stroll but still elegant. My fingers trembled slightly as I fastened the last button.Taking a deep breath, I slipped out of my room and made my way to Keith's door. I tapped lightly, not wanting to disturb anyone else in the still-sleeping palace. A moment later, the door opened, and Keith's face appeared. He offered a small, genuine smile as he rolled his wheelchair out."Good morning, Heather," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. "Ready for our adventure?""As I will ever be," I replied, my own smile wi

Prince Keith The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Heather. Her face, softened by sleep, was turned towards me, her dark hair scattered against the pillow. Sunlight, filtered through the curtains, cast a warm glow on her skin, making her look like a painting. My heart swelled with happiness and contentment.I couldn’t fathom how I had lived before her, gently, so as not to disturb her peaceful sleep, I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her hair, inhaling the faint, sweet scent of her. She stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips, but remained asleep. I pulled back walking towards the window, pulling back the curtain to let more light stream into my chamber. Thirty minutes later, I heard a gentle knock that was enough to stir Heather. I quickly sat down in my wheelchair and turned it towards the door, I opened the door and it was one of the maids who came in with my breakfast. “Good morning, Your Highness,” she greeted.“Morning,” I replied, my gaze briefly flick

HeatherAfter we were done eating, the weather was getting too chill and we decided to return to our chambers. Keith sat down in his wheelchair and I helped him back to his chamber, I stopped in front of his door and he turned his wheelchair to look at me, "Goodnight," he mumbled and I smiled "Can I join you?" I asked before I could stop myself, Prince Keith's eyes went wider as he didn't expect such a question from me."Are you sure?" He asked and I shrugged "I...I can just go back to my room, you don't have to feel pressured," I said quickly, feeling embarrassed for what I said. "I want you to come with me Heather, I only wanted to be sure you are okay with it," he replied and my smile widened. He went closer to his door and turn the knob, the door clicked open and we both stepped inside. I closed the door behind us and as soon as the door was closed, Keith stood up from his wheelchair. He looked at me, a soft, questioning expression on his face. "You... locked the door?"My ha

Willow’s POVIt’s been three years.Three years since the war. Three years since everything changed, and yet, in so many ways, everything feels the same. The palace is quieter now, though it’s never quite still. Life has moved on, unfolding, healing, and growing. The scars remain, but they’re faded, tucked away beneath the surface, just enough to remind us of what we’ve lost, but not so much that we can’t continue on. The pack has grown. It has become something new, something more, something better, despite everything. The bonds between us are unbreakable, forged in blood and fire, and we’ve rebuilt what we once thought was lost forever. Ruby’s presence in our lives has been a blessing in more ways than one. She’s become family in every sense of the word, not just my closest friend but a sister, someone I never knew I needed until she came into my life. And, of course, the triplets. My mates, my husbands.Aiden, Asher, and Axel. My heart still swells when I look at them, not just be

Willow’s POVThe cold, numbing silence enveloped me as I opened my eyes. I didn’t know what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t this. The last thing I remembered was the sharp pain from the knife, Alpha Thane’s knife. It had been a slow, agonizing descent into darkness, and now I was here, wherever here was.I was in a place that felt… unreal, ethereal even. The air was thick, heavy with an otherworldly presence, and a silver glow bathed everything. The landscape stretched out before me, a vast expanse that seemed to pulse with life, as though the very earth beneath me was alive. The ground was soft, almost liquid, but solid at the same time, and above me, a sky that wasn’t quite like any sky I had seen before—a sky of endless moons, their pale light shimmering like ghosts.And then, I saw her.My heart skipped a beat, a wave of dread and sorrow washing over me as I locked eyes with my mother. She stood there, her back straight, her expression unreadable. The sight of her should have

Alpha Thane’s POVThe cold stone walls of the palace felt more suffocating than ever as I stood in the center of the room, panting, my chest heaving with exhaustion. The world around me seemed to blur, my senses dulled by the toll of the battle and the relentless power I had been channeling. I had tried everything, spells, dark magic, fire, anything I could use to subdue her. But none of it had worked. Willow was too strong now. Stronger than I had ever anticipated. And with every passing moment, I felt my grip on this palace, on my empire, slipping away.I had become too reliant on my power. The souls I had taken, the spells I had cast, nothing seemed to matter anymore. She was the one I had underestimated. She had grown and changed in ways that even I couldn’t fathom, and now, I was standing here, helpless. The Moon Goddess had chosen her, and no matter what I tried, I couldn’t stop it.She was coming for me. And she would not stop until she had destroyed me.I glanced around, panic

Willow’s POVThe scent of smoke and burning flesh clung to the air, mingling with the sound of clashing swords and furious roars. The battle was in full swing, a violent symphony of growls screams, and the crackle of magic. I could hear the howl of the Lycans, the battle cries of Ruby’s warriors, and the sharp clang of steel against steel. My heart hammered in my chest, adrenaline pumping through my veins, but my focus was absolute. This was us, fighting side by side to defend the world that we knew. The world that we had.The palace, once a symbol of power and dominance, had become a battlefield, a crumbling monument to everything my father had built. It was the final confrontation, the culmination of everything I’d been through. I was here, surrounded by those who fought for me, Lycans, Moon Descendants, and Ruby’s warriors. They fought beside me, united in our shared purpose: the fall of Alpha Thane.But this was not just their fight. This was mine, I needed to give those who had b

Axel’s POVI sat in the cold, dark cell, my eyes staring at the rusted bars. The sound of dripping water echoed from somewhere far in the distance. It has become a constant in the background of my life now. A sound I could never escape as if time itself was slowly draining away. Asher and Aiden were sitting on the other side of the room, their backs against the stone wall, their faces unreadable. But I knew the truth, I could feel it. Their hope had been drained, just like mine. We’d been broken and shattered, and it seemed like there was nothing left to hold onto. Everything had fallen apart. “Axel, we’ve tried everything,” Asher’s voice was hollow like he was speaking from the depths of a grave. He had given up. “We can’t keep fighting. We can’t keep pretending like we have a chance.” I clenched my fists, my teeth gritting together. It was the same speech every day, every night. We couldn’t fight back anymore, couldn’t do anything but sit here and wait for our death. But I refuse

Willow’s POVIt was a small, simple thing, a phone lying on the stone floor of the room... I hadn’t expected to find it, but there it was, tucked behind a pile of sheets, like some forgotten relic. My fingers trembled as I picked it up, feeling the weight of it, the symbol of the connection to the outside world. A lifeline. The voice of a friend, a reminder that not everything in my life had been consumed by darkness. I didn’t hesitate. With trembling hands, I unlocked it, hoping for some miracle, some ounce of luck. I had been so alone in this journey, carrying Daniel and Ella, preparing for war, and trying to keep us all alive. I needed to hear a familiar voice. I needed someone who could remind me of who I was. And there, on the other side, was Ruby. Her voice crackled through the receiver, but I could hear the relief in it. “Willow? Is that really you?” Ruby’s voice, full of emotion, broke through my heart. I could hear her relief mixed with something else, concern. “Where h

Chiara Moretti "You need a new assistant, and I have just the person for you. She has been contacted and briefed, and trust me when I tell you that she knows her job," Alessandro said as he drove me close to the company that used to be mine.My heart was thumping in my chest, and I was nervous. This was going to be my first real statement after three years, a stake ahead for me. A tall woman was waiting in front of a cafe. I had a feeling that this would be the woman that Alessandro was talking about. "Is that her?" I asked, pointing towards the standing figure, and he laughed. "Of course not, that's one of her security agents." He answered as he slowly eased into the parking space that had the sign reserved."You are so full of surprises," I said as he simply led the way towards the tall figure. "Liliana! It has been such a long time," he said as the woman immediately saluted him."It is always a pleasure, sir. Let me lead you to her; she didn't want you stressing to scan the roo

Chiara MorettiThe previous day went better than I had envisaged. It was nice to see Rowan and Alessia tear at each other after they had torn me down. It was almost like the accident gave me my chance at righting the wrongs that had been done to me. I was ready to take back everything that is mine, and there was no better time to do it than now. Today was going to be a good day; the weather was calm, and I felt the urge to do a little something to celebrate my victory when my phone rang. I rushed to it, thinking that it was Alessandro who called, since he had merely dropped me off last night and zoomed off. He wasn't the one calling; Marco's name displayed on my phone's screen as I fought back the wave of disgust that hit me. After all the embarrassment that Alessia had caused him because of me yesterday, he was still reaching out to me. Everything that he was doing made me question everything that defined the relationship we had. “Hello,” I said calmly as I fought back the urge to

Chiara Moretti The evening came by faster than I planned, and somehow, I found myself running against time to meet with Marco. Alessandro had sent me his driver thirty minutes earlier, and I felt worse that I was making him wait. Marco had long texted me the details of where we would meet, and it turned out to be a high-end private restaurant. Marco was waiting outside for me, looking at his watch occasionally. The driver packed, and I got out. He saw me almost immediately and hurried over to where I was. He made to hug me, but I stretched out my hands, offering him a handshake. He laughed and took my hand, shaking it firmly. "Good evening, Marco," I greeted calmly as I pulled my hands away from his grasp. His body touching mine now infuriated me, and I doubted if I would be able to last long without losing myself and ripping him apart right here. Alessandro's words from earlier resounded in my ears as I took a deep breath and steadied my emotions. My end goal was more important t

Chiara MorettiMy phone beeped as soon as I got to the car; it was a text from Alessandro. I dialed his number once, and he immediately picked up; his voice was curt and calm, just as it always was. "Where are you?" He asked, his voice not imposing or questioning. "I'm in the car. I want to leave" I responded over the phone. I heard the sharp intake of his breath and figured that it was not his plan. "Do you have something else in mind?" I asked. "Yes, but I'll join you in the car. We will leave, maybe another time" he said, and the call disconnected. My mind was a mess. I thought I had prepared myself for when I would finally meet my ex-husband and the woman I thought was my sister. Their betrayal had eaten deep into me, and I could feel my blood boiling. Marco did not change; that was a good thing because it was going to make the first step of what I had in mind even easier to accomplish. His shiny black card caught the light and glistened in my hands. I smirked and picked up m

Chiara Moretti The reflection that stared back at me was a stranger's. A beautiful, dangerous stranger. The makeup artist had just applied the final dusting of powder, my eyes were the only familiar feature I know, it looks nothing like Chiara Moretti but Viviana Marino."Perfetto, Signora Marino," the artist murmured, stepping back to admire her work.I gave a curt nod and I got dressed. Alessandro Bianchi was waiting for me, he stood as I entered the grand foyer of his palazzo, wearing an expensive tailored tuxedo."You look the part, Viviana," he said and my lips twitched.The drive to the gala was short, and I watched the city lights blur past, my heart drumming against my ribs in the Royce rolls we were both seated on."Are you ready?" Mr. Bianchi asked as the car came to a stop.I nodded but the truth was, my hands were clammy, and my stomach was twisted into a sick knot, I was terrified they would see through the disguise.The moment the car door was opened by a uniformed atte

Chiara MorettiTWO YEARS LATER I stood in the front of the full-length mirror that offered a reflection I barely recognized. It's been two years, three months, and precisely seventeen days since the fire, since the world believed Chiara Moretti perished in a horrific accident. And two years to the day since Alessandro Bianchi had offered retribution I was too broken to refuse.My fingers, traced my face, once round and innocent, was now leaner, my eyes, though was still the same shade of deep hazel. A glance wouldn't reveal the old Chiara not even a lingering stare, I look entirely like a different person.I had turned my attention to the television when I heard the journalist on the TV. I had spent the last two years focusing on Marco and Alesia. I have seen every plastered across news articles, society pages, and glossy magazine spreads. I saw how they flaunted my wealth which only fueled the fury within me.There was a sudden soft click, and the door opened, pulling me from my re