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 sto

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

MIAAfter splitting up, branches clawed at my arms as I pushed deeper into the underbrush, the sting of the fresh gash on my side reminding me I wasn’t as invincible as I thought myself to be. The night was damp, the forest thick with uncertainty, and every few steps I took, I could hear Louisa’s ragged breathing ahead of me. She was bleeding—her trail smeared red across leaves and bark.Perfect.I slowed down, bending low. My knife glinted faintly in the sliver of moonlight, my mind and heart calm but a branch got stuck to my side and I felt a searing pain but I’d learnt long ago that pain was just a reminder that you were still alive and tonight, Louisa was going to learn that you either do as you're told if you want to survive in the organisation or you get silenced. We were all chess pieces in the long room of their game.When I finally spotted her, she was slumped against a tree, clutching her arm where blood soaked through her sleeve. She looked up at me, eyes wide, her face pa

ROBERTThe steam curled up against the mirror, blurring my reflection as I leaned into the tub. The water was hot, the kind of heat I needed in my muscles that made the sting of my still-raw skin dull for a moment. I sank down, resting my arms on the porcelain edges, closing my eyes.The door creaked.“Robert,” Mia’s voice came soft, almost careful.I opened one eye. She stood in the doorway, naked, her hair wild, cheeks flushed. She slowly walked towards me and stepped in, her bare feet making soft sounds against the tile.“Aren't you supposed to be resting?” I said, though my mouth curved because I already knew where this was going.She smiled small. “I couldn’t stay in bed anymore; it’s so boring.”“Couldn’t or wouldn’t?”“Wouldn’t,” she admitted, coming closer. She dipped her hand into the bathwater, her fingers brushing over my shoulder as if testing the heat. “You’re always too far away from me.”I caught her wrist and pulled her down into the water. She gasped, laughing, her sk

ROBERT: I dragged Louisa up by the hair and shoved her face into the mattress. “Strip her,” I ordered Mia. Her fingers fumbled as she tugged Louisa’s dress down, exposing the pale curve of her arse. Louisa squirmed, her voice muffled into the sheets. “You bastard—” SMACK. My hand left a red mark on her ass, the sound echoing. “Speak again without permission and I’ll gag you.” Mia giggled breathlessly like she's high on some substance but the pheromemes flying around here is really enough to get us high, running her hand along Louisa’s skin. “She likes it,” she whispered. “I didn’t ask for your opinion,” I snapped, gripping Mia by the jaw until her lips parted. I shoved two fingers into her mouth, forcing them deep. “Suck.” Her eyes watered, but she did it, moaning around my fingers, her spit running down her chin. I leaned close, whispering. “That’s right Mia do it sloppy, filthy, just how I want you.” Behind us, Louisa twisted on the bed, arching her ass higher as though beggi

ROBERT Today, I got discharged from the hospital with just a little stitch, but then I shot Mia a text message; everything must be flawless today because if I truly can't get a handle on Louisa, we'd all be in big trouble, and the last thing I or the organisation need right now is trouble or attention. As I make my way to my house after giving instructions to make sure both Louisa and Mia are waiting for me in the room I've chosen in my lakeside cabin, the candles hissed in their holders, shadows crawling along the walls like demons waiting for orders. My body was still stiff from the wound that should’ve kept me down for days, but the pain was nothing. Nothing compared to the fire crackling in this room. Mia sat on the edge of the velvet chair, legs crossed, eyes gleaming with challenge. Louisa stood by the window, arms folded with a furrowed brow, lips curled in that smug half-smile that made me want to break her in half. Louisa has absolutely no idea why she's even here, but she

DANIELThe room was quiet—too damn quiet. Rebel was curled up on the bed, chest rising and falling softly, face scrunched in sleep like she was frowning at her own dreams. I had been so pissed, and I completely wore her out.I sat on the edge of the bed, cigarette still burning between my fingers. Klaus’s words from earlier refused to leave my head. The kids. The blood. The bikers. The tattoos.I didn’t even know if I wanted to wake her. She deserved peace. But there was no peace here, not anymore.“Rebel,” I whispered, brushing her cheek with the back of my hand.She stirred, lashes fluttering, then groaned. “What? Daniel, it’s late.”“I know,” I muttered. “But listen to me. The kids—they’re back. Safe.”Her eyes snapped open instantly. “What? Max and Mex?”“Yes.” I grabbed her hand. “They’re fine. They’re in their room right now.”She tried to sit up, panic written all over her face. “Where were they? What happened?”“Later.” I pressed her gently back down, coaxing her. “Sleep, Rebe

KLAUSThe drive back felt heavier than the looming threat pressing down on the city. Michael and Mex were asleep in the back, heads tilted against each other, innocent as angels despite what I’d just witnessed them do. My hands tightened on the wheel, knuckles pale against the leather. I couldn’t shake the sound—the way the bikers’ bodies had hit the ground, the lifeless thuds like broken drums.And then their eyes. Wide, empty. Dead.All because two kids opened their laptops like it was homework time.I tried to slow my breathing, but the memory replayed over and over. The boys hadn’t panicked. They hadn’t screamed. They’d simply moved in complete synch—Mex unzipping his bag, Michael sliding his laptop open. Their little fingers had danced across keys faster than I’d ever seen, and in less than a minute, the gang that was after us was… gone.Completely gone.The street behind us had become a blood-soaked canvas of twisted metal and corpses with tattoos inked in patterns I didn’t yet