Novels by Dammie Lar

Tyler and Jack surrounded Emma curiously as they waited patiently for their Queen to elaborate more about her plan.“Tyler” she called out in a serious tone. “Arrange a meeting with the Faes. Tell them we are ready to surrender”“What? Are you out of your mind?” Tyler asked in disbelief. “My Queen, are you really sure about what you're saying?” Jack asked with concern etched all over his face.“Yes, I am sure about this. I wouldn't be saying so if I wasn't. Now, ask no more and do as I've instructed” Emma said, her tone taking an irritated edge.“But at least fill us in on what you plan to do if we arrange the meeting with the Faes. You can't just leave us out of this” Tyler said in a frustrated sigh.“My plan is to arrange a meeting with them and hold them hostage till they release my son”“Meanwhile, we can't let them know what we're planning to do to them. To them, it will be just a meeting”Tyler's lips parted in shock. He was about to say more when a maid suddenly burst into the

“Shawn” Emma wailed in agony as she fell helplessly to the floor. She was too late. If only she had come a few minutes earlier she could have saved her son.Tears rolled down her cheeks as Emma looked at the empty room for any traces of her Shawn but it was empty aside from the lifeless body of the maid she had assigned to protect him.The maid was on her back with eyes wide open. A long slit had been made on her neck where blood flowed out of, making a small poodle on the floor.Emma bit her lips and crawled to the maid's side. With one deep breath, she placed a hand over her eyes and closed them.As soon as she was done, she broke down, sobbing once again. If this was the fate of her maid, then what was going to happen to her son? She couldn't dare to think about it.“My Queen, please calm down one of her waiting maids," pleaded. “I believe the young master would be alright. You have to be strong if you want to see him again” She reasoned.Emma knew her maid's words made sense and a

Jack stood there, breathing hard. His eyes were wild.Emma stared at him. "What do you mean? What do you mean there’s an attack?" She rushed out hoping it was her ear having issues but little did she know it was real and she was in for a shocker.Jack wiped his forehead. "It’s real, Alpha. They came from nowhere. It was a sudden attack and we don’t know how. It’s sudden."Emma’s mouth dropped open. "How is that possible? How can they just attack like that without us knowing? Don't you think something is wrong in your information? Something we don't know?"Jack shook his head fast. "I don’t know, Alpha. We didn't miss anything. It’s like they just appeared out of nowhere and then they are there, staging the attack.”Emma looked at Tyler. Her heart raced fast, like it would jump out of her chest. She could not believe this but Jack could not be telling a lie. If he said they attacked suddenly, then they did so and needed to act fast before the attack got rough.Tyler moved closer upon n

On the second day, Emma sat on her bed, staring at the window. Her head hurt terribly as she didn't sleep much last night. She rubbed her eyes and continued looking out of the window. She had been quiet all morning. She didn’t feel like talking to anyone. She didn’t even eat her breakfast. Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door. Before she could say anything, the door opened and a maid walked in, carrying Shawn in her arms. The little boy was crying loudly that even the windows seemed to shake. His face was wet and red and his small hands kept hitting the maid’s shoulders as he wailed, his feet's kicking the air and occasionally her thighs.“Miss Emma,” the maid said in a hurry, “I tried to calm him. He keeps crying and won't stop doing it. I don't know what to do. I have tried everything possible to pet him but it seems he wants only you.”Emma stared at the both of them for a while contemplating whether to just chase both the maid and her son away or collect him from her. Sh

Five years later,Emma Sinclair had given birth to a bouncing baby boy who had a striking resemblance to her.It was her son's fourth birthday party and they were currently in a mansion throwing a grand party for him. The hall was filled with werewolves and cinder wolves who were here to grace the occasion.Emma was seated high in her throne, her face elegant and perfect. She had matured over the years and she had the glow of a mother and queen. She was a beauty to behold as several wolves cast admiring glances in her direction.But of course, her attention wasn't on them as she gazed at a little figure dancing at the center of the room. Her eyes shone with pride as she watched son dancing with his friends.‘Her son,’ she thought. She had done all in her power to protect him and she would continue to do so until her last breath. This throne, this legacy would be passed on to him when she was gone.Emma was no longer the weak wolf people knew her to be, instead that entity had been rep

After the twins had gone, Ava turned angrily to her mother. “Mom, what were you thinking? You could have gotten yourself killed. How good will you be to Emma if you're dead”“Shut up” her mother growled. “Don't act like you care about your sister. We all know you are happy that she's no longer here,” she revealed. “The twins are gone so quit the act”“Mom,” Ava said in disbelief. “Is that what you think of me? Don't you think that my alliance with the twins could be the only way we might get Emma back? I could persuade the twins to bring Emma back,” she added.“I would be a fool if I believed you, Ava,” Mrs Sinclair said. “I know you have no good intentions towards Emma. You're just saying all these because you don't want me to cause a scene or disrupt your love affair” she scoffed.‘Damn’ Ava thought. “How could her mom see through all her plans? She had to use a different tactic or her mom was going to ruin everything”She rubbed her cheek that still stung slightly and forced tears

Writer’s POVThe air in the packhouse had shifted. What had once been filled with tension and uncertainty now felt like a long-awaited sigh of relief. Aurora was alive. Not just alive, but thriving. And Asher was by her side, standing tall, knowing that despite everything, they had survived. The worst had passed, or so they hoped. And now, a new chapter had begun.Yet even as the pack began to settle, there remained one last task to address: Ava’s fate.The room where the council usually convened was heavy with the weight of this decision. Asher stood before his packmates, the authority of his position evident in the way he carried himself. But there was an edge to him, something raw and unyielding. He had always been a strong leader, but there were moments where his heart wavered. This was one of those moments.Ava’s betrayal had cut deeper than any wound. She had come to the pack as family, only to turn on them with the kind of malice that could not be forgiven. The thought of

Aurora’s POVI couldn’t stop smiling.The moment the healer told me I was pregnant again, something inside me shifted—like the sun had finally broken through the clouds after a long storm. I placed a hand over my stomach as I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my hair back. I hadn’t told the twins yet. I hadn’t even had the chance to sit down with Asher and talk about names or what this meant for our future—but it didn’t matter. For the first time in a while, I felt light.Happy.I was carrying life. A piece of us.I hummed softly as I reached for my robe, draping it over my shoulders. I didn’t hear the door creak open. I didn’t sense the danger until it was already inside the room.The moment I turned toward the bed, I froze.Ava stood there.Her eyes were wild—empty, broken, and filled with the kind of rage that couldn’t be reasoned with. And in her hand was a silver knife.“Ava,” I breathed, stepping back instinctively. “You don’t have to do this.”“You took everything,” she h

Asher's POVWeeks had passed since the storm—the kind that didn't tear trees or shatter windows but left scars all the same. The kind that clawed at the inside of your chest, whispering that peace is always temporary.Now, I sat in the council room, the air still and cold.Aurora sat beside me, her presence calm but unreadable, like always. Loid stood at attention to my right, his arms folded, eyes sharp, waiting—ever the watchful shadow.The large oak table between us bore the weight of our responsibilities. On its polished surface were maps, reports, and a folder stamped with a red “X.” That red mark had become all too familiar lately. It meant danger. Uncertainty. Rogues.I let out a breath and stared down at the latest file.A new rogue group had surfaced on the outskirts of the western borders. They weren’t just passing through like most. They were organized. Strategic. And from the signs left behind, they had blood on their hands. Pack blood.“This isn’t just another scattered

Aurora’s POVI don’t remember how long we drove.Time blurred as I clutched Asher’s hand, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. Every minute that passed felt like another moment too late. All I could think about was our children—where they were, what they might be going through, and whether we’d get there in time.Hannah’s last words repeated in my head like a curse.They’re with Ava… She’s planning to trade them for money.It was the kind of betrayal that left a wound deeper than any blade. And it wasn’t just about the betrayal—it was the fear. The unknown. The unbearable thought that we might not get them back.When we arrived at the address Hannah had given us, the place looked abandoned. An old storage facility, quiet, empty, surrounded by nothing but weeds and silence.We rushed through the rusted doors, searching every shadow, every corner. But they weren’t there.No kids. No Ava.My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.I stood frozen in the middle of the room, struggling to br

Asher POVThere’s a sound that a gun makes when it fires at close range—so loud it eats the world around you. For a moment, that’s all there is. The crack of it rang in my ears long after the trigger had been pulled. I hadn’t even realized I was breathing until I looked down and saw my mother—my own mother—staggering back, her body folding over as blood bloomed beneath her hands.It all happened so fast. My heartbeat was thundering in my chest, drowning everything out. Time had fractured, stretched into pieces that didn’t make sense. One second she was lunging at Aurora, rage wild in her eyes, and the next… I stopped her.I stopped her with a bullet.She dropped to her knees, slow and strangely graceful. Her face wasn’t angry anymore. There was shock in her eyes, yes—but beneath that, I saw something I hadn’t seen since I was a child.Fear. Weakness. And... maybe regret.“Hannah—” I choked out, my voice strangled by guilt and adrenaline.I moved toward her, every inch of me resistin

Aurora POVI didn’t care about the consequences anymore. The moment we received the intel, my body moved on its own. My heart pounded with rage, panic, and a single-minded determination: end this. I was done waiting, done thinking, done planning. Hannah had crossed every line imaginable, and I was going to make her pay—today.“Asher, I’m going.” I snatched my jacket and turned toward the door, fury blazing under my skin like wildfire.He stepped in front of me. “Aurora, wait. We can’t just rush in there without a strategy. You know how she is. She’s expecting this. We need a plan, trust me—”“There’s no time for a damn plan!” I snapped, my voice rising louder than I intended. “She has my family. She’s taken too much already. Every second we sit here talking is another second she’s one step ahead!”His eyes softened, but I didn’t want softness. Not now.I shoved past him, and then I said it—the thing that had been simmering beneath the surface for too long. “All of this… everything… i