Novels by fortune

Sirella’s povThe night was quiet. The moon was high. My hands held the reins of the horse tightly. I rode beside Kieran. We both were silent, focused. We were ready.“Are you ready for this?” Kieran asked me as he looked at me.I nodded slowly. “Yes. I will kill him myself.”Kieran looked ahead. “Good. We ride in first. The others will follow. We catch him off guard.”The pack behind us moved like shadows. Quiet. Deadly. The plan was simple. Hit hard. Kill fast. No mercy.As we got close to Salvatore’s pack border, I whispered, “For my child. For my mother. For my pain.”Kieran looked at me again. “For all of it.”We crossed the border and headed straight into the heart of Salvatore’s land. The guards were not ready. We moved quickly. I shifted mid-air, claws out, my wolf form leaping at one guard. He screamed once, then silence.Kieran went ahead. He took down two with a single swipe. The rest of the fighters came in behind us.“Push forward!” Kieran shouted. “Don’t stop until we re

Kieran’s povI entered the room to see the elders seated already.They were worried about what was going on.They looked tired too.“Thank you for coming,” one of them said.“Sure, why was this meeting called? I’m here to win.”Another elder nodded slowly. “We understand. We also want to win. But Salvatore is dangerous.”I leaned forward. “I know that better than anyone. He took my child. He tried to kill me. I won’t forgive him. I won’t forget.”One elder cleared his throat. “We’ve seen what he’s done. He’s bold now. He thinks we are weak.”“We are not weak,” I said. “We’re just too slow. That’s the problem.”They looked at each other. One of them spoke again. “Do you have a plan, Kieran?”“Yes,” I said. “It’s brutal. It’s dangerous. But it will work.”The room got quiet.I pulled out a rolled paper from my jacket and opened it on the table.“This,” I said, “is the plan. I want everyone to listen and not speak until I’m done.”They nodded.I pointed at the drawing on the paper. “Salv

Sirella’s povThe guards moved fast as I watched them drag them away.Kieran stood beside me. “You did good,” he said.“I had to,” I whispered. “I couldn’t lose you too.”He looked at me with soft eyes. “You won’t,” he said. “Not as long as I breathe.”One of the guards called out. “Alpha! We found a crest!”Kieran walked over. I followed behind.The guard held up a cloth taken from inside one of the assassin’s sleeves.Kieran frowned as he saw the insignia.“Salvatore.”Of course it was him.“He sent them,” Kieran growled. “He wants to play dirty I see.”“He can’t. We caught him.”“He can’t. Not if we stay strong.”Kieran nodded. He turned to the guards again.“Take them to the cellar. Keep them alive. I’ll deal with them when the sun rises.”“Yes, Alpha.”He turned to me again and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Come,” he said. “Let me treat your wounds.”“I’m fine—”“Please.”I nodded.We then walked to the room as the guards dragged them away.Inside his room, Kieran cleaned my cut

Sirella’s povI watched him closely, how he moved. He was like a shadow – swift, sleek and silent. He explained to me how I hold a dagger, how to project it at someone, how I creep up behind another and make none of the sound.‘It makes me feel like -,’ I paused, having noticed his grin when I’d managed to retract my hand fast enough from the blade as not to slice through my skin. ‘Powerful.’He grinned. “You’re learning fast.”I prided myself on practicing those moves over and bloody over until I couldn’t fail. Kieran never screamed at me. He never teased. Kieran was kind. He put his hands on me with lightness, and when he spoke to correct, the words were always soft.“You’re not weak, Sirella,” he said over and over again. “You were simply never shown how to be strong. But I’m changing that.”I started to believe him.One night, we were walking back to the main house where we were staying and all of the people in the pack bowed to us as we walked passed. They called me “Luna” becau

Salvatore’s povThey looked at each other, surprised.“Kieran and my daughter, Sirella, are with Donovan’s people now,” I told them. “They are building an army. They want to fight me.”“Alpha,” one of the generals said, “that is not good news. Kieran is strong. He has defeated many.”“He is only one wolf,” I said coldly. “And Sirella is only my child. I made her. I can break her.”They nodded before one of them spoke up.“But we shouldn’t underestimate him. Kieran is not a normal fighter.”“I know that,” I said. “But i have something he wants. I have his son.”I nodded. “Yes. The child that Sirella gave birth to. That child belongs to me now. He will grow under me. I will make him a king.”“What is the plan, Alpha?” another general asked.I turned to the big map on the wall. I pointed to Donovan’s pack land.“We will move from the west,” I said. “We’ll block the river path and cut off their food supply.”“Yes, Alpha.”“We will send spies,” I continued. “I want to know what Kieran is p

Kieran’s pov “We should go,” I told sirella quietly when the messenger was gone.She shook her head. “But why do they want you to be alpha? Why not one of their own?”“They want someone strong. Someone who has fought Salvatore. Someone who is not afraid of him,” I told her. “They want victory. And they think I can lead them to it.”“But you want to lead them?” she questioned.I took a pause then answered, “I don’t really care about leading a pack. I just want our son back. And this might be the best way.”She carried on walking for a couple of seconds before turning around. “If you go through with this, though, people will want more from you Kieran – you’ll be going up against Salvatore sure, but then you’ll also have a pack to guard.”She smiled a little. “You always say the right things.”“It’s why you like me,” she laughed. ”But it’s better than hiding here while that monster raises our child like a weapon.”Her gaze fell to the polished floor, and she nodded. "I don't put all m

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