HAILEYThe chamber was shadowed, long shuddering arms spread out before it by the light of the hearthfire. I rested my elbows at the head of the oak table, trying to focus on the recent news of our border scouts, but my thoughts continually circled back over the past couple of days since Marissa had come and totally flipped everything about—her abilities, her disobedience, and her unmistakable connection to Alexia. I knew the balance would shatter any second, and therefore I had been walking on this thin edge. Ryan had stepped in in the blink of an eye as he pushed open the creaky door. Ryan walked in, as tight as he could stand, his face unrecognizable. To another man, Ryan might have been able to pass himself off as a king—untitled and inflexible—but to me, there was simmering beneath his tranquil exterior, a cyclone forming. He growled, "We need to talk," beneath his breath with a pointed snarl that placed me immediately on high alert. I nodded and motioned him to sit, putting the
ISAIAHThe ritual fire threw eerie silhouettes on the old stone walls as it wildly danced in the dark room. I sat cross-legged in front of them, my hands upon my knees, the world weighing on my shoulders, and concentrated my energy. I've been hearing a loud, urgent, unintelligible whisper of ancestors for days on end. It whizzed by; whatever it was, it was going somewhere. Tonight, I wanted answers. I let the force within me connect with the spiritual plane by closing my eyes. There was a strange wind that sliced through the room as the fire suddenly blazed up. Everything was indistinct, and the room blurred into the room blurred into a vast, ethereal landscape as my eyes clouded over. There was quiet. And then I saw her—Hailey—when the mist cleared. Her golden hair glowed beneath the light of a thousand stars as she stood in the middle of an endless meadow. Millions knelt behind her. Witches, fae, wolves, vampires, and beings I couldn't even identify bowed their heads in respect. Wit
RYAN Even though the morning air had a keen bite to it, it didn't make me any less annoyed. After a long night of strategy talks, my partner, Hailey, the queen of all species, slept peacefully and caught a few winks. I intended to leave her alone and let her continue to sleep. The seer Isaiah had dealt me a blow with his vision and naturally, when a convoy of cars neared the pack house and the rumble of motors became louder, that strategy was blown. It resembled chalkboard fingernails. As the first automobile rolled to a stop, I stood with my arms folded across my chest at the top of the steps to the pack house. A scout showed up, then Logan my Beta, showed up beside me, his eyes alert and suspicious. "Who the hell are they?" I grumbled as I looked at the cars. Logan took a whiff of the air. "Wolves. But this is organized—not rogues. "Like I told the scout who informed me the first time, welcome them, but if they come for trouble, you make sure they never leave this place alive". The
HAILEYThe calm clinking of glasses and pleasant conversation filled the eatery. For me, it was a unique evening, a chance to relax and mingle without the constant pressure of leadership. I had been essentially ejected by Logan and Ryan, who insisted that I needed a vacation. After the rogues,s attempted war, when the vampires worked with the wolves the rogues were defeated easily; my head spins when I think of how far I've come, once broken, rejected, unloved yet here I am as the queen of all, everyone does anything just to get my approval and it's still shocking to me. I have never met the Vampire king, nor do I relate with anyone from their side as I don't have friends, but I have come to a place of mental adjustment that bears, demons, vampires, warlocks, witches, etc, are all too work with me. I picked a table in a corner, out of the way, where there was some privacy due to the low lighting. As usual, my thoughts drifted to the triplets. Jaden had started stealing cookies from th
AARON The streets were alive with their usual buzz of traffic and the usual hum of cars, but I was barely aware of it all tonight. The crushing weight of Selene's ambitions and the secrets she kept made me uneasy because she insisted on moulding me into her destiny rather than mine as if she were preparing me for something bigger, but I wanted something or someone more. Hailey, I became obsessed with her the moment I saw her, but I have no intention of stopping, no matter the level of opposition involved, she must be mine.I hid at a tiny café with a bookshop on the more sedate side of town. I grabbed a seat beside the window in one corner, and the air smelt like freshly brewed coffee and old paper. No one knows me as the fashion house billionaire; titles do not matter here, so I find peace and calmness of thought every time I come by this place. However, I went here for a little respite from Selene's oppressive rule, not for the books or the coffee. Even though the bell above the e
SELENEI walked the great hall of my lair as the moon was low in the sky, sending a silver light over the thick forest. My heart was pounding with a mix of fear and anger, which I could not identify. Isaiah was alive. Alive! He had returned like a ghost from the past, with the power to annihilate the carefully constructed web of deceit I had built, after all my scheming and struggling to ensure that he would never return. More than that, Aaron had discovered him. I clenched my fists and drove my nails into my palms. My son having to face him made my blood boil. A reminder of a past I'd long forgotten, Isaiah was a weakness. A reminder of a past I'd long forgotten. I'd given up everything to ensure Aaron's future and shape him into the weapon he was born to become. Everything has been jeopardized because of Isaiah. Two of my most trusted outlaws entered through the creaking massive oak doors. Their faces were impassive as their massive bodies filled the room. I roared, "Report," my voi
THOMASSwirling the amber-colored liquid in my glass, candlelight danced over the smooth wood of my study desk. Betrayals had surfaced and friendships had changed through the crazy last weeks. Still, my thoughts continued to focus on Hailey all along. She was a queen in all ways, and she was everything. Authoritative, elegant, and beautiful, she was Ryan's and beyond reach. The hot light didn't quite ease the ache within, so I had some of the bourbon. Years ago, I would never have imagined making the concessions and compromises that I had made. But as the facts gradually emerged, it became glaringly obvious that Lucy had lied to me. Lucy. Saying her name made me feel contemptuous. She had infiltrated my life, playing tricks on my free will and offering promises. She was my friend and equal. But no-she was an enchantress who used magic to make me hers to command. And I only discovered it by chance. A random encounter with an old renegade healer shocked me into wakefulness. We were disc
HAILEY The air grew sinister, heavy with an eerie cold that made my spine tingle. It wasn't the typical court setting, where the triplets' laughter and the council members' sporadic arguments could be heard reverberating through the corridors. No, it felt like the world itself was holding its breath today. Something feels wrong yet I can't put my fingers around it. My court was all around me as I stood in the vast hall. Ryan and Logan stood on either side of me, their eyes alert and focused. Some of our finest warriors were protecting the triplets elsewhere. The vampire King Adrian had recently pledged fealty, and the partnership looked to momentarily improve our position. But now, it seemed, our peace was short-lived. The doors broke open, and the smell of sulphur filled up the entire space. An outer-world ethereal guy entered the hall, his presence like a black hole, draining the air from the room. On his armour each piece is engraved with ancient runes, glinted in the faint light,
LOGANThe air reeked of blood, pungent enough to slice through bone-deep exhaustion. I arrived too late for the battle, but just in time for the cleanup.Marissa stood with her arm raised over the shape-shifter's deformed body, which collapsed at her feet like a crumpled flower. Its body shook as if even death would not claim it cleanly. Her sword dripped with black, noxious ichor.I'd wanted to feel proud — darn it, I was proud — but my wolf howled inside my chest walls, screaming for vengeance."Are you alright?" I pressed forward, ready to catch her if her legs gave out under her.Marissa cleaned the knife on her hand, jutting chin as if the fighter I knew her to be was finally free of that cage she'd been holding herself in."It won't be the last."That solitary stark truth weighed between us like a boulder."Not if I have any say in it," I growled. And I meant every damn word.ISAIAH The scent of smoke still hung in the air, seeping into the stone walls like an unwelcome memory.
TURTELA The castle had never been this still, not really. Even at midnight, its old bones vibrated with the thrum of wards and remembrances. But tonight, after the fight, after blood and smoke, the stillness was oppressive as ever. It lay on my chest like a heavy hand, smothering the wolf inside me who trotted in ceaseless circles, anxious and watchful.I should have stayed in my own chambers. Should have soothed myself with a hot bath or the echoing sound of dad's voice up and down the halls. Instead, my own feet led me out, past the marble pillars, to the garden where everything was bathed in moonlight.And she was there.Serenia.Sitting on the stone bench like it was her own, as if she had burst forth from the earth itself, dark hair falling like silk down her back. She was so still that I almost mistook her for another statue, some forgotten relic the old kings had left. I did not sneak up on her. I wanted her to hear me coming. I wanted her to know that I was not afraid."You'
ISAIAH The moment Hailey's call brushed my thoughts, I felt it — the shift in the air. There was no desperation in her tone, no panic, but resolve. And that scared me more than any battlefield ever managed.I arrived in the courtyard as the moon carved silver wounds in the stone. My steps faltered as my gaze met hers.Serenia.The last time I'd ever seen her was under other skies — when I'd lost all hope of having a mate. When fate woke me up, I'd never expected that she would be bound to me again, or in this manner.She was now by Hailey's side. Not as an enemy. Not even as a stranger.Her eyes settled on me, hard and unflickering."You came," she said.I cleared my throat, finding my balance. "Your mother summoned me."Her lips curled into a semblance of laughter, but there was no warmth behind it. "Oh, naturally she would. Always the Queen, always the commander."I started to open my mouth in defense of Hailey — habit — but Serenia raised a hand, stopping me. Her voice softened, a
HAILEYThe moon hung low in the heavens, casting a silver glow across the courtyard. The air was thick with anticipation, a silence that reeked of danger waiting to happen. I stood alone, senses heightened, muscles bunched and prepared to move.I was startled by a sudden stir within the shadows. A figure emerged, veiled in the shadows, moving with lethal grace. I recognized her immediately—Serenia, daughter of Lilith. She was a storm, her eyes burning with a mix of rage and grief.She attacked silently, her sword flashing towards me. I parried, the sound of steel on steel ringing out like a thunderclap. Our battle was a dance of fire and ice, each strike a question, each parry an answer."Why?" I shouted, our blades intertwined. "Why attack me?"Her eyes twitched, agony clouding her features. "Because he wants you," she snarled. "The Serpent King wants you, and I need to know why."Comprehension dawned. This wasn't a straight-up attack—it was a test, a desperate search for information
LILITHThe mortal realm was a mess of senses—colors too bright, scents too acrid, voices too jarring. And yet I walked through it as if I was born to rule it. Perhaps I was. Smoke wreathed my robes, curling around my ankles like living vines. I let it. Let them look at me. Let them fear.I had but one objective.Serenia.My daughter.Foolish, sentimental kid that she'd been, she'd followed the Serpent King into this world, bound by some romantic fantasy. And now she was lost. Hidden. Maybe in danger. And that. would not do.The trail led me to a crooked little hut that cowered beneath trees that recoiled from me. Magic lingered at its edges—thin, muddled spells that reeked of deceit. I passed through the wards like silk through a blade.She was inside, pale as ashes, a witch not a hundred years old. Her eyes widened. She knew me."Lilith," she whispered."I'm looking for my daughter," I said to her calmly. "Her name is Serenia. She passed this way."The witch shook her head. "I cannot
HAILEYThe throne room still smoldered with the ashes of war, the walls whispering with the ghosts of screams and fire. Ash streaked across my cheeks like war paint, my breath calm but flavored with fury. I stood at the room's center—queen, mother, warrior—with blood on my blade and power thrumming beneath my skin."To me," I bellowed, voice ripping through the quiet like thunder. I didn't need to say it twice. Every soul in the castle would hear me. And they would come.Because something else had passed beyond the veil. Something worse.The air reeked. Burnt sugar and spoiled wine. The veil had been pulled taut in our last battle, but now it was torn apart—and something was bleeding through.They came in bursts—Ryan first, low and tense, growling, Jaden on his flank. Aaron came in laughing and cautious, half, with Isaiah trailing behind him, haunted. The others came in after me—Turtela shining with moonlight in her eyes, Jackson still fixing his collar like they hadn't just battled a
ISAIAH The battlefield was chaos wrapped in fire.Ash rained from the skies like the skies themselves wept at what was happening within our sacred halls. The moment the shadow tore itself free from the ceiling, all went awry. Screams, growls, magic—fire erupted across the throne room, fighting jagged ice and howling streams of wind. The wards had held, barely.And yet, above it all, I could hear her.Hailey.Unyielding, authoritative, force of nature. Even when three of the dark minions charged her, she wheeled with dignity tempered by steel and blood. Her swords whirled. One, two—down they went.I fought with Ryan and Jaden, our movements choreographed as if fate itself had set us up for this moment. Kael changed in mid-air, scales flashing and wings brushing against the enchanted chandeliers as he dove."Behind you!" Turtela screamed, a beam of moonlight slicing across me.I spun and bisected a snarling shifter, its twisted form coughing up black smoke instead of blood.We were gai
HAILEYThey believed I wouldn't feel it. That shiver in the wards, a breath taken too soon. A brush against the back of my neck that wasn't mine.They were mistaken.I was at the entrance of the grand palace, the sun filtering through the pillars veined with gold. I'd just returned from a hurried meeting with the village council, hoping to fetch some tea and perhaps berate Ryan for failing to inform me of Isaiah's latest doomsday riddles.And then—A crack.A ripple.Magic stuttered.I froze.Every one of my instincts screaming to life. I didn't breathe. Didn't blink.The wards had been breached. At the gates.Show yourself," I whispered.A low snarl answered.And then the wind assaulted me.A blur—too fast to be an ordinary wolf, too quiet to be a vampire, too frenzied to be anything natural. I dodged just in time as a clawed hand tore through the air where my neck had been. Dust exploded around me as I rolled, my palm slapping against the stone, glyphs searing into the floor.Not t
TURTELA The lavender perfume lingered in the halls as I made my way to my room, my bare feet silent on marble floors. Tonight, something felt wrong. The air was too still, the moon too bright, silver light accusingly streaming through each of the high arched windows. My wolf stirred inside me, tense, alert."Turtela."I turned around. Rina, one of the younger maids, stood with a folded bunch of silks clutched in her hands—my favorite nightgown amongst them. Her smile was too wide, her eyes too wide. Something inside me tightened."Thanks," I said, taking the silks from her. Her fingers brushed against mine. Cold. Too cold.I did not let my unease show. "You okay, Rina?"She blinked. Too late."Of course, my lady. I just. I did not sleep well.""Try tea," I breathed. "Chamomile works wonders."I went into my quarters and closed the door softly. But I did not go in any farther. I listened. Waited. I felt her outside. Breathing. Not leaving.I spun, yanked open the door. She was there.