Arrowverse Novels Novels & Stories

The shapes outside turned, flashlight beams swinging wild, and Roman swore, low and harsh, his hand snapping to her arm—holding her back, or holding her up, she couldn’t tell. “Who—” she started, but a crash drowned her out—metal on metal, loud and close. The truck rocked, its hood crumpling as something—someone—slammed into it, hard. The headlights flickered, and in the stutter of light, she saw it—a body, limp, blood streaking the windshield, face hidden in shadow. Roman’s grip tightened, his voice a growl in her ear: “That’s our ‘he.’”

I could hear the bitterness in Robert's voice, he didn't approve of this, but what choice did he have, With my hand tucked behind me, I walked away, not beside anyone but alone. Yesterday, I couldn't remember who I was, today I know who I am, I am Veronica Hall, a sad little girl who was insecure, broken about being abandoned by her parents, but I am also Celestine Baker, an ethnologist who love animals, once a werewolf... Now a hybrid, destined to stop W.C.K.D and Valdomore. I will bring this new world to peace forcing humankind to hunt us no more, I will show them that we are on their side and W.C.K.D is not for the people but against them and they want to evolve by creating new humans. Ju

Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly. "Thatweird_author." she replied, holding the novel up to his eye level. A bestseller mystery- thriller, crime fiction novel with the name written boldly on it 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 -𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. "Barnes books?" Toby asked, a smile rested on his face as Yara looked at him in perplexity.

And by the servants who knew, I guess it’s Taylor. Some things that Asher weren’t told is that his world is literally inside a novel, and that Avery had also died along the way, and was replaced with a being called the red witch. I don’t know the exact date it happened. Was it before I met her or after I met her?

Charlotte was sitting quietly on her bed after the session with Matt. Her conversation with the Beta kept echoing in her head. “Alpha Azraiel is a Trueblood…!” The white wolf is Azraiel…...Azraiel is the white wolf…. She suddenly sat up straight and went to the pile of books beside her closet. The first book was about shifting, so she kept it aside….second was the same…..but the third… There it is…. She picked the third book and opened the index. Moving her index finger down the page she stopped when she found what she was looking for. Quickly flipping to the page number she climbed into her bed and leaned back.

Author’s Note: We’ve officially entered the second part of the book—thank you for staying with me on this journey. As the story progresses, the tone becomes darker and explores more difficult themes. While I will continue to include content warnings at the start of each chapter, please be aware that this section contains more intense and potentially violent material. I encourage you to read with care. Content Warning: Mentions of human trafficking. DAMIEN “The rain isn’t letting up, Prez,” Bones says carefully.

the Omega pleads. Ashley ignores her, instead turning the gun toward Victor. "Gordon, my First Beta, so proud and arrogant. I'm going to do something you couldn't." "Boss?" the Auctioneer hums, all vigor lost. Ariadne feels like she's drowning again, always one step behind. "A Black Wolf only gains his title when he kills his father," Ashley whispers. Victor's eyes widen a fraction. "So what? Are you going to kill me?" Ashley nods. "Just like you killed your father."

The wind howled through the canyon, its voice a hollow whisper against the towering blackened archway. The symbols carved into the stone pulsed like dying embers, the deep red glow sinking into the rock as though the mountain itself bled in slow, agonizing drips. Rael forced himself to stand, his fingers tightening around the book as the last traces of the Hollowed One’s wail faded into silence. His heart pounded against his ribs, the burning sensation in his mind slowly ebbing, but the weight of the encounter remained, pressing against his chest like an unshakable omen.

Zane’s hand stayed firm on my waist, steadying me. “We are leaving,” he said quietly. “This night belongs to us, not them.” I nodded, grateful to escape the tension. We said quick goodbyes to Eleanor and Victoria, then slipped out a side exit where a car waited. The drive to the hotel passed in charged silence. Zane’s fingers traced slow circles on my thigh through the thin fabric of my gown. Every touch sent sparks across my skin. I shifted closer, breathing in his cologne mixed with the faint scent of celebration.

“Atlas, you would let her disrespect me like that? What the hell? She’s a freaking vampire. We were friends long before she came into the picture. I can’t believe this.” He scoffed. I turned to face them resting my elbows and leaning my back against the bar. Arron and Wolfe were on my left side, with Manix, Atlas and Sno on the other. The three wolves darted their eyes between me, Atlas, and Sno. Her back was towards me while Atlas faced me. Even though she stood in front of him, he struggled to pay attention to her as his eyes were locked on me. This was becoming interesting.