Ankha Novels & Stories

Beaming. "I'm swooning over you guys." Angela chirped fist bumping Lennox. She let out a low warning growl when Hunter flicked her forehead for fun and it f*cking hurt. "Wanna die?" She gritted as his brows shot up. "The f*ck you teaching her?" Hunter glared at Lennox who seemed indifferent and was focused on his gorgeous wife conversing with Silvia, Emma, Aurora, and Catherine. Draken stood among Xander and Azure.

Harry and I decided to sit on the sand and just stared at the sea which looked absolutely calm under this dim lit beach having the full moon only giving us light from above us. “You have to show me your tattoo on your ankles.” I begged. Harry chuckles, “Very persistent. One sec.” He pulled out his phone and turned on his flashlight before focusing the light to his left foot. He begins to show me the outer side of his left ankle which said “BLUE” and then to the inner side of this left ankle which said “MOCKINGBIRD”. I gaped.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Chapter 23 It was 6:45, and I was dressed in my Sabyasachi Anarkali, with my jewelry; since it was a traditional affair, I had parted my hair and rolled it into a sleek bun with a white jasmine flower string abound it, a little red dot around a crystal stone on my forehead called a bindi( worn at the center the forehead between the starting point of both the eyebrows) and Kept my makeup minimum with smokey eyes popping my eyes and nude lipstick. I wore my embellished Amina Muaddi stilettoes, and I was done; the red and gold were a contrast to my porcelain skin.

A ceremony that was held in the borders of SeaHowl and MoonLight Packs—a symbol for a united pack. Hana stood at the edge of the ceremony circle, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and exhilaration. Her gown, spun from silken fabric that shimmered like the night sky, flowed around her like a dream. Intricate patterns of wolves and moons were embroidered in silver thread along the hem, a tribute to her lineage and power. Her long hair was adorned with a delicate crown of woven flowers, their soft fragrance mingling with the crisp scent of the forest.

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

Hema stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the long white Anarkali that flowed gracefully around her. The soft fabric hugged her waist before flaring out, the delicate embroidery adding an ethereal touch. Her wavy hair cascaded down her back in free-flowing waves, and she had draped a light pink shawl over one shoulder. The simplicity of her look made her seem even more radiant—like a vision pulled straight out of a dream. She traced her fingers lightly along the side of her neck, taking a deep breath. She’s spending Holi after 3 years.

This would end tonight. Jaiyana crouched low on Shan’s back, white tiger muscles coiled beneath her like steel springs. Her heart beat in perfect synchrony with his, every instinct honed to a single purpose: defeat Maximus. The Chakram of Indra spun at her side, a silver wheel of fire ready to sever anything in its path. The Vajra Spear crackled with lightning, humming with power to pierce and shatter even the strongest enchantments. And the Trident of Varuna gleamed in the moonlight, its three prongs capable of pinning, piercing, and controlling the colossal demon before them.

She paused, taking a deep breath before dropping the final bombshell that would change the entire dynamic of their game. "Brahma Angkara."

“Anaya!!!” Her name echoed through the house as her dad pounded up the stairs, her 4 brothers mirroring him. She had locked herself in her room not to hide from her father but to avoid the damning fate that awaited her outside those doors. “Anaya,” her father’s voice boomed once more, then the pounding on her door came. It shook violently as her father continued to bang repetitively. “Anaya, if I call your name one more time, there will be hell to pay.”