Novels by Myrtleme

"Hi," Faye started, ignoring Jordan's statement, "I'd introduce myself, but you already know who I am.""And I'm Ryuu, by the way," Ryuu added, giving them a short wave. "We're not a threat to you. Ruby led us here because we can help.""Is that what *you* said to her?" Jordan glared. "No! It was a big handsome man!" "Ruby, be quiet," Kate hushed. "I won't say this again—" he coughed violently, blood splattering from his mouth. "Jordan!" "Daddy!" Kate and Ruby chorused as they held onto him. Faye tilted her head as she studied him, paying attention to the sound and movement and feel of Jordan's blood. His blood was mostly poison at this point. The only reason he stayed alive this long was because of his wolf. A small smile tugged on Faye's lips, "It's fine. I can work from this distance."Her golden eyes glowed—so brightly, they turned almost pale white. Suddenly, Jordan's and Kate's skin regained its colour, and their bony figures began to fill out with flesh. They were both

"I think..." Ryuu started as he and Faye stood in the middle of a tight-knit neighbourhood, "I'd prefer training with Emris to this any day."The 'trial of trust' was a method used to determine the innocence and fate of the guilty through the public's opinion. Faye and Ryuu were released into a controlled area of the pack lands—unguarded for seven days. Pack members were allowed to interact with them, but not harm them.The goal of the trial? They must gain trust and be accepted. "You're my best friend, Faye. But did you have to drag me with you?"Faye glared at him. "Throw your fit at the elders, dummy. They're the ones who insisted on you joining."Ryuu let out a deep sigh. "First, I'm locked in my room, and now I'm forced to go outside.""Something's weird," Faye said, glancing around. There were Lycans present on the street, going about their business, most glaring their way—but she could sense death, illness and devastation."Those rude old men meant to send us to our death," s

*"You're an angel, Haemera,"* Therion's voice echoed once again, and Faye sighed shakily. She looked in the mirror, her soulless eyes staring back at her—a complete mess. For a split second, she thought to laugh at how pathetic she looked and felt, but she couldn't. It would only trigger the cycle of condemnation and fear. Weakling, a mistake, an abomination, a monster. Their words had conditioned her to hide and pretend—thinking she had no choice but to bargain her way into a happy life. She wiped the tears from her face, and her gaze shifted. "That's it," she stood to her feet, walked out of her room, and strolled right into their presence with a blank expression on her face. *They can try, but I'm the only one who can protect myself,* she mused. "Put me on trial."Their eyes were on her; the room had gone quiet in her presence. "What?" Emris asked. A smirk grew on Hugh's lips. "Very well, then.""NO!" Emris countered, shooting to his feet. "She won't be going through any tr

The sun seeped through Faye's curtains the next morning in a bright and warm glow.She had just taken a long bath to wash the past week off and clear her thoughts, but it didn't work. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, her blue jeans and white top complimenting her frame, and her silver hair damp, she recalled the image she saw last night.She tore her gaze away from her reflection, the recollection of her silver hair soaked in blood clouding her thoughts like pop-up ads. She quickly ran to the door to escape her room, maybe head to the Conservatory or the Library- anywhere to take her mind off everything even for a second. She reached for the handle and twisted, but it didn't budge. She frowned, rattling the knob slightly. Locked. Her face paled as a million things ran through her head, the loudest a memory from her life in the Aster house. Door locked, uncertain of the day or time of unbearable torture, scared and alone. Her lips parted to call for help, but no sound came

Faye found herself in a room that seemed to stretch for miles and miles without an end. There were gorgeous candles to brighten the room, but the light on the candles were not fire, they were stars. She looked up at the ceiling, and she couldn't see the moon or the stars, but a vast darkness. "Where...am I?" She breathed, her heart drumming against her chest. "Emris?!" "Well isn't that cute?" The star goddess appeared out of thin air, provoking a gasp from Faye, "But you are both so frustrating. Well, especially Emris."Faye swallowed, "Who are you? And where am I?"The star goddess grinned, "To everyone else, I'm the goddess of the stars. But to you, my dear Haemera, I'm Nymirra."Faye's eyes narrowed as she observed Nymirra's appearance, and they went wide, "Who...are you?""Silly!" Nymirra giggled, floating off the ground and playfully flying around Faye, "I just told you, keep up.""Do you want to kill me?" Faye questioned, nervously gripping on her dress, "Because I'm Haemera

"What do you mean by that, Young Alpha?" Michael's voice tore through the silence of the stunned crowd. "You're all aware of the attack that took place weeks ago involving my aunt, uncle and the two Werewolves. But, there's one thing we couldn't let leave the room. My uncle died that day."Michael blinked, looking between Vincent who shrugged, and Emris who held a straight expression. "But Faye brought him back to life."The crowd burst into murmurs and shared displeased glances. "Surely, you don't expect us to believe this?" Michael scoffed, then turned to Nick. "Alpha, do you now see your pack as a joke? Have we reduced the sacred moon bonding night to a night of poorly written entertainment?""Do well to listen, Michael." Nick smiled, a stern look in his eyes. "They aren't finished.""I mean no disrespect Alpha, but this is beyond ridiculous. And it is impossible. If indeed the prophesied doom was amongst us and happened to be the Young Alpha's mate, why would she abandon her pe

Kyle glared. "What's with this dude? Who are you supposed to be?""That's my line," Ethan tilted his head. "Dude, get lost. I have business with this woman.""Dude, no," Ethan said with a straight face. Kyle frowned, eyeing Ethan from head to toe. Ethan was a head taller, and his green eyes spoke more words than his mouth did: 'Talk about her again and I'll rip your tongue out'. Kyle swallowed, stepping back a few paces. He tried to steal a glance at Wynn behind Ethan's build, then let out a scoff. "So you had a boyfriend, huh?" he continued, "you should've just said so. I wouldn't have wasted my time on you."Ethan furrowed his brows at Kyle's statement, blinking as the words sank in. "C'mon guys," Kyle pulled his crew along, "she ain't that pretty anyways."Ethan felt Kyle's words pierce his nerves like an arrow, and the corner of his lips tugged into a slight smirk. [The audacity of this coward,] he seethed inwardly.He stepped forward—his long strides closing the distance in

Saturday morning. A fine moment, especially when paired with a beautiful weather. It was sunny, but not hot. The air was cool, but not cold. Birds chirped in the distance, and there was little to no one out on the streets. It was the perfect morning for a run.Wynn loved it. She had on her running outfit: a tank top, sports skirt with leggings, and a waist pack. It was a couple of minutes past six, and she had yet to break a sweat. Normally, she'd run around the neighbourhood, but that morning, she felt the need to challenge herself.Why? [Having fun with you... I don't hate it as much,] her words from two days ago replayed in her head, and she stopped—letting out a loud, frustrated scream.That was why.Running was her second stress ball. If she couldn't squeeze, she'd run. But on rare occasions—when neither option did the trick—she'd squeeze and run. She grabbed a stress ball from her waist pack, violently squeezing it as she resumed her run. [What was I thinking? What came ov

"This is the last time I'm going to ask," Wynn started, "where are you taking me?"She was in the car with Ethan—this was her fifteenth time asking in under an hour. Ethan didn't mind it at all though. He had a permanent grin on his face as he turned the car, driving into an empty parking lot. "We're here, Hurricane Wynn," he teasingly announced. "Where exactly is 'here'?""If you'd just step out of the car, you'll see."Wynn narrowed her eyes at him, arms crossed. She watched him exit the car, then followed after. Wynn's brows arched when she saw the large building in front of them. The sign read 'Fundoo' with a large 3D image of a paintball gun. "You are a fully grown man," Wynn started, "who took a fully grown woman to a paintball match—as a date, after work.""Yup," Ethan replied, unashamed. Wynn looked at him. "I can't believe I'm about to say this to you but, thank you."Ethan chuckled at the excitement she held back, then slipped his hands into his pockets. "There's one

Ethan smirked when Wynn shot him a look. "Make some time for me tomorrow," he added. "Where are you taking me?" Wynn narrowed her eyes. "You'll see." He shrugged. "But I promise you, it's nothing weird."They got off the elevator and headed for his office. Once inside, Ethan went straight to his desk, grabbed a lunchbox and handed it to Wynn. She frowned. "What's this?""It's a lunchbox," He chuckled. "I figured you'd be too busy to notice you're hungry."Wynn looked between the lunchbox and Ethan, sucking her teeth as she studied him. "I feel uneasy," She breathed. "Everything you do makes me feel uneasy..""Um, can it not?" Ethan let out a nervous chuckle. "That makes things a lot harder for me.""Fine." Wynn sighed. "Thanks.""Oh, and meet me in the garage after work.""Fine, fine." She walked out of the office. •••After work, Wynn grabbed her things and headed to the company's underground garage. She made sure she was the first to leave work so they could avoid being seen b

Wynn quickly pulled away from him, wincing at the throbbing ache that lingered. They both had their hands on their foreheads, rubbing away to soothe the pain. Suddenly, a loud laugh tore through the silence, and Wynn robotically turned to the source. His laugh -this time- annoyed her. "Why on *earth* are you laughing?""Isn't this funny?" He chuckled. "Am I laughing?""Usually, in romance movies the falls are romantic. Yet here we are writhing in pain."Wynn rolled her eyes at him, then got up. He followed, dressing his pants. His gaze fell on her and he grinned, "Too bad though. It would've been nice to stare into your eyes for what feels like minutes.""Only to have yours poked," Wynn muttered, swinging the door open. *Finally, an exit.*She froze when she heard his footsteps behind her, then turned around. Ethan's brows arched in response as he shot her an innocent smile. "What are you doing?""I'm walking you home," He replied like it was the most obvious answer to her qu

"This is.." Wynn started, her jaw hanging low as she gawked at the number of plated food and drinks on his dining table, "This is a feast."Ethan pulled out a seat for her, and she reluctantly sat down. She watched him dim the lights and light the candles on the table. Then, he sat across from her, popped the wine open and poured some for her in a glass. Wynn shot him a deadpan look, "What makes you think a candlelight dinner is part of my list?""I don't, I just wanted to cook you dinner.""And where are the other twenty guests?""What twenty guests?" Ethan blinked. "Do you seriously think I'm hungry enough to eat *all* of this?""I did go a little overboard," He chuckled. "Oh, speaking of a candlelight dinner and the list, I'll need a copy of your list and your phone number.""Okay for the list, and you just lost a point there.""You're keeping score?!""You're not?" She arched her brows, "how would we know the results?""I'm thinking through a change of heart? Feelings?""Don't