Novels by Samster_x

~AeronBeing Alpha was nothing like I imagined.They all tell you the crown is made of iron and duty. They don’t mention the weight that crushes you slowly. They don't talk about the rot behind the council chamber doors, or the way your soul starts to erode under the constant weight of decisions that offer no victories — only sacrifices.There’s no pleasure here. No laughter. No space to bleed.Just… ruling. Day in. Day out. Meetings. War talk. Pack tensions. The Eastern borders creeping with rogue beasts. Bloodlines to protect. Laws to uphold. Lies to maintain.I haven't seen the sky without urgency in a while.I thought power would taste like freedom. Instead, it tastes like ash. Like all the things I couldn't save. Like her name caught on the back of my tongue, never spoken, always burning.And worst of all, I wake up next to someone who isn't her.The first thing I felt was light.The filtered kind — morning sun crawling across cold stone. Then the heaviness of sleep finally loos

~Omniscient POVThe steady rhythm of hooves beat against the earth like a slow, pulsing drum. Dust curled into the wind with every step, stirred by two horses making their way through a winding path between the hollow hills. One horse led the way—an obsidian mare with strength in her gait, a second horse trailing behind, quiet and loyal.Eira stirred.Her body swayed slightly with every bump on the road, her head resting lightly against something warm—firm, steady.She groaned, blinking slowly as light stabbed through her eyelids. Her muscles ached. Her wrists throbbed with fading burns. She felt movement. Wind. Open air.And then she realized—she wasn’t walking. She was riding.Her eyes opened fully.She was slumped against Caelum’s chest, his arms loosely around her, one hand holding the reins, the other gripping the saddle. She was seated in front of him, her legs draped over the saddle horn. The second horse, hers, trotted faithfully beside them.Eira slowly sat up and yawned, bru

~Eira“Eira… Eira…”The voice drifted through my head like smoke, curling at the edges of my dream. Soft. Distant. Familiar.“Mmm… five more minutes,” I mumbled, turning over, half convinced I was still home, still wrapped in warm blankets, still safe in a time that didn’t exist anymore.“EIRA!”The voice snapped like a whip.I jolted upright, gasping—and the movement yanked my wrists hard against the cold metal shackling me to the wall.Pain shot through my shoulders. I hissed.“What the—?” My vision swam. My head pounded.The cell was pitch black, save for a flickering torch somewhere near the door. The air was heavy with the stench of mold, blood, and rot. Something skittered across my leg—small, quick. A rat.Lovely.Chains clinked across from me. Caelum sat against the far wall, blood dried around his temple, his eyes sunken but awake.“Hey,” he said. “How are you feeling?”“What’s going on?” I asked, trying to shake the haze from my skull. “Why are we in a… gods, this place smel

~Eira The sky was bleeding. I stood at the edge of a crumbling cliff, wind whipping through my silver hair, the ground beneath my feet fractured and charred. What had once been a valley of lush forests and crystalline rivers was now a blackened wasteland—skeletal trees twisted like broken fingers, soil cracked open like a wound. And the screaming. Gods, the screaming. Below me, the earth split and groaned, coughing fire into the air like it had a soul to purge. Shadows moved within the flames—giant, hulking shapes with limbs like serpents and skin made of molten bone. Their eyes glowed blue—no pupils, no mercy—just that dead, ancient blue, like frozen galaxies. Revenants was what they called themselves. They spoke in a language that was foreign but for some reason I understood them perfectly. They were telling me that since I refused to cleanse the world, they’ll do it themselves. They tore through what was left of the land, their massive forms crushing buildings and

~Omniscient POV The moment the spears were raised, Caelum stepped forward slowly, palms lifted into the air. His eyes scanned the masked warriors, reading their body language like old script. “We mean you no harm,” he said, voice clear but calm. “We’re just werewolves seeking shelter.” There was a moment of breathless silence, thick with uncertainty. Then, one by one, the masked figures began to lower their weapons. The tension in the air thinned like morning fog, and with a few exchanged glances, they reached for their faces. Masks fell. Beneath them were elves—but not like those told in fairytale stories. These ones stood no taller than a toddler, small and compact like monkeys, with skin that shimmered faintly green in the light. Their ears were long and sharply pointed, twitching slightly as they took in scents and sounds. Despite their small size, their faces bore ageless wisdom and uncanny beauty. Their large golden eyes gleamed with ancient magic and quiet suspici

~Eira “We can’t stay here for long,” Caelum said, tightening the cloth around his shoulder pack. His voice was steady but low, like the cave walls might eavesdrop. “We’ll need food. Water. If you’re feeling up to it, we can walk around a bit and see what we can find.” I rolled my eyes and shifted on the rock. “I told you I was fine.” He arched a brow then carried his cloak and used it to cover my crescent birthmark which was no longer glowing as brightly as it was before. “Where’s Eve?” I asked. “Who’s that?” “My horse,” I said dryly. “The only friend I have left in this godforsaken world.” “Oh. Your horse.” He scratched the back of his neck. “She’s just outside.” “That’s nice.” I stood and stretched, grimacing as my shoulder tugged under the bandage. “Let me go and check on the only person in this world that actually cares about me.” I gave him a cold glare before walking out into the light. He sighed—deep and exasperated—but didn’t say a word. The mornin