Night-runners Prologue

Born of Ash and Night She was never meant to exist. Born of wolf and vampire, hidden in ash and blood, she should have died with her parents. Instead, she survived—and grew into something the world doesn’t know how to control. Two princes stand in her path. One bound to her by fate she never chose. One tied to her by a bond that burns hotter the closer they get. As kingdoms fracture and old gods stir, she must decide what she’s willing to burn to claim her future. Because this time, she won’t kneel. Not to fate. Not to crowns. Not to the night itself.

Beware of the Night Alpha. A dangerous shadow, the wraith of vengeance. He is a darkness feared by all, a plague to be avoided, and a river that drowns quicker than a sharp sword cut through the softest surface. Who am I? I am Lady Alenna of House Grewin. A powerful wolf clan known for their nobility and strength. To retain that reputation, my father sorted out the Night Alpha to either take him down or put a tame on him. Little was he informed of the ferocious beast he hunts. Now the Night Alpha has come for my people in retaliation for my father’s hunt. He is to slaughter us all if the moon hadn’t intervened and cast me the fated half of the bastard. I’ve always been a lover of the dark, but something about the darkness he’s made of gives aid to my nightmares. Will I survive? Or is this an end like I’ve predicted?

Astrid’s life ended in blood and betrayal. Her second chance begins in the pages of a book she once read—Blood and Moonlight, a world where ancient vampires and fierce werewolves wage a war older than the moon itself.Reborn in the body of a doomed noble girl whose death will ignite the coming carnage, Astrid must outwit fate itself to survive. Every whispered promise hides a blade, every stolen glance could be a trap, and the line between love and danger is razor-thin.But the deeper she steps into the game of predators, the more she realizes someone here knows the truth about her past life—someone who might be the very killer who ended it.Survival means rewriting the story.Love might mean losing her soul.And in a world ruled by fangs and claws, Astrid will have to decide—Will she be prey… or predator?

Since The Fires of Alira one thousand five hundred years ago, dragons have lived separate from the other races in Midgar. They rarely make contact with others, unless in terms of conflict. Eleonora is the descendant of the dragon sovereign, and will one day assume the throne of the Perilous Horde herself. The horde, despite years of murky conflict, forges an alliance with the human kingdom of Samirya located in the northern region. It is no longer a matter of petty bickering. Now, with the eve of a Great War looming over them, both groups lives depend on a truce. As conflict thickens and land disputes grow increasingly more bitter, the chieftain of the Perilous Horde makes a final desperate move to unite the two worlds: the dragons will send an ambassador to protect the humans capital city of Mimmgar from the oncoming invasion. And who should be that ambassador be but Eleonora? Eleonora just hopes to complete that task quickly so she can return home, but soon finds that the humans are nothing like she expected. Forming an unforeseen connection with the human king, and becoming captivated by a young blacksmith, she begins to question everything she's ever known and learns that her homeland may have some terrible secrets of its own. Book one of A Dragon’s Legacy.

He owns her body. She owns his secret. Only one can break first. From children to lovers. From lovers to people separated by hierarchies and bound by oaths. Daya and Night rule as Alpha and Shadow of the most feared pack in all of Eyriena. But beneath the throne lies a dangerous obsession neither of them can fully escape. "Let me go, Night," I met his gaze, forcing my voice to remain calm despite the urgency rising within me. His hand cradled my cheek with deceptive gentleness, but his grip around my waist was like iron — unmovable. The raw power of a hybrid radiated from him. “No.” His voice was low and commanding. “I’ll say when you can leave. And right now, I need you here.” His lips trailed heat down my neck, my pulse betraying me. His hands slid expertly down, finding the buttons of my shirt. His fingers worked skillfully, undoing them one after another, revealing my bra — barely holding in my full, straining breasts. “Mine," he murmured possessively, eyes locked on the soft mounds rising beneath... As ancient secrets unravel and a deadly curse tightens its hold, Daya must choose either to betray the only man she's ever loved — or lose herself completely to his dark side. In this world, love demands blood.

War is coming, and this time it is more than personal. For generations, the Stormborn lineage has carried one story like a scar, the former Draconis destroyed their empire and left their bloodline in ruins. The Red Alpha grew up on that story. He was raised on it. Fed with it. Every lesson, every battle, every scar carved one belief into him, when the Draconis rises again, it must be put to death. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Because the new Draconis is Lyra. She doesn’t fully understand what she is yet. She only knows she’s being hunted. Villages are being wiped out. Borders are closing. The wolf clan are preparing for open war. The vampire council is divided, each elder with their own hidden agenda. And somewhere deep within the forbidden forests lies a power that could either protect her or expose her. The Red Alpha knows more than he admits. He knows what the last Draconis did. He knows secrets about Lyra’s blood that even she doesn’t know. And he is not just preparing for battle. He is preparing revenge. As the Blood Eclipse approaches, alliances will begin to crack, previous betrayals will surface again, and the truth about the former Draconis will threaten everything. Because this isn’t just history repeating itself. This is unfinished hatred. And when Lyra finally steps into the fire, the world will learn whether she is their salvation... Or the final mistake.