Arrowverse Novels Novels & Stories

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

Ryker said. “It’s the new girl. We don’t know what she is yet as her identity has not been confirmed,” Remus said. New girl? Ryker thought. The only new girl they’ve had is the one in his class. Julianne Ashwynd. What has she got to do with this? “Julianne Ashwynd?” Remus suddenly asked and Ryker turned to him. “That is her name?” Ryker forgot he was in the midst of vampires who can read minds. He clenched his jaw and said, “It’s nothing.”

I have been forgetting a lot of things lately. The bus pulled away from the curb and I closed my eyes hoping to snag a few minutes of sleep. Nick~ Well my life just blew up. Jake had spoken to the Goddess, and she had confirmed Jake and Rachel were mates. Evan’s wolf, Xavier confirmed all of that, as well as the fact that Jake had something surfacing in him that wasn’t all wolf. My mind kept racing back to the hellhound-wolf hybrid from our pack’s supposed history. I had more questions than ever. But at least we had been given some orders. Orders I could do.

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.

That would be a nightmare. We leave the dungeon few minutes later. Aiden and Asher, who came here few days ago after spending time in Blaine's pack, take charge of the Deads, while Angel and I manage our warriors. “Deads – human forms, pack – wolves, since you’re more accustomed to it. You’ll take care of the shifted Undeads, or humans.” My Angel orders as she fastens her harness. She has a lot on her, knives, katanas, a bow, arrows and her favorite dagger that she straps to her thigh. Had it not been for the situation we’re in, I would’ve laughed at her look. Wet hair roughly pulled in a ponytail, my shirt, wrapped in a harness, my boxers and bare legs, with a dagger strapped to her thigh.

"Come back! Daddy come back!" "Come back! Come back!" I wept louder, racing after him as I ran outside, during the heat of the battle and unknowingly collided with an arrow full of fire. The arrow itself, notching itself in the ground, and blowing me back Until...Until... I quickly shot up from the hood of the SUV that we had stolen from Elizabeth's mansion; holding my heart, hastily gasping for breaths as the memory terrorized me again. The tragedy had left me with an unpleasant, unsettling feeling.