Author Pov Novels & Stories

Three Weeks Ago Author's Pov "First thing's first." Xel hits a stick above the edge of the table, like a Teacher warning their noisy students to pay attention. But for this specific scenario, his brother Zale, is the only one present. And he isn't even making any noises.

The man was stunned and looked excited. "Okay okay, what's that?" They left the bookstore and walked to the mall at the same time. Victor took the book out of his bag. "This one, philosophical poetry about hmm... I won't say first." He promised and handed over the book. "Why don't you say?" The woman even looked at the book. "The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho? Wait, he's the writer of Veronika Decides to Die, isn't he? This is my brother's favorite author," voice from Maria.

He was reclaiming his empire one punch and gunshot at a time. Then, he saw me. Across the expanse of the concrete pier, his green eyes locked onto mine. For a fraction of a second, the warrior vanished, and the man who called me Malenkaya took his place. That second was all Viktor needed. Viktor, a man who looked like a vulture in a tailored suit, lunged from the shadows. He caught Ivan with a heavy blow to the back of the knees, sending the giant to the ground. My hands flew to my mouth, a sob catching in my throat as I watched the most powerful man I knew crumble onto the cold pavement.

POV: KAI The press box smells like musty coffee and old popcorn. I sit in the back row, laptop balanced on my knees, hoodie zipped to my chin. The collar still hides most of the mark, but I feel it every time I swallow. Like a reminder I can't delete. Game starts fast. Puck drops. The crowd roars. I type without looking down much—habit now. The Ice Hawks are up early, but it's not the score I'm watching.

“A woman who has chosen hiding rather than family, you came to play the good guy?” “No.” I tilted my head. “I came to warn you.” His wolf bristled. “About what?” “You’re playing a cold game,” I whispered, stopping his wolf with a flick of my finger. “And you’re losing. You are just failing to see it.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating even for them. Lorenzo’s voice dropped, dangerous. “To who?” “Xavier Blackthorn.” I locked eyes with him. “And Valerie. The Luna you’re underestimating more than anyone. The weak pawn that you think you can play.”

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Jarrold’s gaze was unnervingly calm. "How much?" "Eighty thousand," I said without missing a beat. "It's for my family's debts. I'll pay you back. I promise." I wasn't lying. In my past life, I'd have rather worked three jobs than ask him for a cent, clinging to some foolish pride. How pathetic. A smart woman keeps her eyes on the prize, not her heart. Jarrold fell silent, his expression an unreadable mask. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Using vessels if needed and doing his job behind the scenes. Mere mortals but acknowledged by the gods. Humans are interesting creatures. Fiel's object of love and Thade's root of despair. No wonder thy keeper, Omni is fond of you. "Cirro to Emett. Still there?" Ava snaps her fingers in front of him-her sass on full display. He was brought back to his senses when he heard the name of his domain. A genuine smile curved his face. Followed by his right brow raising. "For a skeptic, you are well informed huh?"