Novels by Spark

First Person's PerspectiveElenaThe days passed slowly in my locked room. Each day felt exactly the same as the one before. The same four stone walls surrounded me, their cold surface rough under my fingertips. The same small window sat high on the wall, letting in only a little sunlight and showing me the same small piece of sky. I spent hours just staring at it, watching clouds drift by, sometimes white and fluffy, sometimes dark and heavy with rain. The same heavy silence filled the air, pressing against my ears like a thick, invisible weight. There was nothing to do but count the cracks in the ceiling, trace the patterns on the stone floor, and wait for the next meal to be pushed through the door.Then one morning, something different happened. The door opened without warning.I blinked at the sudden light spilling into my room. My eyes adjusted slowly as I looked up, and there, standing in the doorway, was Salvatore. His tall body blocked most of the light from the hallway, maki

First Person's PerspectiveElenaI sat curled up by the window, my arms wrapped tightly around my knees, staring outside as the sky turned darker and darker. The dream about young Salvatore would not leave my mind. It kept playing again and again in my head like a song stuck on repeat. I saw him—just a boy, alone, hurt, never fighting back no matter what they did to him. Every time I thought about it, my chest felt tight, as if someone was squeezing my heart.For so long, I had hated Salvatore. I had been afraid of him, furious at him for all the things he had done. But now... now, I felt something different. A deep sadness that I could not shake. A sadness for the boy he used to be. A sadness for the pain he had endured long before he grew into the man he was today. The man who hurt others.No wonder he got so angry when I asked about his past. No wonder he pushed me away.I leaned forward and rested my forehead against the cold glass of the window. The chill seeped into my skin, but

First Person's PerspectiveElenaThe dream came again, but this time, it was much clearer.I stood in an open training yard, the air so cold that it felt like tiny needles pricking my skin. The moon hung above, full and bright, casting long shadows over the stone ground. A tall figure stood before me, the same boy from my last dream. But now, he was older—maybe thirteen or fourteen. His black hair was longer, falling just above his dark eyes. His face was thinner, his cheekbones sharper, and though he was growing, his shoulders still looked too narrow for his height.This was Salvatore. No longer a child, but not yet a man.Three older boys stood around him, their expressions full of cruel amusement. They were bigger, their muscles already strong from training, their postures relaxed, confident. They moved around him like hungry animals, waiting for the right moment to strike.The tallest one smirked and shoved Salvatore's shoulder hard, making him stumble back. "Look, it's the half-b

First Person's PerspectiveElenaI walked back and forth in my small room, my bare feet making soft tapping sounds on the cold stone floor. The room was dimly lit, with only the sunlight slipping through the tiny window on the wall. But even that little bit of warmth did nothing to stop the chill that ran through my body. It wasn’t from the cold air—it was from the dream I had last night.I couldn’t stop thinking about it. That young boy with Salvatore’s dark eyes. His face had been soft, kind. He had protected someone smaller than him, standing in front of them like a shield. He had been good. That was what confused me the most. How could that boy be the same man who locked me in this place? The same man who treated me like I was nothing? I needed answers. I needed to understand.Taking a deep breath, I walked to the heavy wooden door and knocked loudly."Guard!" I called out, pressing my palm flat against the door. "I need to speak with Alpha Salvatore."For a moment, there was no a

First Person's PerspectiveSalvatoreI should not have been able to hear them talking. The castle walls were made of thick stone, built to keep sounds from escaping. But somehow, their voices carried through, clear as if they stood right beside me.Salvatore’s voice was deep and sharp, filled with anger. Hermione’s voice was just as sharp, but hers had a hissing quality, full of bitterness. I could only catch a few words, but those words made my stomach twist."Curse.""Bloodline.""Power."I pressed my whole body against the cold wall, desperate to hear more. My heart pounded in my chest so hard I thought it might burst. My hands, damp with sweat, pressed against the rough stone, and I bit my lip so hard it almost bled.What curse were they talking about? And what did my family’s bloodline have to do with anything?I strained to hear more, but then—The shouting stopped.The angry words turned into something else. A sound that made my face burn with embarrassment.The rustling of fab

First Person's PerspectiveSalvatoreThe heavy door closed behind me as I stepped out of Elena’s room. My body felt tense, my jaw tight, and my hands curled into fists. My mind kept replaying Hermione’s outburst at dinner. The way she had screamed, thrown things, humiliated herself in front of everyone. She had gone too far this time. Much too far.I walked quickly down the long, dimly lit hallway. My boots hit the stone floor hard, each step making a sharp sound in the silence. The torches flickered on the walls, casting long shadows that seemed to dance as I passed. My breath felt heavy in my chest, my blood still hot with anger.When I reached Hermione’s chambers, I didn’t knock. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. She was pacing back and forth in the room, her expensive dress swishing around her ankles. The air was thick with the sharp scent of her perfume, but beneath it, I could smell her anger.She turned quickly when she saw me, her eyes flashing with fury. “Here to yel

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.