Clannad Novels & Stories

I can’t lose you know. We all sprint to the Proposal woods. I reduce my speed, and the pack does as well. Reaching the end of the cliff. We stare down. I let out a howl, and the pack follows. We see the Volatile pack staring at the mountains, looking straight at us. The Volatile pack howls as well to declare war. I see one of their pack members running towards their outlook tower. Triggering the siren, another pack has come to their land to warn the rest of the pack.

Liam's face reddened with a mixture of anger and impatience. He shouted at him daringly. “Speak, then. Explain yourself.” Eskaal took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what comes next. “Clara and I share a connection that predates your daughter's involvement, as you know I was supposed to marry her and not Meagia. It is our mate bond that has been woven through centuries, one that is beyond the bounds of ordinary relationships.”

As the moon bathed them in its silvery light, the star-crossed lovers ventured into the unknown, bound by a shared destiny that would unfold far beyond the confines of the clans they left behind. Beyond the boundaries of the familiar, Seraphina and Adrian embarked on a journey into the uncharted territories of the outside world. The moonlit night, once their secret haven, now witnessed their footsteps as they navigated the challenges that lay ahead. The world beyond the clans' influence became a testing ground for their love, each step a defiance against the constraints that had bound them for far too long.

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

The battlefield, which had been silent just moments before, now trembled with the weight of an impending war. "Now," Cora whispered under her breath, the words full of promise and bloodlust. "Let it begin." The battlefield was a war-torn symphony of chaos and bloodshed. The clash of swords, the roar of battle cries, and the heavy thud of bodies hitting the ground echoed through the air as the three clans engaged in a merciless struggle. It was clear—Cora’s clan was out for dominance, and they were pitted against the combined forces of Norwan’s and Natalie’s clans. The odds were staggering, but it wasn’t just about numbers—it was about strategy. And in this moment, Cora’s clan seemed to have

And he knows I won’t leave. Zayn's smile doesn't falter, but he reaches out for the untouched drink that was placed in front of him and he starts to swirl it around as he says, “She had green eyes. They sparkled wherever she went. She shone. She was rare. A true orohëk. But marrying the wrong man when you are a woman… well, it never ends well, does it?”

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

I held the book beneath the lantern's glow and carefully opened it. Most of the pages were useless. Burned edges. Missing corners. Ink blurred beyond recognition. But enough remained to make me keep reading. Names. Dates. Reigns. One Alpha King after another. Some sections lasted pages. Others ended abruptly. I turned another brittle sheet. ...the nine clans... My hand stopped. Nine? I read it again. ...the nine clans... There were three. Veilborn. Ironfang. Moonshadow. There had always been three. Hadn't there?

Vera had never even seen the border. Undermining clan unity. I almost laughed. He was the one doing that. Footsteps on the staircase. I looked up. Raven was coming down from the upper floor in traveling clothes. At his collar, a brooch I had never seen before, with an engraved vine. His old brooch had been the Ashford clan crest, cast in black iron, simple and worn. He had worn it for as long as I had known him. I had chosen it myself, commissioned a smith to make it.