Glen J. Baker — All or NothingThe room finally fell silent. The weight of the words spoken during the meeting still lingered, echoing in the air like a storm that refused to pass. One by one, the council members left their seats—some muttering quietly to each other, others wearing grim, tense expressions.I remained seated, watching each of them walk out, calculating my next move. They had all become nothing more than pieces on a board I had spent years arranging.Once the last one stepped out, I gave a subtle nod to the soldiers standing guard at the entrance.“Leave me. No one comes in unless I say so.”They nodded silently and shut the door behind them.The silence that followed was welcome. I stood slowly, feeling the weight of time—and my choices—settle onto my shoulders. With deliberate steps, I crossed to the other end of the room, carrying the bundle of correspondence I’d received. I sifted through the stack carefully, studying each envelope before tucking them into the drawe
Alesha Stokes — The Painful TruthWhen I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was the biting cold. But it wasn’t the chill of the forest. I was no longer surrounded by that pristine white, stained with snow and blood. Around me were stones, darkness, and the stench of mold and dampness. I had no idea where I was—but I was certain I had died. I was sure it was over that my body had finally given up the fight.But then I heard something.A soft breath. The rustle of fabric. And slowly, my eyes adjusted to the dim light. The pain was like blades lodged between my bones, but I forced myself upright, using my hands for support. When I looked around, I realized the worst.I was in a cell.Alone.Locked up like an animal.My legs gave out, and I dropped to my knees. Every part of me burned. Open wounds. Fresh scars. I felt my hair brushing against my shoulders, and when I reached for it, I realized... it had returned to its natural color.No more disguise.Shit...They knew.I wasn’t Alesh
Edward Wood — The Hidden TruthThe horse nearly collapsed the moment we passed through the palace gates. Its breathing was ragged, muscles trembling—and honestly, I wasn’t doing much better.We hadn’t stopped once since leaving the last village. I knew there was no time to waste. What I had uncovered… it would change everything. And if I were too late, it might cost us all.As soon as the hooves hit the inner courtyard, I could smell it—tension thick in the air. Cold. Dangerous.Something had happened.I jumped off the horse, my muscles aching in protest. My eyes scanned every corner—guards moving fast, formations tighter than usual, and a few soldiers I didn’t even recognize. But the shields… the Zamora crest was everywhere.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath.What the hell were they doing at the palace?I strode across the stone path toward the main entrance, nearly tripping over myself. The servants avoided my gaze, eyes wide, like they were afraid to speak. And then, just ahead
Michelle Morripin – The Lone Wolf Snow piled in my hair as I wandered through the black forest, each step sinking into the soaked ground. The cold was a constant reminder of everything I had lost. Everything that had been taken from me. My name was no longer spoken in Neveryth. I was nothing more than a shadow, a wolf without a pack, a mistake meant to be forgotten. When I was exiled years ago, I was too young to fight against the decrees of Glen J. Baker, the Alpha who ruled the region. I was only six years old, but he didn’t care. No one did. He accused me of my father’s sins, proclaiming his betrayal in front of everyone. The man who raised me, who taught me to hunt and fight, was branded a traitor and executed without the right to defend himself—right before my eyes, just like the rest of my family. I watched his lifeless eyes staring into the snow before I was dragged out of the village. Banishment wasn’t enough for them—they wanted me to suffer. Maybe Glen felt pity,
Michelle Morripin – The Lone WolfThe wind howled through the trees, cold and biting. I was used to the chill of the forest, but at that moment, something inside me truly froze. “I’ll do it.” The words slipped out before I could reconsider. Not that I had a choice. I had nothing left to lose. The man standing before me remained impassive, simply watching with those amber eyes—too deep, too knowing to belong to an ordinary wolf. Then, he tilted his head slightly, as if satisfied. “Then run.” My brows furrowed. “What?” “You’re not the only one,” he said, his voice carrying an odd tone, almost like a warning. “There are others. Many others. Every pack wants an heir from the Supreme Alpha. The one who succeeds first will become the most powerful of all.” My stomach twisted. The Supreme Alpha. A distant, untouchable man. The king of kings among wolves. And I was supposed to take a child from him. Ridiculous. She-wolves from every pack were after the same thing. Wo
Michelle Morripin – The Lone WolfThe impact sent me crashing to the ground before I could react. Air burst from my lungs as pain shot through my back.A voice, low and laced with disdain, clicked its tongue. "Tsk. What do we have here?"The scent hit me before I could lift my head— He was a wolf.My pulse raced. My muscles locked in response.That presence, that coat of arms... he was no ordinary wolf, he was the local alpha's subordinate.I was in trouble.Shit. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but I couldn’t. Not without blowing my cover.I curled up on the ground, pulling my hood lower to hide my face, trying to make myself smaller, less threatening.But he had already caught my scent."You don’t belong here," he growled, his voice laced with authority.My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.A strange murmur rose around us.I needed to think. Fast. But my thoughts were a tangled mess of panic and instinct. Could I turn and disappear into the crowd? No—too man
Michelle Morripin – The Lone WolfThe reflection in the mirror didn’t look like mine.My golden eyes gleamed under the dim candlelight, as intense as the full moon. My hair, dirty and tangled, revealed its true color—a rare, almost celestial silver.I placed a hand over my chest, feeling my heart pounding.For so long, I had lived like an animal, wild and forgotten in the forest, that my own identity had dissolved. I no longer remembered who I was. I didn’t remember where I came from.But now, I knew.I was the daughter of Richard Morripin.The daughter of a powerful and righteous man—who had been killed by lies.And yet…I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, reminding myself that none of it had ever made a difference in my life. Being a pureblood wolf hadn’t saved me from the cruelty and injustice of the world.“This doesn’t change anything,” I murmured.The old woman, still watching me, furrowed her brow.“What do you mean?”I turned to face her“My blood may be pure, but I’m a r
Michelle Morripin (or should it be Alesha Stokes?) Step 01 - Hunter or Prey?The carriage swayed gently as we moved along the frozen road. I watched the path through a small opening on the side of the vehicle, seeing the wooden and stone houses fade into the distance as we passed through the villages. The carriage came to an abrupt stop, pulling me out of my thoughts. “We’ve arrived,” Marilyn said, adjusting her robes before opening the door. The palace loomed before me, like a monster waiting to be conquered. Its black iron gates seemed both inviting and forbidding at the same time. Guards stood watch at the entrance, but the commotion inside confirmed that the recruitment of servants was indeed taking place. Women, most of them humbly dressed, waited in line for evaluation. Some looked nervous, while others stood firm, radiating confidence. The old woman grabbed my arm, guiding me toward the entrance. “Stand tall. Speak only when necessary.” I nodded, pulling my
Edward Wood — The Hidden TruthThe horse nearly collapsed the moment we passed through the palace gates. Its breathing was ragged, muscles trembling—and honestly, I wasn’t doing much better.We hadn’t stopped once since leaving the last village. I knew there was no time to waste. What I had uncovered… it would change everything. And if I were too late, it might cost us all.As soon as the hooves hit the inner courtyard, I could smell it—tension thick in the air. Cold. Dangerous.Something had happened.I jumped off the horse, my muscles aching in protest. My eyes scanned every corner—guards moving fast, formations tighter than usual, and a few soldiers I didn’t even recognize. But the shields… the Zamora crest was everywhere.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath.What the hell were they doing at the palace?I strode across the stone path toward the main entrance, nearly tripping over myself. The servants avoided my gaze, eyes wide, like they were afraid to speak. And then, just ahead
Alesha Stokes — The Painful TruthWhen I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was the biting cold. But it wasn’t the chill of the forest. I was no longer surrounded by that pristine white, stained with snow and blood. Around me were stones, darkness, and the stench of mold and dampness. I had no idea where I was—but I was certain I had died. I was sure it was over that my body had finally given up the fight.But then I heard something.A soft breath. The rustle of fabric. And slowly, my eyes adjusted to the dim light. The pain was like blades lodged between my bones, but I forced myself upright, using my hands for support. When I looked around, I realized the worst.I was in a cell.Alone.Locked up like an animal.My legs gave out, and I dropped to my knees. Every part of me burned. Open wounds. Fresh scars. I felt my hair brushing against my shoulders, and when I reached for it, I realized... it had returned to its natural color.No more disguise.Shit...They knew.I wasn’t Alesh
Glen J. Baker — All or NothingThe room finally fell silent. The weight of the words spoken during the meeting still lingered, echoing in the air like a storm that refused to pass. One by one, the council members left their seats—some muttering quietly to each other, others wearing grim, tense expressions.I remained seated, watching each of them walk out, calculating my next move. They had all become nothing more than pieces on a board I had spent years arranging.Once the last one stepped out, I gave a subtle nod to the soldiers standing guard at the entrance.“Leave me. No one comes in unless I say so.”They nodded silently and shut the door behind them.The silence that followed was welcome. I stood slowly, feeling the weight of time—and my choices—settle onto my shoulders. With deliberate steps, I crossed to the other end of the room, carrying the bundle of correspondence I’d received. I sifted through the stack carefully, studying each envelope before tucking them into the drawe
Glen J. Baker — Let the Hunt BeginThe council chamber was dead silent when I walked in. Every step I took echoed in the tense stillness, accompanied by wary, suspicious glances. They could sense something was off. It hung in the air—like the scent of final decisions. Of blood, maybe.My eyes scanned the room, noting who had shown up. Most had come, despite the abrupt summons. A few seats remained empty—not surprising. Cowards always hesitate at the last minute.I made my way to the head of the long, dark oak table—my seat. I sat without a word, taking in every face before me. Old men. Some I’d known since my youth. Others were younger, still unaware of how far I was willing to go.Silence lingered for several heavy seconds, broken only by a light knock at the door. One of the guards stepped in briskly, carrying a stack of papers and sealed scrolls.“Correspondence, sir,” he said, handing them to me with both hands.I took them and began sorting through the pile, only half-focused. Mo
Glen J. Baker — Forgive me, my dear.The moment Edward disappeared through the main gate of the estate, something ignited inside me—a burning mix of rage, frustration... and a feeling I hadn’t recognized in years.I stood up from my chair, grinding my teeth.“Follow that man,” I ordered one of my soldiers. “Keep your distance. I want to know exactly where he goes, who he speaks to, and what he breathes. But don’t act... not yet.”The soldier nodded firmly and rushed off to carry out the command.I took a deep breath, trying to rein in the emotions I thought I had buried long ago. The presence of that damned royal guard had stirred up memories I had locked away for far too long. And now, with him digging into the past with sharp claws, the wounds had begun to bleed again.“Summon the Council. Now.” I spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “Tell them the problem is back. And if we don’t deal with it... we’ll all go down together.”I didn’t wait for a reply. I knew my men would obey.As
Anabelle Mixon — A Knife in the Back.It was like seeing a vision of hell. My hell.My love...the reason I had agreed to do all that, was...dying.The sheets beneath him were stained with dark blood, and sweat-soaked strands of hair stuck to his feverish forehead. My knees almost gave out. "No…" I whispered. "No… this can’t be happening…" I rushed to his side, nearly stumbling over the rug. One of the healers tried to stop me, but I slapped his hand away. "I’m the daughter of the Prime Minister! I have every right to be here!" I knelt beside the bed and reached for him. My hand trembled as it touched his. It was hot. Far too hot. "Keep going. Do whaever it takes," I demanded, getting to my feet. "Bring him back. Make him live."I was in shock, the whole thing. All that confusion, it wasn't supposed to happen.Why the hell was everything going wrong?That bitch Alesha turned out to be someone else. My Matthew, who was supposed to easily resist the poison, is succumbing.
Anabelle Mixon — Victory or...?Finally. After so many setbacks, after so much pretending, the world was finally falling back into place. The little bitch was locked up. And me? In control. Sure… some things had gone off the rails — I never imagined that filthy omega would have a wolf of *that* caliber inside her. It gave me chills. For a few minutes, I’ll admit… I actually doubted myself. Questioned whether I was doing the right thing. But then I remembered everything she had done to me. The humiliation. The way she looked at Matthew. The way *he* looked back at her. No. That bitch had to fall. I walked through the cold prison halls, the sound of my heels echoing like bells of judgment. The guards stepped aside as I passed, lowering their heads, making way without even daring to meet my eyes. As it should be. And there she was. In the deepest cell. Curled up, dried blood streaking her legs, white hair a tangled mess — like something torn from an ancient tale of
Roland J. Hall — My Alesha... is innocent.The sound of clashing swords echoed behind me, mingling with growls and screams. But I didn’t look back. My mission was clear: get reinforcements. The Supreme Alpha had been ambushed, and as much as I wanted to stay and fight to my last drop of blood, I knew it would be useless.I ran harder than I ever had before.The cold wind sliced my skin, snowflakes stung my eyes, but I didn’t stop. The horse was nearly collapsing beneath me, but I didn’t slow down. When I finally saw the outline of the tents at camp, I shouted with everything I had:“THE SUPREME ALPHA! HE’S BEEN AMBUSHED!”The camp erupted into motion. Guards jumped to their feet, weapons were grabbed, and mounts readied within seconds. And then, before I could even catch my breath, the first ones to ride out were the Zamoras — father and son. August led the charge, his horse seemingly gliding above the ground.It made me frown.They looked like they knew exactly where to go. No questi
Edward Wood — The Truth Behind the RotI could feel the snow slicing against my face as I rode hard back toward the palace. I hadn’t slept properly in days—not since I followed an old instinct, the same one that had saved me countless times during the war. The same instinct that now screamed something was deeply wrong. Matthew needed to hear the truth, and there was no time for letters or messengers. This was too big.After confronting Alex Madson, I knew I couldn’t stop there. That slippery worm had pretended not to care, but the documents I got out of him—thanks to a little pressure and the edge of my sword—told a different story. Among the papers, one thing stood out immediately: there was absolutely no record of Alesha Stokes. None.No proof she’d ever lived in the village of Amari’s Wood. No birth record. Nothing. It was as if she had appeared out of thin air. And if that wasn’t enough, the files showed Alex was still in contact with other long-forgotten villages in the kingdom—p