FAZER LOGINThe night was thick with shadow and sorrow. Beyond the ruins of the west wing, the estate lay silent, the echoes of the twins’ first shift still resonating in every splintered wall and cracked floorboard. Smoke drifted lazily through shattered windows, carrying with it the scent of fire, ash, and an underlying metallic tang that set the nerves on edge.Samuel moved silently through the corridors, every sense heightened. His father’s presence had been absent for years, leaving behind only whispers of power, resentment, and legacy. But tonight, the air itself seemed charged with something unnatural—a dark pulse that thrummed in rhythm with his heartbeat, calling him forward.He stopped suddenly, noticing a figure standing in the center of the main hall. Draped in shadow, unmoving, yet impossibly alive. The air grew colder, and the hairs on Samuel’s neck rose in instinctive recognition.“Father…” Samuel breathed, but the voice that responded was not his father’s. It was hollow, jagged, i
The Stain Estate had never been quiet. Shadows lurked in every corner, and the legacy of power that had haunted its walls for generations whispered in the corridors like restless ghosts. But tonight, the silence shattered—not with footsteps or arguments, but with an earth-shattering roar that shook the foundations of the estate itself. In the west wing, two young figures—twins barely past their tenth year—stood trembling, sweat and tears streaking their faces. Their eyes glowed unnaturally, amber and silver flickering with energy they could neither control nor fully comprehend.“I… I can’t stop it!” the boy cried, his voice cracking as his hands sparked with raw, chaotic power.“Me neither!” his sister screamed, her own energy whipping through the room like a tempest. Objects lifted, shards of wood and glass spinning violently in the air, colliding with walls and ceilings. The twins’ powers were wild, untamed, and terrifyingly destructive. On the second floor, the sound of splintering
The night was suffocatingly quiet. Smoke still hung in the air from the burning border town, drifting across the Rogue encampment in pale, ghostly wisps. Inside the main tent, the remnants of battle had been hastily cleared, leaving a cold, tense silence. Samuel lay on the narrow cot, muscles coiled even in rest, the golden glow of his eyes dimmed only slightly in exhaustion. His mind, however, refused to sleep.Adrian’s survival weighed on him, the fragile memory of their shared warmth in the bunker still burning behind his eyelids. Every brush of skin, every ragged inhale of air—those moments had imprinted themselves into Samuel’s consciousness. He had survived countless battles, faced traitors and killers, and yet this lingering bond and this emotional tethers was a greater battlefield than any war outside.Fenris, the Rogue general, had been watching him for days. Observing, measuring, calculating. He had tolerated Samuel’s presence, the new Sun-Omega who had joined their ranks, b
The sky erupted with unnatural fire. The first wave of silver-gas bombs fell like hail from an unseen hand, shattering the night into chaos. A hiss followed each impact, a metallic, whispering scream that cut through the battlefield like a knife. Smoke and a strange, pungent silver scent filled the air, choking soldiers and wolves alike.Samuel’s lungs burned, claws scraping the dirt as he lunged toward Adrian, who had stumbled, coughing violently, smoke curling from his flaring nostrils. The Purists and Rogues alike were caught off guard, their battle lines dissolving into disoriented chaos. No one cared who was enemy and who was ally; the silver gas spared no one. “They’re… using something else…” Adrian wheezed, his voice barely audible over the sound of groaning and panicked cries. His knees buckled, and he fell to the scorched earth. Samuel was there instantly, catching him before he hit the ground, his heart hammering—not with lust this time, but with sheer, raw panic.“Adrian!”
The sky burned above the border town, a cruel reflection of the chaos below. Smoke rose in angry plumes from shattered homes and smoldering carts, carrying with it the acrid scent of fire and blood. Ash fell like dark snow over the streets, coating the ruined buildings and the bodies sprawled across the ground. Samuel’s boots pressed into the scorched earth, each step measured, controlled, every muscle taut with tension. The Rogue army had fought hard to push the Purist forces back, but the city’s destruction was total. The sun, sinking low, cast an eerie orange glow over the battlefield, turning the smoke into a molten haze.And there he was.Adrian. His once-pristine military coat was streaked with ash and blood, his golden eyes locking onto Samuel’s across the ruined plaza. In that instant, time seemed to collapse—the world narrowed to the space between them. A lifetime of betrayal, anger, and unspoken desire hung thick in the air.Samuel’s hand moved without thought, drawing a sil
Liam’s boots crunched against the frost-bitten metal grating as he descended into the bowels of the abandoned facility. The air smelled of ozone and decay, a mix that made his stomach churn and his claws twitch with barely contained fury. Somewhere deep inside, a machine hummed, pulsing like the heartbeat of a predator, and Liam could feel it vibrating through his bones. He moved carefully, shadows stretching like claws along the walls, every corner threatening an ambush. He knew this facility—he’d heard the whispers of what Stain and his Purist scientists were capable of—but nothing in his worst imaginings had prepared him for the horrors awaiting below.Then he saw it.A massive glass chamber, fogged and lined with cables, bathed in the cold, greenish glow of bioluminescent fluid. Inside, a figure crouched, half-human, half-machine. The sight made Liam’s blood turn to ice. The wolf-like snarl that echoed from the chamber was unmistakable.“Thomas Liam whispered, disbelief twisting i
“Adrian…” Her voice slithered through the shadows of the penthouse, soft and honeyed, yet carrying a weight that made his chest tighten and sober. Adrian looked up from the glass of gin he’d been nursing, the amber liquid reflecting his hollow eyes. “Who’s there?” His voice was rough, raw from s
“Don’t split up. ”Adrian’s voice was sharp through the comm.Samuel adjusted the mic at his collar, eyes scanning the construction site below. I’m not. I just need ten minutes to confirm the layout“This is not the time for site inspections. “This is exactly the time,” Samuel replied. “If they’re b
“Samuel!”The explosion hadn’t even settled when Adrian’s voice tore through the smoke.Samuel shoved the Omega girl behind a fallen pillar. “Stay down. Don’t move. Gunfire erupted. Not ordinary bulletsSilver. Samuel’s eyes snapped toward the guards. Two of them turned their guns,not outward But i
“Then let him reject her.”The hall went silent.Every Alpha King seated at the long obsidian table turned toward the speaker—tall, broad, draped in white fur like a war god carved from ice.Samuel’s fingers tightened around his glass.“Careful,” he said quietly, not looking up. “You’re standing in







