Novels by Dark Gold

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

Prince Keith I saw Heather's eyes widen the moment the words left my mouth, she looked frightened. I couldn't seem to curb the impulse that had driven me to make such a statement in the first place. I cursed inwardly. It was infuriating, no matter how fiercely I tried to erect walls around my heart, no matter how ruthlessly I attempted to ignore her presence in my thoughts, I couldn't completely deny it. Heather had found her way in whether I liked it or not. The way I worried about her was something utterly foreign to me. I had thought the most affectionate feeling one can ever have for someone is what I care for Nyles but I was wrong. I always knew my care for Nyles was from debt, from the service she had rendered me, the fact she had been there when no one was, it was only necessary I care about her that way but Heather... Heather was different. There was no history of service, no advantage I gained from her well-being, not in the direct way one might expect. Yet, the worry was t

Heather I had closed the door behind me as soon as I stepped into the room, trying not to think about what Prince Keith had said, why would he suddenly say that making my heart skip a beat, I lay on the bed shaking my head and hoping I could sleep and let everything stay behind me but I was wrong, I was not able to get even a glimpse of a sleep. He had completely clouded my thoughts, I kept on thinking about him, the way his eyes held mine when he spoke, the way he looked serious, the raw emotions from him, it was all too overwhelming that I didn't even know what to say. I was trying to make sense of everything but I couldn't. Was this... this frantic energy, this inability to find peace, this constant focus on another person... was this feeling of love? The thought felt too big, too terrifying, too impossible. I shook my head vehemently on the pillow, trying to physically dislodge the notion as if I could simply shake my thoughts into submission.Morning arrived, I had barely manag

Prince Keith I still couldn't believe that I had poured out all my frustration on Heather and somehow I felt embarrassed and stupid, I left the garden after and went back to my room trying to find something I could do to ease my mind out of the worry that had overwhelmed me, my eyes were on my desk, the papers everywhere untouched. I tried to focus, to bury myself in the things I find joy doing, but my thoughts were everywhere and focused only on Heather, no matter how much I tried to stop it. Damn it.I was a fool. A cruel, impulsive fool. How could I have spoken to her like that? She was... only trying to help me, no one had come after me but her, instead to be grateful I treated her badly. If only I could go back in time and correct what I have done.The day crawled by, trying to focus on work, but meals remained untouched. My mind was constantly replaying the scene in the garden, her wide, wounded eyes, the red flush on her cheeks. I need to apologize. Not just a mumbled, perfun

HeatherI was sad not going to lie about the way Prince Keith had spoken to me, I had walked away in a rush, hoping to find the sanctuary of my room, a welcome barrier against the storm that was Prince Keith. I picked up the book I had dropped earlier, "A Treatise on Royal Etiquette," the irony not lost on me. Etiquette hadn't prevented him from tearing into me like a spoiled brat earlier. My heart still ached, not from his words themselves, but from the raw, untamed pain that had pulsed beneath them.Why did I even care? I should just focus on surviving this gilded cage called a palace. Comforting the volatile prince was definitely not in my job description, nor was it conducive to a long and peaceful stay in the palace. Yet, the memory of his face, contorted in a silent scream, kept replaying in my mind, the king shouldn't have spoken to him like that. I was so lost in my thoughts, lost in the book I had been reading for hours until a knock came through, I furrowed my brows and sto

Prince KeithThe memory of Heather's reaction to my teasing still lingered in my mind, it was strange that warmth was blooming in my chest. It was a feeling I hadn't felt in years. It was ridiculous, of course. I, Prince Keith, the crippled prince, finding... what? Amusement? Pleasure? In the discomfort of a woman forced to marry me out of duty? But the truth, however ugly, was there. Even more disturbing was the whisper from the dormant part of me, the wolf I thought I had lost had stirred deep inside of me making a low growl, threatening to break free, he had recognized Heather's presence, I almost gasp when I heard him stir in me, I couldn't believe he had reacted to Heather that way after losing him for ten years, I haven't been able to connect with my wolf since the war happened, I have tried all means to bring Kyle back but it seems that I had lost him until now... which was quite amusing. Pushing these unwelcome thoughts away, I focused on the present insistent knock echoing

HeatherI watched Prince Keith with bewildered eyes, does he really think he is all that, that I would lock myself outside just to sleep in his room? "Do you really think so little of me, prince Keith?" I burst out, the laughter is brittle and sharp. "That I would stoop so low? That I would...sleep in your room? You flatter yourself, Prince."My mind flashed back to the night before, how we had argued, how he had insulted me even though he had tried to save me from getting caught by Ezra, which I didn't really see as a big deal because I knew Ezra wouldn't be that angry at me. I had walked back to my room that night, with the thought of laying in my bed and sleep in off, I remembered the sinking feeling when I had returned, trying to turn the door knob severally, only to find out that I had absentmindedly locked it from the inside. Panic had seized me then, not because of being locked out, but because I didn't know what could have happened, Prince Keith had successfully instilled fea