Novels by ihejiveracity

AMELIA I woke up feeling weak, I had been feeling weak for so long, but this felt new. I was also in a different environment, because it certainly wasn't my room. Events of yesterday flashed through my eyes like a dream of the night -- events! I sat up quickly, making my head sway a little, and I fought a bout of dizziness before I could concentrate. Percy had carried me outside under the moon, he had slit my vein and his to and let our blood touch. I remembered the pain, the pain which remained filled in me like a dull ache -- and then Percy had let me dtink from him. I drew up my knees to my shoulders, and rested my head on my folded arms trying to keep in the little warm I still had. Percy had done something very significant to me yesterday night, and he had not even bothered to explain what it was -- I had not even asked. I had simply trusted him, trusted that within that cold exterior, he had a heart. I could not even understand why, but I wanted to win his heart -- and

PERCYSomething seemed a bit off with the party. Usually at parties, I was calm and relaxed, but my wolf seemed to be telling me something, my wolf seemed to be on the alert, like there was a potential battle ahead although I did not sense any Vampires. Relegating my more canine nature to the background, I focused on the present. A few people seemed genuinely happy to see me, I had been away from much human contact for a while. The rest of the people seemed only happy I had shown up, and so they did not waste their best appearance. I did not even understand why everyone based so importance on hanging out with me. It was not as though I was some filthy - rich millionaire's son, or like I still played basketball professionally -- and only my crew knew I was an Alpha,very few humans even knew about Werewolves. There was just that unmistakable pull to me from the crowd, humans loved to gather around me, to do my bidden. I really didn't care about any of them though -- as long as they

PERCY I carried Amelia to my room and lay her on my bed. She still looked a bit under weight, but the lustre to her beauty had returned. Her dark hair fanned out all over my pillow in it's glorious curls, and her cherry bud lips were slightly parted as she drew in air in a belaboured way, her brows were slightly puckered even in sleep. She would be in this weakened state for over a week, or possibly longer. I had never known a human mated before, but hopefully she was more Vampire than human -- I didn't also know there was a day I would wish for that. She stirred again in her sleep and her delicate features twisted in pain. The moon goddess was still opening her up to me, her darkest secrets -- as it was, the few secrets she had were a petty quarrel with one of her cousins or childish anger at her Dad. I wondered if she would be able to take the weight of my own secrets, because they were weighing even me down. Even though Amelia had no real secret, the process still had to

AMELIA The Alpha pushed me away from him then, violently. So that I stumbled backwards and would have fallen if my back did not hit a tree behind me. I tried to close my eyes to the pain that threatened to tear me apart, but even shutting my eyes hurt. I wondered if this was a new torture technique, or if I felt this way because I still hadn't fed in a long time. I found I could not stop staring into his eyes, eyes that screamed of how much he hated me, and yet demanded that he own me. His very being seemed to be fighting to take possession of mine, to own the very breath of my nostrils, and inspite of myself, I laughed weakly. Who was I to deny him access? He had already owned me from the moment I had seen him at the frat party. I drew in a breath and surrendered myself to the pain and the subtle pleasure. If it killed me then I'd die happy knowing one thing -- that I'd forever belong to the Alpha Percy King. Surprisingly, the pain stopped sooner than I thought it would,

AMELIA Percy recovered quickly enough to pick me up again, but this time, his arms around me where so stiff, and I tried not to relax against the warmth of his chest. I still did not know where he was taking me, but I did not ask again. I was just tired of fighting, I could not fight him forever. I was tired of always having to watch his emotions. One moment, he would be furious with me and mistreating me, and the next he would be kissing me. Sometimes, he did not bother to stem his fury before he touched me, so that I tasted his anger, his disgust when he rammed his lips against mine. I placed my head against his heart and listened to the thudding of his heart, it was oddly soothing. I was cold and very hungry, and I needed all the comfort I could get. One thing was certain, he was the better fighter, the stronger one and at one point or another, I was going to have to submit to him in both pleasure and pain. I could oy hope he did not choose to bring me much pain. We reach

The night's air blew a whiff of the scent of roses to me, and for some reason, it reminded me of the long, empty, dusty hall I had just been in with the grandmaster of the Thinkers. That was odd since I had not noticed any scent of roses while I had been there, only acrid dust -- then it hit me! The only connection between roses and the empty grandmaster's hall was Valerie. I stopped running immediately as though I had suddenly run into a wall. Valerie. Why was her name coming up a lot in my mind today, and what could be the connection! But that was not a question I was asking myself, because I already knew the answer. The first time I had spoken with Valerie, she had led me into an empty dust-covered mathematics lab, and there had been roses. It could have been a coincidence that the Thinkers happened to like dust -- or maybe they were not even particular about dust, maybe that was just the place that was available for them, yet Valerie was becoming linked with the thinkers and

Authors povThe march had begun.Wolves padded through the forest in a silent train, barely stirring the leaves as they traveled single-file behind their Alpha, Salvatore. The war was upon them. Hot breath streamed from their nostrils making white puffs that hung in the stagnant air. No one spoke, their thoughts too occupied with what was coming.Salvatore was proud of this movement. Minus the last time he had attacked, this would be an official battle that would drive those idiots to the edge and he would have the chance to take them down. He smiled within himself as he knew that there was no use in lying to himself. He would make sure they regretted coming to him for anything. He would destroy them.But Kieran had other plans.He stopped walking and dropped back until he was near the rear of the group. Then he walked up to Salvatore, his voice low.“Alpha, I have to leave. There’s something important I need to do.”Salvatore turned, his eyes narrow slits. He couldn’t believe that h

Kieran’s POVThe cheers in the war room were still ringing in my ears. My face stayed neutral, but inside, I felt sick.They had no idea.None of them did.Not Salvatore. Not his trusted generals.And yet they all clapped for me, thinking I was one of them.I stared at the map again, the valley, the forest… the places I had just mentioned.I was marking death zones — but not for the people they thought.Everything I said in that room would help my allies, not Salvatore’s army.“Excellent idea,” Salvatore said with a slight smirk, standing and clapping my shoulder. “You’re sharp, Kieran. You remind me of myself when I was younger.”I forced a smile.I wanted to punch him.But not yet.Later that NightThe packhouse was quiet, except for the guards at the doors and the distant hoot of an owl. I moved quietly down the hallway, my footsteps light on the stone floors.My room was dark when I entered, just how I liked it. But I didn’t rest. I couldn’t. Not with the war coming.I sat at my d

Authors povThe generals slapped Kieran on the back.Warriors grinned and shouted his name. But Kieran only smiled a little.Inside, he had plans of his own.He wasn’t really fighting for Salvatore. He was just humoring him.Everyone went on to talk but said nothing important.Meanwhile, in Donovan’s territory...Inside Donovan’s war room, the tension was palpable.There was a large map on the wall.Candles were burning.Donovan sat at the head of the table, his arms crossed.Beside him stood his son, Damien.The war Generals, strong wolves with cold eyes, were around them.“Let’s begin.” Donovan said.One of the generals opened a scroll.“My Alpha,” he said, bowing, “the spies have all returned.“And what did they discover?” Donovan asked quietly.The general pointed at the map.“They found Salvatore’s traps in the forest. They found guards by the river. But they also found a weak spot.”“A weak spot?” Donovan asked, leaning forward.“Yes, here,” the general said and he pointed to

Kieran’s povI snuck out of the barn, as silent as I possibly can as I made my way walking and slightly jogging.I got to the edge of the pack and zipped away with my super speed. The trees blurred by as I moved without holding back.I had to get out of Donovan's land and fast. I ran, and ran until I found myself at the borderlands between my pack's territory.I didn’t stop there either. I kept moving until I saw an old broken-down building far ahead.It was dark and there were no people around, perfect.As I ran, I got a call from someone as I halted and listened to the call. The allies I had sent messages to were at the building waiting for me. Good.I then walked up to the building and I noticed a couple of shadowy figures standing at.They were not moving, their gaze anchored to the shadows.I approached them with stealthy steps.They saw me and relaxed a little. “You made it,” one of them said.“Yeah,” I panted. “I’m here.”“And no one saw you?”“No,” I said. “I’ve been careful.

Sirella’s povI could feel their eyes on me all throughout the day as I got out of my room after having my bath. I knew some of the guards watched and followed me and I knew who had sent them.Even when I went to my room, sometimes I’d hear footsteps outside.I knew they had been sent by Donovan.The trust was gone. He didn't believe me anymore.And he wanted to follow me, to see if I made a mistake.I kept my head low, pretending not to see them.I was careful about everything I did.Finally the day got over. I was sitting in my room on my bed with an open useless book, just pretending to read it.The house was quiet now.Most of the wolves were asleep.Even the guards had relaxed a little, but I knew they were still there, hiding in the dark corners.Then my phone vibrated.I jumped a little.I quickly grabbed it and checked the screen.Kieran.My heart started to race.I opened the message. “I’m at the barn. Come.”I got up slowly, trying not to make any noise.It was risky but I h

Sirella’s povI as sirella sat on the dusty floor. Cracks lined the walls and I admired how quiet it was here. It was always cold and dark. That’s what I loved most about this place. I held the phone in my hand tightly as I called Kieran. My hands were shaking a little but I still pinched myself every now and then to be more confident in myself.Finally, after a few rings, he picked up. “Sirella?” Kieran’s voice came through the phone. It sounded worried.“Hey, I’m here,” I said as I looked around to make sure no one was listening.“Are you okay?” He asked. “What’s going on?”I took in deep breaths and closed my eyes for a moment.How could I tell him? How could I tell him what I had witnessed? How could I tell him Donovan and Damien were more evil than we realized? I was already tired of saying that to him and I was sure he knew.“I’m alright,” I said after a second, keeping my voice steady."Sirella," Kieran said slowly, like he didn't believe me. "Don't lie to me." "I'm not lyin