Novels by MyThIcAl LoRd

Elisha wouldn't stop pacing around. If I wasn't sure I'd not fall to the ground if I stood, I'd be pacing around also."So you're trying to say, you had a mate," I nod. "And he rejected you." Another nod. "How come you have another mate all of a sudden? I've heard of second chance mates but so soon?""I don't understand too. Something happened to me after I got rejected. I felt myself die. I know I died, I just don't know how I'm alive right now. That must have something to do with the whole mate thing." I couldn't begin to comprehend the whole story myself.There has to be a good reason for it and this seems like a fitting one."Wow," Elisha finally sits down as he rubs his face. "This is gonna be difficult. I really don't know what Lucian would say or think. Asides that, how are you able to control freaking lightning? You almost roasted barbie outside a few moments ago."That is another issue I have been trying to wrap my mind around. I have never felt that amount of power before. I

Lucian's head was heavy. He couldn't think, couldn't breath, couldn't fucking see. He released a low growl from his throat at the child that bumped into him. Or rather, the child he bumped into. He pushed him out of his way, not ready to think of who was at fault.What the fuck was Skylar's rogue doing in his camp?Lucian's breathing was coming out hard. His wolf was pissed, really pissed. If her gang of rogues were here for his mate then he'd rip each and every one of them apart.She'd already broken the rogue code of law by storming into his encampment with warrior wolves. To survive as a rogue was hard. Harder than anything. It's why the vilest of punishments for pack wolves was banishment. So the banished wolves, rogues, formed cliques. It was never termed a pack. Packs had rules, hierarchy, systems that everyone had to follow. In rogue cliques, there was only one rule.Don't fucking snitch! And if you must, don't get caught.There were cliques of rogues led by the strongest. A

A dull ache pulses in my skull before I even open my eyes. The scent of burnt earth lingers in the air, mingling with something metallic—blood. The weight of exhaustion presses down on me, heavier than before. My limbs feel sluggish, as if I’ve been drained of every last drop of energy. I try to move, but a sharp sting shoots up my arm. A groan escapes my lips, and that’s when I hear it. Voices. Low and urgent. “She shouldn’t be alive after that. Infact, that shouldn't even be possible.” someone murmurs. Elisha.“Yeah? Well, she is. And if she wakes up pissed, we’re all screwed.” I force my eyes open, and the world tilts violently. The first thing I see is a wooden ceiling, the kind built for temporary shelters. My gaze shifts downward, and I take in the space—a small, dimly lit room, more of a cabin than anything else. A cot creaks beneath me as I try to push myself upright. “Maddy?” The voice is familiar, rough yet tinged with something softer. Concern? I turn my head an

"Maddy."My eyes snap open as my name echoes through the air. I’m back in the packhouse. Blood stains the wooden floors. The scent of iron clings to the air, thick and suffocating. My father’s lifeless eyes stare at nothing, his body motionless where it fell. My mother’s scream rips through the air—raw, broken—before it’s abruptly silenced. A sickening crack follows, echoing in my ears.I can’t move. I can’t breathe. I watch helplessly as my brother fights, his fury unmatched—but it’s not enough. Tyson intercepts him effortlessly, shoving him back like he’s nothing. Nothing.That’s what I am to him. "Maddy. There you are. I've been looking all over for you."I turn toward the voice and freeze. Kira. Her blonde hair is half-ripped from her head, and a deep claw mark mars her throat where blood won’t stop rushing from. She smiles, but it’s wrong—her once bright, lively eyes are vacant, dull. I take a step back, my stomach twisting. "We've got to go. C'mon," she urges

A loud, piercing howl tore through the night as Lucian summoned the other rogues. Not even the relentless rain could drown out its tenacity. The strong, metallic scent of blood—wolf’s blood—hung heavy in the air, making the rogues stir with a wild, primal hunger.Yes, rogues were banished wolves, outcasts deemed unworthy of a pack. Savages who fed on other wolves, thrived in chaos, and craved blood with an uncontrollable thirst. They were also hard to keep in check. Well, that’s what people believed. They weren’t entirely wrong—especially the part about them not being kept in check.Lucian was what many called the leader of the rogues, an alpha of his own kind. But the truth was, rogues had no true leader. They had a commander. And Lucian was that commander."So much blood." Elisha, Lucian's best friend, spoke through the mind link. He was deep in the forest, close to the pack’s borders, his voice tinged with something close to amusement. Like the others, he was in wolf form. Unlike t

They say when you accept your mate, you become one. Their joy becomes your joy, their sadness your sadness, and their pain yours to bear. The bond is sacred, unbreakable—a thread tying two souls together in perfect harmony.But bonds can shatter.The truth of this hits me like a blade to the chest as I watch my mother collapse to the ground. Her hands clutch at her chest, her wail of agony raw and unrelenting. She screams for my father, but I know he cannot answer. His twitching body lies still, the spark of life extinguished. The bond they shared for decades has been torn apart.“Dad?” My voice is barely a whisper, strangled and trembling.I should act. I should fight. But I can’t. My feet are rooted to the floor, my wolf clawing desperately for control. Yet my human grief holds me hostage.The room erupts into chaos, and my paralysis costs everything.The Luna of the Shadow Moon Pack appears behind my mother like a specter of death. Her movement is so fast, I don’t even register it