Briar U Series Novels & Stories

And I hated just how natural command looked on him, and how much I understood why they obeyed. My hand found a spine I had not meant to touch. The Lunar Trials: Forgotten Queens of the Northern Packs. I read the title twice before my fingers closed around the book. Forgotten queens. The word lodged in my throat like a promise. The cover was heavy, dark blue leather, silver faded to pewter. When I opened it the scent of old paper rose up, dust and ink and something older. I found myself getting lost as I stared at the page for a second, and it was then that I genuinely forgot that I was in the Alpha’s office at all.

I urged. Sitting back calmly as I watched Briar walk up to the projector to present their design. The confidence she radiates has everyone looking attentive. She moved gracefully and it had me flashing back to the person she was a few years ago. Briar is quite clumsy and it always amused me that she just couldn’t keep herself together. It is why whenever we went to public functions I held onto her hand to keep her steady. I never acted like that was the reason. My chest tightened when she said something and exchanged a look with Liam. She had a small smile on her face before getting back to the moodboard. I shouldn’t be surprised they have a coded means of communication, since they have a ch

“You’ve been off radar for years, Avi. No one’s supposed to know you’re here. I cast the concealment myself.” “I know,” I said, shrugging. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence.” Briar rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and I’m a vegetarian.” Before I could respond, a sharp sound cracked through the air—a howl. It wasn’t close, but it was enough to send a shiver down my spine. We both froze. Another howl followed, closer this time. Angry. Hunting. “Tell me that wasn’t what I think it was,” I whispered. Briar didn’t answer immediately. Her expression turned deadly serious. “Wolves.”

Derrick teased huskily. "I-I know you b-believed I was-was someone el-else," Briar gasped in embarrassment as she snapped out of her thoughts. She remembered how his mistress looked at her in disgust. She was beautiful and... Briar wasn't on the same tier or even her sister's tier. "You-You couldn't poss-possibly want m-me." "What do you mean?" Only confusion and a hint of anger colored his tone, causing her break out of her throughts.

Brian's POV. I have lost count since Wilson had injured my Millie and had vanished. But as far as I could tell hew as no where near the castle. And I was running low on human meat. I needed more. I would have to go hunting. I would have to leave Millie alone for a while but not for long. I got dressed since it was still snowing outside. I tucked Millie into bed and locked the door so she could be safe. She hasn't been feeling well but her leg was getting better. So I kissed on her on the forehead and headed out to hunt with my gun. I walked for a while before seeing ome human tracks in the snow. With my gun ready at hand I followed them. Before finding a man who was just wondering aroudn in

they do come from the same timeline and cross into each other :) The reading order is as follows; Timber Alpha, Mated to Brianna, Mylo (Add to length of Timber Alpha), Alpha Heirs (coming in fall) Find my group on F******k for updates, general discussions, and reading orders. I'd love to see who you all picture for the characters, hear who you love, who you hate, and who you love to hate! I'm always interested in feedback so I can help my books continue to be what you truly love to read. "GoodNovel - Marie Night - Readers"

THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE The hum of machinery filled the Bratva’s underground tech center. Dozens of monitors flashed streams of encrypted data, maps, and flight paths. The tension was suffocating. Mikhail stood at the center, hands clasped behind his back, eyes sharp and unblinking as he watched his team work. Alexei leaned over a hacker’s shoulder, his patience thinning. Adrian sat nearby, silent, trying to act composed but his mind wasn’t on the screens. It was on Natalia.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Mary had sat down at the kitchen table and was going through a stack of household receipts. Briar went to the freezer. She wrapped some ice in a dish towel and took the small tin of arnica cream from the first aid cabinet above the sink. She put both on the table in front of Mary. Mary looked at them. She looked at Briar. "I didn't ask for those," she said. "I know," Briar said. "But your sleeve is down and it's warm in here and you're sitting funny, like your ribs hurt." She paused. "My mama used to sit like that sometimes."

Her body accepted his nearness as something that belonged. Briar noticed, of course. She noticed everything. But she said nothing, content to walk between them, laughter easy, presence warm. As they drew closer to Astarte, her excitement grew brighter, more visible, though it was threaded now with something quieter — a tightening behind her smile, a hesitation that surfaced when she thought neither of them were watching. One evening, as the hills began to rise and the air sharpened, Briar broke the silence. “When we reach the city,” she said lightly, “things are going to get… complicated.”