Novels by Lizzy Fash

MARISSA The wind was unusually cold. It whipped through the training fields like it had a cruel purpose, curling around my boots and tangling in Lyna's braids as she stood opposite me, stance poised, eyes focused. We'd been sparring all morning, or rather, she'd been sparring and I’d been trying not to laugh every time she slipped on the frosted grass. "Again," she growled, brushing snow off her elbow. "You sure? Your pride's already taken enough hits for the morning." "Shut up." I smirked and raised my blade again. We were about to lock again when a shadow passed too fast overhead. My wolf rose instantly, every hair on my body reacting. Lyna stilled. "You feel that?" I nodded slowly. "Something's wrong." We dropped our practice stances and sprinted. No more training. Just instinct. The castle wasn't far, but by the time we arrived at the edge of the southern garden, I could smell blood. "Alexia!" Lyna shouted. There, near the old archway, was chaos. Broken ston

Audacus I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be begging. Not in this life or the last. And yet, here I was—drenched in pride I could no longer afford to keep, knocking on gates that had opened to me in silence before. "We do not open our gates to ghosts," the gatekeeper of the Seraphim Mountains said, not even bothering to look down at me. "I'm not a ghost," I said to him. "You walk like one." The gates remained shut. My name, once spoken in awe, was whispered now only in corners of fear or disgust. Hailey had managed that. Her rise was my downfall. Her power, a shadow that now stood taller than even the oldest alliances I'd thought sacred. I left the mountains with wind whipping at my cloak and no answers. "Bastards," I muttered. Desperation tastes bitter. It coats the back of your throat like bile and rests at the back of your eyes, tightening your jaw when pride insists you scream instead. The Dune Empire was the second I auditioned for. Dry, gold, and infested with

HAILEY I always knew the day would come when I'd have to let her go; still, no amount of prophecy or preparation readies a mother to say goodbye to her child, even if it was a child conceived via your seed without your knowledge. The sun had barely breached the horizon when I woke. The sky was soft and pale, a quiet blush before the burn of goodbye. I stood in the castle’s eastern garden, fingers buried in the hem of my robe, staring out over the mist-covered valley. I could feel her before I heard her footsteps. Akasha....I didn’t turn. Not yet. I needed a moment to breathe. My heart had been too full for days; I knew this day would come. And now it has. "Mother?" Her voice was soft behind me. I turned slowly. She looked radiant, hair swept back into golden braids, the ceremonial silks of the mating rite wrapped around her shoulders. The mark of her lineage burnt faintly on her collarbone. She looked both young and ancient, a young version of myself and a replica of Turte

AKASHA I exhale as Jaden exits me, telling me to take care. Everyone has been really supportive, especially Mother, but I'm not doing great today; I curl up in pain as he shuts the door. The scent of wildfire clung to my skin, but it wasn't smoke. It was my excess longing for my mates. My hands trembled as I gripped the bedspread edge in the middle of the room. Moonlight poured through the arched window, striping silver along my bare arms. The fire in the hearth cracked, but it only added to the fluid pull in my core. "Akasha…" Virgo's voice, low and deep, rough along the edge of control. I turned slowly to him, my pupils expanding, the wolf inside me ripping its way to the forefront, pleading for touch, claiming. I knew the scent that had brought them here. My heat had come—and it hadn't asked permission. Lucian walked closely behind him, completely shirtless. Eyes as dark as an eclipse devouring the stars. He didn't speak. He didn't have to. They felt it too. I held

KAEL The wind on the eastern peaks was biting today, slicing through the clouds with a precision I'd love to slice through to reach the turmoil threatening our world. I stood at the railing of the balcony, cloak flying behind me, the wind whispering its secrets against my skin as I called for Draco. Aurora walks in quietly. Her steps were always precise, always silent. But I'd know her anywhere even when she moved like shadow. "He told the truth, Kael," she stated, falling into step alongside me. I glanced at her "Noah, the new bear king?" She nodded. Her silver hair was braided with amethyst threads, and her eyes burned with the storms that danced upon the cliffs. "He came in peace and with a warning while trying to gain recognition or an alliance with the Queen."I tilted my head to one side. "Audacus came to him and not the other way around."Yes. Begging allegiance. Begging armies."And he rejected him."He laughed at him in his face, says Noah."I allowed the edge of my lip to ri

AUDACUS I arrived at the border of the Bear Kingdom with a sour taste in my mouth and bare murder in my bones. The air was filled with pine and river rock, and beneath that, something darker—a scent I knew intimately. Power. The bears had a new king, and I needed him. Or, rather, I needed his army. His brawn. His blind, paw-swinging rage. The border guards smelt me out before cautiously approaching, spear at the ready, nostrils flaring. "Announce your name and business, stranger." "Audacus", I answered curtly, devoid of respect. "I seek an audience with your king." The second guard leaned into the first, whispering, "That's the rogue king. The fallen one." "I haven't fallen," I snarled. "I've just switched sides. Now move, or I'll tear your fur off in clumps." They exchanged a glance, then gestured me through the mountain pass. It took them twenty minutes to lead me to the heart of the kingdom—a rock fortress cut into the cliffs, where the roars of training warriors echoed l

REBELWeddings always have a strange way of cutting me open. Maybe it’s because they pull you between past and future—between the girl I once was and the mother I now am.Today, I sat in the front row, Daniel’s hand warm against mine, my sons Mex and Michael flanking Kezziah on her way down the aisle, and my mother—Carly—beside me, clutching my fingers so tightly it almost hurt. She had tears in her eyes already, though the ceremony hadn’t even begun.The church was beautiful, decorated with white lilies and roses, sunlight streaming through the tall stained-glass windows. Kezziah had wanted something simple but elegant, and somehow, this place had delivered both. My daughter… my only girl… was getting married today and not just to anyone. To Raul.The thought made my chest ache in ways I couldn’t quite name. Raul had been my friend, my brother in arms, my confidant for years. He had been there through battles, heartbreaks, and the weight of crowns and now, he was stepping into a new

KLAUS I’ve faced men with knives in their boots, guns tucked under their coats, eyes burning with the intent to kill. I’ve stared down death so many times that fear and I learned to live like old roommates but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard this morning.My only daughter.My Zilla.Involved… intimately… with the twins.With Mex and Michael—my godsons. My brother’s children in everything but blood.When Catya told me, her face pale as parchment, my stomach clenched so hard I thought I’d collapse. I wanted to storm out of the house, track the boys down, and remind them that while I’d raised them like my own, I was still very capable of breaking bones but Catya grabbed my arm and told me: Don’t you dare. We talk this out as a family.So here we are now.The sitting room feels like a battlefield. My heart is pounding, my jaw tight as stone. Zilla sits between the twins on the couch, her face calm but her hands twisting in her lap. Mex looks defensive already, arms folded

REBEL The house was so still I could hear my own heartbeat. Something was obviously wrong somewhere, and I felt it pressing in from all sides. I had barely cleared the dinner plates when my boys walked in with Kezziah trailing behind looking like her favourite puppy got snatched from her without her approval. Mex and Michael were in front, stiff-backed, their faces completely stoic. Kezziah’s small steps faltered as though she wanted to turn back immediately she got in. “Mom,” Mex said quietly, almost like he was afraid of his own words because they never call me mom except there's trouble. “We need to talk.” Michael gave a single nod, his eyes searching mine. That was when my stomach twisted—I knew this was indeed trouble. I folded my arms, steadying myself. “Alright. What’s going on?” Kezziah wouldn’t look at me. She shifted, nervous, eyes darting between her brothers and the floor. For a moment she looked so young, fragile, like the little girl who used to hide behind my l

KEZZIAH After he stormed out, I'd thought that would be the end, but it never stopped; for eight months we'd been secret lovers. Zilla, my best friend, is the only one who knows.I stared at the little plastic stick in my hand, my heart pounding like I had just sprinted a marathon. The small window on the stick showed a clear result, and I could already feel my life flashing before my eyes. This couldn’t be happening. This definitely couldn’t be happening.Pregnant.How the hell did I end up here?The truth, though? I wasn’t entirely surprised since we were like rabbits going at it every day, but I had convinced myself that this couldn't happen as it was just some weird, unattainable fantasy, the kind of thing that doesn’t happen to real people. The age difference, the fact that he had always been like a father figure to me... yeah, that was supposed to be a solid barrier, but then, one stupid night in a club, one too many drinks, one too many bad decisions, and—here we are.I had sp

RAULI no longer celebrated my birthdays, Twenty five was as much as I did after understanding that no matter the age difference Rebel would never love me and had someone who loved her more than anything else in life and she had a family who loved her more than anything but here I am at Forty-five, alone like never before. Hell, I did not even know why I paid attention to the damn age. Time didn't care, nor did I but the whiskey did, the club did as it still manages to comfort my grief.Happy fucking birthday to me. The whiskey was my companion this evening since I decided to avoid the company of Rebel and her family since it's embarrassing enough that every year I still remain single; each burn of whiskey I drank served as a reminder that I was alive, still a man that wanted to forget it all. One year past I found out I now had a desire for Kezziah-Rebel's only daughter with Daniel so I stayed away from the family to avoid being caught. I couldn’t stay in the same breathing space

DANIEL The air was clinical, but cold, I was used to this coldness now not because of the operating rooms, the sterile instruments, or the masked men who moved around like shadows but because the harsh reality of things had set in a long time ago. The world I had created for Rebel and our children, the life we created, was being torn apart, piece by piece, strand by strand, and it all started with Killian. The man who thought he could destroy us. The man who thought he could come in, take what didn't belong to him, and leave none the poorer. Today, I was going to make him remember exactly how wrong he'd been. I did not even need to go look for him. He had thought he was so clever, playing behind masks and alter egos but we had been one step ahead of him since the day that we learned he had survived. The moment Rebel and I were aware that he was still alive, we also knew that the danger was not wiped out but now in a different shape. Here he is, lying in some Parisian back-stree