Novel-novel oleh Spark

The FinaleElena’s Point of ViewEighteen years had passed.It still felt like yesterday when I first held Amelia in my arms, her small body wrapped in soft cloth, her eyes blinking at the world for the first time. Now she was standing in the middle of the Brimstone courtyard, surrounded by lights, music, and laughter. Today was her 18th birthday.The whole pack had gathered for her. Everyone was dressed nicely. Colorful lanterns hung from trees. Long tables were filled with food, roasted meat, fresh bread, bowls of soup, and sweet cakes with berries. Children ran between chairs. Women clapped their hands and sang. Men laughed loudly, raising their drinks.“She looks so grown up,” I whispered to Salvatore, who was sitting beside me.“She is,” he replied, smiling. “Too grown.”Amelia wore a long blue dress. Her hair was braided with small white flowers. She moved through the crowd, greeting everyone. She laughed, hugged the old women, and danced with the younger ones. The whole pack lo

Third Person’s PerspectiveThe sun was shining bright over Brimstone Pack. The birds were singing in the trees. Children were running around, laughing. Everything felt fresh. Peaceful.Inside the pack hall, people had gathered. The big wooden room was full of voices and soft whispers. Everyone knew something big was about to happen.Salvatore stood in front of the crowd. He wore a dark shirt, and his face looked calm. But inside, he was thinking a lot. He looked at Elena, who was standing near the front with baby Amelia in her arms. She gave him a small nod, and he took a deep breath.“Today,” Salvatore said in a strong voice, “I will choose a new beta.”People looked at each other, surprised. Some of them had guessed it. Others hadn’t.Salvatore raised his hand and pointed. “Damon, step forward.”Gasps filled the room. Damon was a tall young man with wide shoulders and clear eyes. He looked shocked.“M-me?” Damon asked.“Yes,” Salvatore said. “You’ve worked hard. You’ve been loyal. A

Third Person’s PerspectivePeace had finally returned to Brimstone Pack. The land was quiet again. The air smelled of fresh grass and wet soil. Children played. Women laughed. Men fixed broken walls and cleaned the bloodstains that were still drying on the corners of the stone paths.Salvatore stood in the middle of it all. His eyes watched everything. His people smiled at him. They looked at him with respect again. But inside, he was still heavy. Not everything was fine. Not yet.There was one last thing he needed to do.He turned around and started walking toward the cells. They were dark and cold, built deep below the packhouse. Two guards opened the gates when they saw him coming. They didn’t speak. They just stepped aside.Salvatore walked in slowly. His boots made a soft sound on the floor. The hallway was long and quiet. Cold wind touched his face. The lights were dim. He passed the cells one by one, until he stopped in front of the last one.Ares was sitting on the floor. His

Third Person’s PerspectivePercy sat quietly in the garden, her eyes watching baby Amelia crawl around in the grass. The little girl giggled and clapped her hands, picking up leaves and trying to put them in her mouth. Elena sat close by, smiling softly as she reached over and pulled the leaves from Amelia’s tiny fingers.It was peaceful.But something didn’t feel right.Percy’s heart was heavy. She had been thinking about it for days. She knew what she needed to do, but it was hard to say the words.“Elena,” Percy said quietly.Elena turned to her. “Yes?”“I want to leave,” Percy said, her voice low.Elena blinked. “What?”“I want to leave Brimstone Pack,” Percy repeated. “I need to go.”Elena stared at her for a long time. “Why? You’re safe here. You have us. You have Amelia. You have family.”“I know,” Percy said with a small smile. “But I need to figure out my life. I’ve been through a lot. I let myself be used. I lost myself. I need to find who I am. I need a fresh start.”Elena

Third Person’s PerspectiveThe sun rose slowly over the Brimstone Pack. After so many dark days, it finally felt like the air was clean. There was no more war. No more crying. No more pain from curses or lies.For the first time in a long time, things felt calm.Inside the big house, Elena sat on the living room floor with baby Amelia in her lap. The baby was laughing and trying to bite her tiny fingers. Elena smiled softly and kissed her cheek.Just then, Percy walked in. Her hands were shaking, and her eyes looked tired, like she hadn’t slept in days. She stopped at the doorway.“Can I come in?” Percy asked in a low voice.Elena looked up and nodded. “Of course.”Percy walked slowly toward them, then sat on the floor too. She looked at Amelia, who stared at her with wide curious eyes.“I want to say sorry again,” Percy said. “I still feel… ashamed.”Elena didn’t say anything. She waited.“I let myself be used,” Percy whispered. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Or Salvatore. Or anyone. Bu

Third Person’s PerspectiveThe sky was gray. Clouds moved slowly, as if the world itself felt heavy.Salvatore sat on the cold steps of the mansion. His face was pale. His eyes were red from crying. His hands trembled slightly, even though he tried to keep them still.He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He just sat there, staring at the empty garden ahead.Inside the house, Elena watched him through the window. Her heart broke a little more every second. She wanted to run to him, to fix him, but she didn’t know how.She opened the door and stepped outside.Salvatore didn’t look at her.She walked slowly and sat beside him. “You haven’t eaten anything,” she said softly.“I’m not hungry,” he said. His voice was rough, like sandpaper.“You need to rest,” she said again.“I can’t rest,” he whispered. “I close my eyes and see his face. Callum’s face. My best friend.”Elena reached out and placed her hand over his. “It’s not your fault.”Salvatore pulled his hand away. “Yes, it is. I let her l

Alora’s POVFive words- words that have thrown me off balance“Your mother died when you were born…” is that not what Agatha said?” Melody is confusedI cannot breathe properly. My legs heavy and shaky. The twins are still crying. Everything is chaotic amd my head swimsThe door is thrown open as two servants rush in"Your Majesty!" exclaims the second servant as she hurries to my side to hold my shaky body. “What has happened?"I open my mouth, but I cannot speak, I just gasp"The children are crying " the first says, lifting my son from his crib."Your Majesty, please sit before you fall,” thesecond says as she guides me to the nearest chair,"Go and call the king!” the first commands, but I don’t know who she is commanding, but the door slams and I hear running"It's a trick," Melody insists. "Someone is pranking us”But what if it isn't? What if my mother has been alive all this time?The first servants manage to quiet my son, ans she moves to mu daughter"Stop crying little princ

Alora’s POVSix months later, I am lying in a hospital bed, holding the sheets because of my contractions. I hate how I feel"Push!" Dr. Belimah commands meI push with all my strength, a guttural scream tearing from my throat as I feel like I am tearing up. The pain is so bad. It feels like my body is splitting in two and then scattering like sand"Please, I can't," I cry, “I can't do this anymore. Please."Melody growls inside me. She is in pain too. “Let us try, Alora!”Another contraction hits, and I scream again. The midwife wipes my forehead with a cloth while Dr. Belimah positions herself between my legs."The head is crowning," she announces. "One more big push, Dr White. You can do this!” At this point I almost give out that my name is not White, but AloraSummoning strength, I push with everything in me- I want this done with. After this baby, I don’t think I will ever allow myself to be pregnant again. I feel an intense burning sensation in my private part as it stretches l

Alora’s POVI can't process it all. I sink to my knees, tears streaming down my face. My real mother- a woman named Helen who loved my father. A woman who died thinking her baby was dead, never knowing I lived.Through my tears, I see movement in the corner. My father is shaking, silent tears streaming down his face. Helen was the love of his life. He has been trapped in his paralysed body all this time, hearing everything, unable to speak or move.Lucas has disappeared- he slipped out during the chaos, probably to find his mother and siblings, to get them away from this cursed place.I wipe my tears and stand. I am the white wolf. I cannot be weakI walk to my father's wheelchair and kneel before him. Looking into his eyes, I see how sad he is. How he regrets abandoning me. Without even touching him, I heal him gently"Come back," I whisper. "Your wolf, your strength, your voice, your entirety. Come back to us."The poisons Agatha has been feeding him neutralises. His suppressed sta

Alora’s POV“Are you not sleeping with the guard!?” I say in utter disgust***“We can share, that is why we are a team,” Agatha says with a broad smile as if enjoying how disgusted I look“You what!?” I scream, losing control at the amount of atrocities being committed in this house. Even father shakes visibly at the revelation. I can see his face cort slightly in disgust- the highest reaction he can give. He is sick, paralyzed even, but he is not deaf. Even Lucas seems to understand this part. He pauses and looks at them, confusion and disgust equally in his face“You know what, I don’t care what the both of you do with your bodies. I just came here for dad”I proceed to move toward Lucas slowly, reaching out to him carefully. His mind is shattered, broken by grief and possibly magic. Agatha has always dabbled in the atrocities"I can help you," I say to himAs I approach Lucas, I feel a sudden movement around me. Melody screams warning me as Agatha and Leah move with wolf speed, t

Alora’s POV"Alora, my dear daughter. How rude. Not even a hello to your mother? After all that I have done for you?"I want to ask her what she has done for me ever since I lost consciousness order than make me feel worthless, but I did not come here to trade words with her. "I did not come all the way from my kingdom to this pack to exchange pleasantries," I reply coldly. "I cannot pretend we are on good terms, Agatha. I come for my father."“You now call me Agatha? Not even mother?” she fakes her shocked response“I started calling you by your name a long time ago, you were just too cruel to notice. You saw me as nothing, so you did not notice. Now I am something, you want to form a bond between us, a collaboration of mother and daughter, but that would not happen!”Her smile falters slightly, but she regains herself. “And why is that?” she asksBefore I can respond, the side door opens and Leah who excused herself earlier because she could not stand my presence and she and Agatha

Alora’s POVAn older woman steps into my path, falling to her knees because she cannot look at my face. I know her- she is Fiona, the she-wolf who once worked in the pack house kitchens. She was in fact wicked to me. Sne called me useless a lot of times, smacked my face and hit my head on the wall whenever she had the chance to. Ahe only stopped when I was grown and after I fought her back one day, stabbed her arm with a pair of scissors. I wonder what she wants now. She must be delusional to think that I will help her with whatever request she is about to mas"White wolf," she says with a shaky voice. Even she is judging herself. “Please, help us. Our land is dying."I stop, looking around properly for the first time. The Midnight Pack territory looks... horrible- even worst than how the Alistair kingdom was looking like bef I broke the curse. The trees are withering, fields that should be green, lush and fruitful are barren. The people themselves look thin, their clothes worn out.

First Person’s PerspectivePercyI wasn’t trying to eavesdrop or listen in on their conversationHonestly, I wasn’t. I had gone down to the kitchen for something sweet to calm my nerves, something to soothe the uneasy and anxious feeling that I felt, sleep had been impossible lately, especially with Ron pacing at night like a caged wolf. I stirred honey into my tea with half frozen fingers, muttering under my breath about the godforsaken draft in the corridor window again. My slippers made soft thuds against the cold stone floors as I made my way back upstairs.That’s when I heard his voice.Ron.He was in the study. The door—careless, as always—was left slightly ajar, just enough to let a voice slip through the crack like smoke.“I told you already,” Ron said. His tone wasn’t loud, but it cut through the silence like a blade. Sharp, deliberate. “Borin and Terak were careless. They let their egos get in the way. Salvatore retaliated, just like I warned them he would. But now it’s time

Third Person LimitedSalvatoreThe wind howled outside the fortress walls like a living thing—restless, angry, relentless. The sound reverberated through the stone corridors of the stronghold, rattling windowpanes and stirring the flames in wall sconces. Inside the war room, Salvatore sat behind his large oak desk, unmoving, a shadow among maps and ledgers. His elbows rested heavily on the desk’s surface, his fingers rhythmically tapping against the edge, creating a sound that was steady but unthinking. His eyes, sharp as a predator’s and dark as midnight, stared blankly at the battlefield map spread out before him.Colored pins pierced through various points across the map—markers of skirmishes lost and won, key resource routes, ambush sites, suspected enemy hideouts. The map looked more like a bleeding carcass than a strategy guide. But none of that held his focus now.What haunted him—what clung to the edges of his mind like a thorn embedded under skin—were the scout’s words.“They

Valen’s POVAn idea struck me when I got out. I can actually blow my own trumpets. I called for my warriors to meet me in the training yard."Alpha, what can we do for you?" my head warrior asked."I need to spar. Who wants to challenge their Alpha?"Of course, he already knows what I need. I had texted him earlier. I had told him to make sure I won easily, but to make it look good. I needed to show my dominance before tonight.At another end, was a servant making a live video"I'll spar with you, Alpha," Jake volunteered.We circled each other, and then he attacked. But it was exactly like we had planned. He fought well enough to make it interesting, but I overpowered him easily as planned. Then another warrior stepped up, and another. I beat them all. The head where you had made sure to pass my information across to all of them- anyone who spars with me must let me win"Alpha, you're magnificent!" one of them said, breathing hard."No one can defeat you," another added. “Every time

Valen’s POV“Valen, we need to start getting ready too,” my wolf said after I hung up on Gina. “We need to prepare like every other person too.”“Yes,yes,” I replied. “Let me call for the servant in charge of my clothI called for the servant who takes care of my clothes. He came running immediately."Alpha, you called for me?""Yes. How is my suit coming along? Is it ready?"Marcus smiled proudly. "Almost finished, Alpha. The tailors are just putting the final touches on it. It will be perfect for tonight.""Good. I want to look like the Alpha I am.""Of course, Alpha. You will look amazing."After Marcus left, I went to my mirror to practice. Gina had told me to work on my speech, the one I would give before I crushed Veyra in front of everyone. I stood there, watching myself, perfecting every word. Every pause and every expression was perfect. I wanted to see the exact moment when Veyra's you realise that she has been playedI was still practicing when another servant knocked on m

Valen’s POVThe night went exactly as I planned. Veyra gave herself to me completely. She felt loved She praised me. She praised herself, calling herself the future Luna. How ironicWhen it was over, she curled up against me, her breathing soft and satisfied.”This is the best sex we have had in a long time…” she said as she hugged me. Her bare chest pressing on mine. She has a really soft body. I love the shape of her breasts. I will miss her body for that. She looked so peaceful, so happy. I held back my laughter“The sex was boring as usual,” I said, indulging Dada,“I can't stand her, Dada replied with disgust. “I hate the way she clings to us. She is a whore! She cheated on us! And to top it all, sex with her is boring. I miss Gina,” he sighed“Me too, Dada,” I sighed too. “Don’t worry, tomorrow night will be different,” I assured him. “Tomorrow night we'll be with our real mate.”“About time,” Dada growled. “We need to move on from her completely”I couldn't agree more. I miss G

Valen’s POV"I am so sorry for everything I did. I should never have doubted you,” Veyra whispered against my lips. "I don’t even understand myself lately. I missed my mental health check up twice. I think I need to go back and ask for more medicine. Gina posted something about mental health and I resonated with it. I don’t want my mental health issues to spoil our relationship…”"Shh. Stop talking about that. Everything is going to be fine. Even though your head is unstable, you are still my baby and I still love you.”She nodded, accepting my words completely. “Thank you…”"I have another surprise planned for tomorrow," I told her. "Something that will make up for today."Her face lit up. "Really? What is it?""Would I be able to call it a surprise if I tell you what it is?” I smiled at her. If only she knewShe laughed, “I agree, but I cannot wait!” she yelped in excitement"Good. I am working to make sure that it is going to be very unforgettable. It is different from the one I pl