Caster Medea Novels & Stories

But beneath it, something else shifted. Understanding, bitter, and necessary. Maddox had seen Alaric give her a name. He had seen the effect. Not seduction. Not betrayal. Relief. And that frightened him more than flirtation would have. Because jealousy could not win Rhea. Possession could not win her. Commands could not hold a woman who had survived being erased. Respect might. Maddox exhaled slowly. “He called you Lady Moonmere.” Rhea’s throat tightened despite herself. “Yes.”

I’ll be safe in the hospital? “There’s no life threatening—” “Are you sure? Just do what I tell you and don’t waste time standing here,” he said coldly. I clenched my jaw and was about to say something when some huge wolf attacked Gray! “Run away from here, Mr. Madrigal!” Gray shouted. I was so surprised that I didn’t move an inch while Gray transformed himself into one and fight back the wolf he attacked. Don’t tell me…Carlos is back to…attack Cristine and me? Then, where the hell is Cristine?!

I murmured quietly, leaning closer so only she could hear. June let out a shaky sigh as I accepted the cup. The heat seeped into my palms, almost burning, but I raised it anyway. The liquid slid down my throat in a sharp rush, bitter as crushed leaves, leaving fire in my chest as it burned its way down. A few minutes later, Medea had us standing outside looking at the trees. It was already approaching winter, so I felt a little bit of cold as her hands folded neatly behind her back. “The Facebearer,” she said at last, her eyes narrowing. “She carries the faces of the dead slaves…like a curse.”

The room was dimly lit, the flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the walls. She clutched her hands into fists, trembling with determination. Meagia continued yelling with desperation. “Kaldir! You heartless tyrant! Give me back my child! She is not yours!” Her voice reverberated through the room, echoing the pain that has consumed her since the moment Kaldir had taken her precious child away. Meagia’s tears streaming down her face. “You have taken everything from me! My love, my happiness...but you won't take my child!” Meagia's voice quivered with a mixture of rage and sorrow as she stared at the empty cradle where her child once laid.

He looked at me with concern. “There’s more to this curse and prophecy than that! Once every Blue Blood Moon a Dark Hearted Wolf and a Pure Hearted Wolf are mated. The Dark Hearted Wolf is obviously always the Dark Wolf cursed Greyback son.” He looked at me again. “This year the Blue Blood Moon rises again and I have been mated to Azura, the Pure Hearted Wolf.” “If she cannot help me control my Dark Wolf she will die giving birth to our first born son just as my mother did and every other has in the past. If she does help me great power is awarded.”

“Aren’t you afraid of a werewolf attacking you?” That question echoed in her mind. She gazed out at the dark expanse of trees before her. The crescent moon cast a faint light, and in the distance, Maera could vaguely see a tall-towered castle that she knew belonged to the Drenvarr family. "Werewolves?" she murmured, smiling and shaking her head. Maera climbed into bed and chose to rest her weary body. "It’s time." A deep voice made Maera open her eyes. Her body felt utterly crushed, and as she tried to move, a sharp pain like being stabbed by a thousand needles shot through her.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

Lucinda interrupted, raising her hand in the air. "I don't want to hear it! Get out!" Lucinda declared, pointing at the door. "I said get out now!" she snapped. Medusa pursed her lips, clutching her book before stepping down from the bed. "Alright, I will leave, my queen. I will be outside if you need me," Medusa said with a sad expression, bowing slightly before walking towards the door. Lucinda glared at her, watching her leave. She shook her head, wiped her tears, and lay on the bed.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

Back at the Jules Pack Werewolves castle, everything else happened slowly as everyone hoped for Alpha Marcus to wake up. The third time that the Seer came to the fourth floor, he left no good impression. When he finished applying the antidote on Alpha Marcus, his face turned gloomy as if he forgot to add a particular ingredient to his antidote. Probably, the special ingredient that could wake him up.