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Author: Harriet Ifeanyi
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-10 00:30:36

Triston paused, pulling a plain tunic over his head. “Where is he?”

“Stable wing. We kept him in one of the storage rooms, under guard.”

Triston said nothing more. His movements became swift and purposeful as he reached for the leather bandolier slung over the back of a chair. He didn’t strap it on, only clenched his fists and stormed toward the door. Jaxon sighed and followed. They moved briskly through the quiet corridors, down the stone steps and out into the cooler evening air. The stable wing sat apart from the main castle, and as they approached, the scent of hay and damp wood met them. Inside, two guards straightened at attention and bowed.

“He’s inside,” one said, nodding toward a reinforced wooden door. Triston pushed it open.

The Nyxorian messenger sat on a wooden stool, arms crossed lazily over his chest. His clothes were travel-worn, his boots dusty, but his expression—calm, arrogant—was perfectly intact. He looked up with a smug tilt of his chin as they entered.

“So,
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  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   No Retreat

    Reyes’s teeth found his injured shoulder, the very spot where the poisoned arrow had once sunk deep. Triston let out a howl of pain as the bite tore into old wounds, his front leg buckling slightly. Blood bloomed fast and thick over his fur. The Nyxorian Alpha didn’t relent. He tore again, shaking his head like a predator trying to rip a limb from bone. Triston’s body slammed into the earth, a snarl of fury ripped from his throat. Reyes loomed, dominance momentarily flashing in his coal-black eyes. But he had underestimated the fire in his opponent. He stepped in for the final strike— And Triston surged. With a primal roar, the Elyrian Alpha twisted, hind legs digging into the dirt, and launched upward. His jaws closed around Reyes’s throat—not deep enough to kill, but enough to lift and slam him sideways. Reyes hit the ground hard. Triston followed, claws raking over his ribs, driving him back with a series of savage, precise bites. He was no longer fighting just to win. He was fig

  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   Two Alphas

    The scorched remains of the second Nyxorian village still whispered with heat, blackened skeletal beams jutting from ashen rubble like charred bones. Smoke curled upward into the sky, thick with the stench of fire, iron, blood, and vengeance. Triston sat atop his black warhorse at the front lines, his figure carved in steel and wrath, He didn’t move, save for the slight rise and fall of his chest, each breath a restraint, each exhale a promise. His eyes, narrowed and locked on the horizon, burned with purpose. The sunlight slanted across his bare forearms, his sleeves rolled up, revealing the faded bandages that still hugged his right shoulder. The wound left by the poisoned arrow had not yet fully healed and though the pain still haunted the joint where the poisoned arrow had once lodged, he held the reins without flinching, his fingers curled firmly around it, steady despite the occasional tremor he no longer acknowledged, his grip unwavering, showing no sign of weakness. His right

  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   Imprisoned

    Zina’s face twisted in rage as Ivone walked past her. The laughter—the relief—stabbed at her like a blade to the gut. In her mind, it wasn’t relief for Triston’s life. It was celebration for Nyxoria’s ruin. For Reyes’ humiliation. For her downfall. And Zina couldn’t bear it. “He's coming for you?” she snapped, spinning on her heel. “You traitorous little rat—you’re laughing while Elyria lays siege to our land?” Ivone stopped short, turning just enough to glance back, her brows furrowed in confusion. “What—?” “You heard me!” Zina shrieked, her voice echoing down the corridor. “You’re one of them. An Elyrian spy!” Without another moment’s hesitation, Zina lunged. Her nails clawed into Ivone’s arm as she yanked her back. Caught off guard, Ivone stumbled, trying to wrench herself free. “Let go of me!” she barked. “Zina, you’re losing your mind—Reyes himself invited me here!” But Zina was already yelling over her. “Guards!” she screamed, voice sharp and commanding. “Guards! Arrest th

  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   Relief

    Ivone sat cross-legged on the edge of her bed, scrolls scattered across the duvet in a mess of faded ink and brittle parchment. Her brow was furrowed in concentration as her eyes scanned the lineages and war treaties laid out in the fragile Nyxorian script. So much of it still didn’t make sense—the names, the secrets, the deliberate omissions. She was just about to cross-reference a note on Annora Valtor when the sudden, echoing blast of a war horn shattered the silence. She jerked upright, startled. Another horn followed—louder, angrier. She dropped the scroll she’d been reading and rushed to the balcony, flinging the doors open just as the chaos below unfolded. The Nyxorian courtyard, once orderly and composed, was now a storm of motion. Servants scurried like frightened birds, shouting over one another as they tried to stay out of the soldiers’ path. Horses were being led out of the stables at breakneck speed, weapons hauled out of armories, and the castle guard scrambled into ra

  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   A Careless Lie

    “Zina!” Rhea's calm demeanor snapped, and she stood up abruptly her movements swift and decisive, catching her daughter by the arm and pulling her to sit beside her on the edge of the bed. “You need to breathe. Stressing like this isn’t good for the baby, do you understand? Sit. Breathe. Then talk to me.” Zina sat, but her body betrayed her tension, her knee bouncing with nervous energy, like a piston, her fingers twisting and untwisting in her lap, clenched, then opened again. Rhea's gaze narrowed as she studied her closely, her expression a mixture of concern and growing suspicion. She studied Zina's face, her eyes searching for clues, her expression a mask of calm inquiry. "What have you done, Zina?" she asked, her voice her voice soft but probing, her eyes piercing, searching for answers. “Is it Ivone?” she asked pointedly. “Is she the one making you like this again?” Zina shook her head almost violently. “No. Not… not exactly.” Rhea’s brows drew together. “Then what is it?”

  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   Restless

    The chariot's golden wheels screeched to a halt on the worn stone steps of the Nyxorian castle, the sound echoing through the morning air. Rhea stepped down, her movements fluid and effortless, exuding confidence and poise, like a queen descending from her throne. Her cloak, a rich bronze hue that seemed to shimmer and glow in the morning light, billowed behind her like a cloud, and the smile that curved her lips was as polished as the gold clasp at her throat."Lady Rhea," A guard murmured, recognizing her instantly, and bowed low before extending an arm in a gesture of respect, to lead her. “Lady Rhea. Lady Zina is expecting you.”“She should be,” Rhea said, her voice like music, her eyes glinting with amusement, a hint of anticipation that seemed to dance in their depths. "I came as soon as I heard.”The guard's expression remained neutral, but his eyes flicked to hers, a fleeting moment of curiosity crossing his face. He led her through the castle's grand entrance, the doors swing

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