Novels by Teowrits

Emma knew that she stood no chance as she saw how angry the god, she refused to call father glared at her. There was no point in exchanging blows or powers, it would not stop his dark determination.“You could have avoided this carnage!” Grimkeeper yelled as he limped towards her. He was glitching as his form shifted to different forms of skeletal beings. It was hard for him to be under the dome, because he was the infection himself.“I am a fighter, does that not prove that I am your daughter?” Emma replied with a calmness that surprised her.“But what could possibly gain from fighting me?” Grimkeeper asked. “What was the whole point of this?”Emma shrugged. “It is what it is.” She replied.Grimkeeper looked around, “And where is Terra?” he asked.“I think you know,” Emma replied calmly.Grimkeeper grunted in pain and effort as Emma watched him try to contain himself from exploding. “There is no time, Emma, relinquish the Throne to me of everyone dies!”Emma thought of what to do as

Emma was surprisingly calm as she ran at full speed on her two legs. She was not going to transform into her wolf to finish this battle with her father. She would utilize all the things she had learnt over the years.She ducked under branches and moved deftly in between large trees as she ran. She needed to get as far away from the pack settlement as possible."Learn from your mistakes, but at the same time, learn from your victory." Steve's words played over and over in her mind.Her limbs locked as she tumbled over and crashed into the wet leaves. She vibrated with pain and shock as she felt electric current go through herShe mentally blocked out the pain and pushed her self to her feet. There was no time to waste. The pain she felt means that Steve had been defeated. She was actually surprised that he had lasted so long against Grimkeeper.She kept on moving and hoped the Steve would survive. She still felt the bond between them intact.She opened up her psychic aura and connecte

“Red dragon has fallen,” Marcus said to Emma as she entered the war room. “Black lightning from the skies took her down. We have reasons to believe that it was Grimkeeper.”“How is she?” Emma asked calmly.“She is in bad shape, Emma.” Steve said. “Some of the men managed to rescue her.”Emma nodded. “She is alive and that is what matters,” she said. “What is the update on the battle?”“Since we have lost the air advantage, there are more enemies entering the pack.” Marcus replied. “But we can hold them down for a little while.”Steve looked grim but said nothing as he looked at the map of pack. He was thinking of what to do next before his Beta added another bad news.“More enemies have breached the northern flank of the pack,” The Beta reported. His mind was linked to the deltas fighting and shooting.“That place is close to the town and that is where the people are hiding.” Steve said.Emma closed her eyes and made a mental call. Within minutes, two dozen men and women covered head

They killed themselves in thousands as they crashed into the dome of Sterling Creek. These demons were willing to die for Grimkeeper. Long stayed in the skies in her dragon form and rained sown heavy fire from above. Her dragon fire truly gave Sterling Creek an advantage as she swooped down to breath fire.The snipers were not left out of the action either. Large bullets upon bullets rained down and turned a lot of demon heads into bursting watermelons. The Deltas were the first wave and they fought bravely in their werewolf form.Emma had used her initiative to create a potion that enhanced their strength and their healing. With her vast knowledge of werewolf anatomy, she had created serums that kept them in perfect physical condition and also increased their stamina.Steve and Emma watched the whole thing from their war room at the centre of the Pack with their enhanced sights. The sniper rifles and crossbows were doing an almost perfect job of keeping the monsters out of the dome.

Emma and Steve watched as an army of the most fearsome and ugly looking creatures surrounded the whole of Sterling Creek. It had the begun and there was no other option but to face what was coming.“There are so many of them,” Sarah breathed in awe and fear.“I guess there is no going back now,” Marcus said with a serious finality in his voice. He was shaken but he did not let it show.“We have to find a way to disable that portal,” Steve said as he zoomed in on the entrance of the portal as more and more demons kept filling out of it.The sight alone was daunting and he knew that today was going to be the deadliest he would ever experience.They watched at the front of the pack line where the dome separated them from the outside world.Finally, Emma saw her father in a dark leather coat walking out with Terra beside him out of the portal before it finally closed.“They intend to die here,” Steve said as he watched.“He wants to talk to us,” Emma said as she watched.“Please do not te

“That was the most defiant thing I have ever witnessed in my life, and I am immortal.” Nyx said in an impressed voice.“She is going to pay dearly for that,” Adam said as he looked at the empty space that his throne used to be on.“I don’t think she is worried about the consequences if her actions, Grim.” Nyx said. “She just challenged you, what are you going to do about it? Nyx asked.Adam grunted as he felt a crushing pain go through him. He knew that there was no more time. His body could no longer hold the whole of him. He needed to buy more time.He forced his growing essence down and sighed in pain and discomfort. “I am out of time,” he growled. “I guess her mother lacked the communication skills to persuade her.”“Well, you know what they say,” Nyx commented. “If you want something done properly, you do it yourself.”He turned to Nyx. “And what have you even done for me ever since you came back from the void?” he challenged her coldly. “You took the body of a succubus and fucke

LyraThe council chamber always felt colder than the rest of the pack house.Maybe it was the stone walls.Maybe the high ceiling that swallowed every whisper.Or maybe it was the way every pair of eyes always seemed sharpened, watching, weighing, waiting for someone to bleed.Today was no different.Except this time, I was the one standing in the center.The Elders sat in their semicircle, robes dark as storm clouds. Zara was off to the side near her family, smugness practically dripping off her like perfume. Larry stood near the head chair, arms crossed, gaze blank.Silent.Unmoving.Unhelpful.Elder Rowan tapped the butt of his staff against the floor. “Luna Lyra, we have called this assembly to assess your preparedness to fulfill your duties.”Preparedness.That dangerous word.I clasped my hands behind me. “I understand.”Zara stepped forward, voice sugar-coated. “The Luna plays an important role in upholding our customs. I’m sure Lyra won’t mind answering a few questions.”A few

The pup, whom I’d started calling “Ash”…slept curled beside my pillow, small chest rising and falling with delicate, uneven breaths. She was healing slowly, but she was healing.And somehow, taking care of her loosened something tight around my heart. I wasn’t whole, not even close, but the cracks didn’t feel as sharp when she was near.Still… I couldn’t stay locked in my room forever.I needed to breathe different air.I needed people who weren’t Larry or Zara.I needed something, anything to remind me that I wasn’t invisible here.So that afternoon, I made my way toward the servant quarters.Several maids were gathered near the laundry line, folding fresh linens. Their chatter ebbed the moment I approached, drifting off into awkward silence.A few bowed stiffly.A few looked at the ground.One walked away entirely, pretending she suddenly remembered a chore.I forced a gentle smile. “Good afternoon.”Two mumbled a quiet greeting.No one met my eyes.I stepped closer. “I wanted to ch

LyraI needed air.Real air. Quiet air. Air that didn’t smell like betrayal and whispered rumors and Zara’s perfume clinging to the walls like mold.So I slipped out of the pack house through the back corridor, past the cold stone, past the stares I pretended not to see, and into the open grounds behind the eastern training field.The sun was dipping low, staining the sky a bruised red. The wind brushed against my cheeks, sharp but cleansing. For the first time all day, I felt my lungs loosen.Just walk, Lyra.Walk until the ache dulls.The ground was still damp from morning rain, the grass cool beneath my shoes. I wrapped my cloak tighter around myself, letting the quiet settle into my bones.Silence was a strange comfort.It didn’t ask questions.It didn’t judge.It didn’t compare me to Zara.I kept walking past the stables, past the training pit where dried blood stained the sand, and into the small wooded area at the edge of the territory.Then I heard it…A sound so soft I almost

She gently pulled her hand free, the movement so smooth I couldn't have stopped it without truly hurting her."...am simply adjusting."The words felt like claws dragging slowly down my spine. Not quick and sharp like a clean wound. Slow and deliberate, leaving tracks that would scar."You think this is adjustment?" I heard myself say. "This silence? This distance?""It's peace.""You think ignoring me is peace?""No." She met my eyes fully, and for a moment the mask slipped just enough to show me the truth. "It's survival."The word hit like a physical blow.Survival.Not defiance. Not revenge. Not even conscious choice.Survival.The way prey learns to go still when the predator is near. The way wounded things find dark places to heal or die in peace.I was the thing she needed to survive.That realization, that understanding of how she saw me, how she'd been forced to see me, felt

There was something almost poetic about the answer, something that suggested depths I'd never bothered to explore. And beneath the poetry was a cutting edge, my thoughts are better company than you.I hated the calmness in her voice. The lack of fear. The lack of anything I could grab onto, fight against, dominate.It felt like she was holding up a shield, one I hadn't given her permission to carry. One she'd forged herself in the fires I'd lit."Lyra." I forced my voice lower, softer, trying for something that might reach past her defenses. "Look at me."She did.But the look wasn't submissive, there was no lowering of lashes, no softening of features. It wasn't defiant either, no challenge in the set of her jaw, no fire in her gaze.It was nothing.A mirror reflecting nothing back.A window into an empty room.I saw my own face in her eyes and didn't recognize what I'd become.The temper I'd been holdin

Larry Morning arrived like an unwelcome guest, spilling gray light through my windows before I was ready to face it.I had barely slept. When I did, my dreams were fractured things, hallways that stretched endlessly, perfume that burned my throat, eyes that looked through me instead of at me. I woke with my sheets twisted around my legs and that same knot lodged firmly in my chest, tighter than it had been the night before.Annoying. Unnecessary. A weakness I couldn't afford.I dressed with mechanical efficiency, pulling on clothes that still carried the faint ghost of Zara's perfume. The scent made my stomach turn. I'd worn this shirt last night. Evidence of choices I'd made, clinging to fabric like an accusation.I should have changed.I didn't.Some self-destructive part of me wanted to see if Lyra would notice. If she would care. If I could finally provoke some reaction from that infuriating calm she wielded like