Novels by Lizzy Fash

LILITH The scream that tore from my throat echoed through the castle halls like a banshee's wail. The pain—it wasn't just emotional. It was physical, searing, and sharp. A mother knows when her child dies, and when Serenia’s soul vanished from my reach, the world around me turned black. She was gone. My baby. Gone like the wind with no trace whatsoever. The walls cracked under the force of my magic as I tethered between reason and madness, ripping books from shelves and shattering glass with a flick of my wrist. Isaiah stood at the doorway, helpless and silent, his expression frozen in helpless guilt and sorrow. "YOU DID THIS!" I roared, turning on him like a hurricane. "You plotted with her—you let her kill my daughter!" He stepped back, his silver eyes dim. "Lilith, I didn’t—" "Liar!" I spat. "You knew she was going to do it. Don’t lie to me, Isaiah! You’ve always chosen her. I was a fool to think you’d change! It's her before anything else. What if she did this to your chil

HAILEY "What on earth do you know about sacrifice?" I didn't look at Lilith immediately, nor did I care to read her expression as she repeatedly pleaded. Cried. Rationalised. Now, she would listen. "You always mistake my silence for softness, Lilith," I said quietly as I lowered myself before her. My gown rustled like silk thunder. My voice did not rise; it did not need to. "You forget that mercy is a choice. And I am running out of it. As it is, I am completely over it. You had your chance, and so did you." Her eyes brimmed with confusion and remnants of rage, but she remained quiet. Good. "Do you want to know what I have sacrificed to keep this realm breathing?" She didn't answer. I leaned forward. "I gave up my sons. Not for days. Not for months. For eighteen years. I couldn’t even nurse my daughter; I handed them over to strangers. Watched them disappear into the dark on the word of a seer who told me that was the only way they would live. I didn't get to see their first s

ISAIAH The castle was castle wing is unusually quiet, the kind that comes just before the storm. I could feel it in my very bones. Magic curled and shimmered, edgy and disturbed. I followed it like a hound on the blood scent, my boots silent as I padded along the eastern corridor of the lesser wing. The wing no one visited. The sealed wing for a reason. Someone had been brash enough to break the seal, however. I pushed the creaking arched door open with no ceremony. The rusty hinges screamed, proclaiming my arrival as the torches along the walls flared to life. And there she was. "Lilith", I said trying to stay calm but bubbling with anger like a viper. She slowly turned her head, not afraid, but resigned. "Isaiah." She stood just as she always had—dark, otherworldly, beautiful in a way that had once brought even the most jaded kings to their knees. My mate. My demon. The bane and blessing of my long-lasting life. "Where is she?" I demanded, stepping further into the roo

LOGANThe wind howled outside the east wing of the castle, a sharp, cutting thing that rattled the stained glass windows and made the shadows dance across the marble floor. I stood just beyond the archway leading into the secured chamber, cloaked in darkness, my arms folded across my chest. Something was off. I decided to join the guards in watching the castle tonight because my wolf felt completely restless and disturbed.I felt it long before I heard it—the quiet movement of boots against stone, far too careful to be anyone on patrol. And then came the faint, nearly undetectable scent of lavender and crimson magic. Serenia.My jaw clenched.I moved swiftly, silent as a ghost, descending the inner staircase that led to the hidden corridor outside the vault chamber. The air shimmered faintly as the protective enchantments rippled under her intrusion.And then I saw her.Clad in black, hood pulled low, she knelt before the seal, fingers tracing ancient symbols she had no business knowi

HAILEY The halls of the Queen's Wing were silent. Not the comforting kind of silence. This one was thick with grief, tension, and too many unspoken truths. I sat in the old observatory, where the moonlight poured in through the glass ceiling and painted silver trails along the ancient stone. I used to love this place. Ryan and I had watched stars here before our kingdom became a battlefield of secrets and sorrow. Before the triplets were taken. Before Amenia and I were torn apart. The wind whispered her name even now. Armenia. She was the core of my strength, my wolf. The protector, the rage, the anchor to the earth. And I lost her. Or abandoned her. I couldn’t decide which was worse. The door creaked, and I knew who it was before I turned. "You still sit here like the stars will solve what you refuse to face," Isaiah said gently, stepping into the light. He walked like he always did—with the calm of a thousand years and the weight of every soul he'd guided. "Do y

TURTELA The halls of the castle felt colder tonight. Even the moonlight spilling through the stained-glass windows seemed too pale, too silent. Something was wrong. Deeply, unnervingly wrong. "Turtela!" I turned. Jermaine. His eyes burnt with worry, his chest heaving. "It’s Alexia. She won’t wake up." My blood turned to ice. I didn’t wait for questions. I ran. Through the winding halls, past startled guards, until I burst into her chamber. She lay perfectly still. Too still. Her chest rose and fell, yes, but there was no twitch of her fingers, no furrow of her brow. She looked like a painting—frozen. Jackson stood at the foot of the bed, fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white. Jaden was pacing like a caged wolf. "What happened?" I demanded. "We don’t know," Jackson said. "She was fine after dinner. Then she just... wouldn’t wake up." "This isn't sleep," Jaden growled. "Something's holding her." I stepped forward, brushing my hand across her forehead. Magic crackl

REBEL Punching bags I understand; climbing through tall buildings, disguises, everything and anything I had been trained for for years, yet having to attend press conferences, fake smiles, and being kind to annoying individuals just rubs me the wrong way. Mother had been insisting on me doing this, yet here I am, missing my kids and lover, who didn’t like the fact that I stepped out without him or the kids, and by the heavens, I don't understand why my mother doesn't just accept him even after I've had his kids, and to make things worse, she hired one of his exes as her PR person, and I don't like the way things are slowly beginning to spin out of control. Flashes exploded like fireworks. “Smile, Catie!” “Princess, over here!” “Catie Rhodes, is it true you ran away for over fifteen years because your mother didn’t buy you the right tiara?” I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood. My heels clicked against the marble as I walked into the opulent press hall flanked by securit

KLAUS The roads were too quiet for a city so alive. The type of silence that clung to your back made you instinctively reach for the weight of a gun holstered under your coat. I stood outside the cafe where Louisa had just entered. She was meeting someone; I didn't know who yet, but I didn't like it. A sensation I'd never felt since the times of the force—before the crown, before Daniel, before betrayal. I was watching the perimeters when the hairs at the back of my neck stood up. I slowly turned, and there he was. Robert. I hadn't seen the son of a bitch since the fire in Spain. He was supposed to be dead—or buried in the ashes of our past. But he wasn't, of course. He was older and wiser, his suit pressed but his eyes tired. He was slouching against the trunk of my car as if we were old friends meeting up again. "Klaus," he said, his voice still as suave. "Small world," Not small enough," I muttered, advancing. I hadn't pulled my gun. Not yet. "Are you following the girl?"

DANIEL The night had just begun to settle, draping the sky in deep indigo and bleeding hints of silver moonlight through the windows of our estate. Inside, everything was as quiet as a grave. Too still.I stood on the balcony just outside my study, nursing a glass of whisky on ice I hadn't really touched. The amber liquid caught the faint light and swirled like liquid gold, but I couldn’t enjoy it. Not tonight while I feel deeply unsettled. Not with everything unravelling.I had thought bringing Rebel and the kids home would settle something in my chest. That invisible war I fought daily with my past and the people who wanted to rewrite our future. But the moment Louisa stormed out of our house with venom in her voice and blood in her eyes, I knew peace was a fantasy too expensive to afford right now. If the opposition doesn't come from Louisa, it will come from my uncle or any other hidden foe who wanted my wealth or her mother's crown.Rebel had said nothing since Klaus left to tai

The sun had only begun to set below the horizon, giving the sky a red and purple hue, when I noticed the silhouette at the edge of the courtyard. Louisa. She stood at the gate, arms crossed, in a tightly belted black trench coat over what looked like an expensive power suit, heels dug deep into the gravel as if marking the earth beneath her own feet. Her mouth was a thin line. Eyes collided with mine with the force of a hurricane building on the ocean horizon. I moved in close, feeling the unspoken weight she carried. And the bitter shadow that followed her like perfume. "You came," I breathed, studying her face. There was a sharpness to it now that hadn't been there. Something hard and poisonous. "You said I could come any time," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Just thought I'd swing by and look at the palace you're ruling right now." I gestured toward the door. "Come in." She walked past me without a word, her eyes skimming over every inch of the fo

REBEL I wasn't really in the mood to shop, but the twins needed new clothes, and I needed distraction. Trailing along after Daniel, the attack, and Louisa—my head needed the peace that only shopping therapy in a high-security zone could offer. I was going through a rack of kids' coats when a flash of recognizably platinum blonde caught my eye. I halted. Catya. I hadn't spoken to her since the last coincidental meeting with Klaus. It had already been soured enough before it became news once more. But this was not the time to waste on previous betrayals or tattered allegiances. Beside her, a little girl of five or six clutched a glittery pink unicorn plush toy. Her daughter. I could see Klaus in her eyes, the angle of her chin, the obstinacy in her grip. Catya hadn't noticed me yet. She sat on her phone, engrossed, her eyes darting towards the windows but never really concentrating. I turned back to the jackets, watchful eyes on the girl. Then I saw them. Two guys, in neu

DANIEL The quiet at home was oppressive. Not the quiet that leads to peace, but heavy stillness that leads to a storm. The kids were upstairs in their rooms, Rebel in the study re-reading Michael's letter, and I was alone in the living room with a glass of whisky that had long since lost its heat. I couldn't help but think of the attack. We'd barely made it out of that alleyway alive. Rebel had arrived like a ghost—no pause, no terror. Watching her protect our children that way. I don't think I'll ever be able to get that image out of my head. And yet, it also brought to mind that the woman I loved was not a woman you pinned down. She was not a woman you traded as chips or buried in titles. She was fire—soft, reserved, but desperate to burn. And now I was responsible for containing that fire. From the world. From the Organization. From the ghost of her past. And from me. Klaus walked into the room, ending the silence. His shoulders were stiff, jaw clenched. I recognize