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

"I'll go get an ice pack." She stood up to leave when suddenly—his arms wrapped around her waist, and he rested his head on her shoulder. "I'm at your mercy, Wynn Mayfield," He whispered in her ears, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Her breath caught in her lungs, and she stiffened. He really meant it when he said he'd do as he pleased. But at this rate, she'd die of a heart attack. "What are you saying? That's cheesy." She pouted, then tried to move. Ethan didn't budge. He tightened his arms around her, pulling her body closer against his and sending heat to her cheeks. "E-Ethan—""Not yet. Five—no one minute. Let's stay like this for just one minute."Her lips curled in a smile and she tapped his arm."Ethan."He hesitated, but pulled away. She faced him, her smile stretching at the helpless expression on his face. Then, rising onto her toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck. For a second, he didn't move. Then he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her c

His arm was raised like he was about to knock. It took her a moment to recognise his build and hair—especially his cologne. "Ethan?""Hey." Was all he said. "I was just coming to see you..."She couldn't see his eyes, but she could tell he examined her from head to toe. "In that?"She glared. "And what about you? What's with the getup?""I'm just feeling a little under the weather." He coughed. Wynn narrowed her eyes. She didn't know what he was selling, but she wasn't buying it. She crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame. "Really? You don't look sick.""That's because it's just a cough for now. I don't want to give you a cold." He coughed again. "So why did you have shades on? Pink eye?"He tensed up. Her brows shot up. He didn't think of an excuse for that one it seems. "I just came to check up on you and inform you that your name's been cleared. Vane has been exposed and everyone knows he was lying." *He changed the subject.* She mused. "I saw." She started.

Heat prickled behind her eyes as she stared at him. She never thought that words could be so sweet. She had always ended up on the bitter side. But Ethan's words tasted like vanilla, and his voice was simply the cherry on top. How? How could he pull her in deeper and deeper with every passing day? Thump. Thump. Thump. In the silence—with nothing heard but the hum of the engine and air-conditioner—her heart drummed against her ears. Loud. Desperate to burst free. He reached up, his fingers curling over hers to anchor her palm against his cheek. His eyes never left hers as he tilted his head, his lips grazing the soft skin of her palm. The touch of his lips sent a jolt of electricity through her, igniting a heat within her that spread like wildfire. "Let's head in so you can get some rest."His voice came out raspy, breaking through the silence and the fog in her mind. He gently put down her hand like it was a porcelain vase and stepped out of the car. Her eyes followed him as

Wynn didn't think. She turned on her heels and ran for the hotel. She needed to get to a place where there were people. The heavy stomps of Vane's feet echoed from behind her, each step in perfect rhythm to the pounding of her heart. She couldn't breathe. The breath in her lungs burned like fire, storing up in her throat like coal too hot to swallow. Up ahead, she could hear chatters and see the bright lights from the hotel. She was close. Just a bit more. Her hope was short-lived, because in that moment, Vane's large and rough hands grabbed a hold of hers, pulling her back with a sharp painful force. She let out a scream. It was a reflex. She didn't mean to, but she knew she had to. She ignored the sharp pain shooting up from her butt to her back and let out another scream. LOUDER. The breath leaving her lungs felt like fire. She couldn't think. All that ran through her mind were memories of that day. The same hands that covered her mouth and shunned her pleas, shunned her s

Wynn gawked at her reflection in the mirror. Who exactly was the girl who gawked back at her? What in the world happened five minutes ago? **"You don't mind, do you?"**No sooner did the words leave Ethan's mouth did she jump to her feet with the silly excuse of relieving herself. What exactly was she thinking? What was she, twelve? Acting like a child with a huge crush wasn't like her. But with Ethan, she was different. Was that good or bad? She couldn't tell. However, the feeling of butterflies in her stomach, the warmth of his touch and the excitement of spending even a second with him, she didn't mind it at all. And now, he threatened to be bolder with his actions. His actions...She replayed his little tease in the living room and shuddered. Not a shudder of disgust, but one from an overwhelm of anticipation. Was she allowed to be this excited about something that hadn't even happened yet? She sucked in a breath, steadying herself. "You're Wynn Mayfield. The romance wido

"One day, I saw him crying on the couch. He was drunk. He mentioned that he may never find her. He desperately needed to."Wynn's brows furrowed. "....why?""To apologise and tell her how he felt. He told me he owed her a lot and if he never got to meet her again, then he'd never be able to move on. She was his first love."The pieces to a puzzle she had no idea she was building started to fit. **"When I found out that you worked at Shelterline, my original plan to move far away and live my own life instantly changed. I knew that I had- no- I *needed* to see you."** She recalled Ethan's words from the restaurant. From his sudden and infuriating confession. The day their relationship set out to change. She rarely looked back on those memories, because to her, they were similar to their highschool days; Ethan stringing her along and using her as he pleased. But....he was serious? He was being honest? If it was all true, then Ethan had been searching for her all these years.That