Author Amulet Novels & Stories

he claims before bowing and walking away. The amulet vibrates on the dark, damp floor of the dungeon with ebbing magic. The growls and hissing of the hydralith, however, still echoes in my ears. Prince Rasmus studies the amulet with disdain before he picks it up with his free hand, the other clutching the Merilure. No matter how many times I see it happen before my eyes, it’ll still shock me how such a humongous beast can be trapped within a crystal. Magic is certainly incredible. And dangerous.

When she spoke, her voice layered with Genevieve's familiar venom: "Mother says hello, little sister." The paralyzed Lumen warriors began to twitch. Their eyes flooded black as one by one, they rose, no longer wolves, but puppets of shadow and flesh, their movements synchronized like marionettes on invisible strings. Eric's claws unsheathed with a sound like ringing steel. "The amulet. It's not just a key, it's an instrument. Use it now." The fused metal burned icy hot against my sternum. I didn't know how to wield it, didn't understand,

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

He teased, rolling the long sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows as he took the chair beside me. “Well, then enlighten me. How do I get the damn door to shut?” “You won’t close the door by straining yourself, or by forcing your magic. It’s yours, Rachel. The amulet is a relic that enhances and focuses it. There isn’t a step-by-step guide, it’s instinctual. You’re just not letting yourself feel it.” The understanding in his voice made my witty reply fade on my tongue.

“This is something I need to do alone. Just give me the amulet.” The other guard wanted to protest, but when he saw the glint in my crimson eyes, a sign that one wrong move from him could bring my Lycan to the fore, he sighed. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, silver amulet. It was a small metal piece, with countless runes etched into the surface. This was the only thing that could unlock her cell—an enchanted piece of silver imbued with magic strong enough to contain even her. Only the Moon Goddess knew where my dad got this from.

I swallowed my tears, forcing myself to look away from the crimson imprint that now stained Amanda's neck. "Well, Ella, you've seen it for yourself," Amanda said with a mocking smile. "Kelvin marked me just now, and this mark symbolizes his love for me. Only a Luna deserves such a mark. Our bond grows stronger by the day—only the Moon Goddess herself could break it." Then she let out a loud, scornful laugh that echoed in the air. Kelvin stepped forward and added coldly, "Don't bother me with meaningless things anymore. As for the moonstone ring—give it to Amanda. Only the Luna of the pack has the right to wear it."

"Yes. She's always kept a close eye on the Klains. She couldn't have Endymion, so she wanted Nicholas as his replacement. As her mate." My wolf stirred beneath the surface. Selene had wanted to take Nicholas one way or the other, and as much as it pained me, she had won. My wolf bared its teeth. No. Nicholas was ours. We'd find a way. "After William told me what happened at Crescent Moon when Nicholas was taken, I've come to a conclusion. The Moon Goddess was using Felix as a decoy while she created the Elixir herself. The one that would break the seal on Endymion."

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Why did I love Gale this much. His eyes, his hair and cologne, no I have this minute, I just have to get out of here quick. I tried to wiggle out of his tight grip but my efforts seemed in vain, he was far much more stronger than me. "Let me go " I whispered but it felt like he wasn't listening, he soon turned me around. And I was looking up at him, "Amelia I can... I.. " I wasn't listening anymore, my eyes drifting to the woman that stood behind him with a bedsheets wrapped around her body.

Still holding her father’s head in her arms, she glanced up at the opened window and saw the gleaming silver moon hanging in the sky. Her heart pounded so loud, it's as if it started pumping blood through her veins. Amara looked at the full moon intently. She knew it was triggering something within her body as the heat she tried to ignore became more evident and uncontrollable. Out of the blue, a strong wind shoves another head that rolled on the floor towards her. When she glanced at it, her pupils dilated... It was from her beloved warrior.