Colder Novels & Stories

She has died for him once already, she just doesn't know it yet. Hyacinth Vaelthorn never wanted a crown, a contract, or a werewolf king who looks at her like she is the most irritating thing he has ever encountered. But when her sister flees the night before the wedding, Hyacinth is pushed forward in her place, sold by her own father, bound to a man who despises everything she is, in a kingdom that would sooner see her dead than seated on its throne. Kael Ashveil has ruled the North with an iron will and a colder heart since he was nineteen. He does not want a wife. He does not want a human. He especially does not want this human; sharp-tongued, defiant, and completely unmoved by the things that make every other living creature in his kingdom step carefully around him. The contract is simple. There should be no affection, no interference, no love. She gives him an heir, the curse breaks, and they part ways. The contract said no love. No one told their souls. Except nothing about Hyacinth is simple, and the visions that have been haunting her since the moment his hand closed around hers are beginning to tell a story she is not sure she is ready to hear, a story of another lifetime, another war, and a choice she made once that cost her everything. She died protecting him, and he never knew. And now she is back, falling into the same orbit, watching the same walls go up around the same man, and wondering if this time, she will be brave enough to make him catch her before she falls. Some curses are not punishments. Some are just doors left open, waiting for you to finally walk through.

Five years ago, I woke up naked beside my husband’s beta, and in that moment, my entire world burned. My mate, Draven, the Alpha of Midnight MC, looked at me like I was filth. He didn’t let me speak. He didn’t believe me. He stripped me of my title, my name, and everything I was, and he banished me. I rebuilt my life from the ashes as a mechanic. A woman learning to live without the bond that once defined her. Until the day he walked back into my life, not Draven, but his estranged stepbrother, Calix. The same man who used to torment me in college just to get under my skin. Cocky, reckless, and infuriatingly charming, the kind of danger that made my heart forget how to beat. He offered me a deal to pretend to be his girlfriend in a three-month biker tournament and he’d rebuild my shattered shop. I should’ve said no. Because when I walked into that tournament, I saw Draven again, he looked colder than I remembered... and standing beside him, heavily pregnant, was my best friend, Lauren, who betrayed me. Now my past and present are colliding in flames. The mate who abandoned me wants me back. The stepbrother who once bullied me wants me. And the lies that ruined my life are unraveling faster than I can breathe. I’m torn between two brothers, one who broke my soul and one who pieced it back together. And I don’t know which one I’m meant to love... or which one will burn me in the end.

"Did you kill him?" The detective asked again."I've already answered you like a thousand times... Yes, he was a monster. Yes, he beat me up a lot but I didn't do it. I didn't kill Jude!" Amanda replied."I'm sorry. I know what it's like to be a victim of abuse and all that, but you need to understand that murder is a serious case too. You'll have to forgive us for asking you continually it's just that you were the closest to him we've got here.""I wasn't. There was someone else he was seeing that knew a lot about him than I ever did," Amanda replied.*******The night was growing colder and the rains seemed to have agitated in full force. Amanda sat on one of the soft leather chairs that squeaked with her every move in the living room with tears in her eyes as she watched the rains drop on the floor forming small pools and waited for Jude to come back. She was worried sick about his whereabouts even though all his presence caused her were pain and more tears. The protruding bump on her stomach, made it quite difficult to move around at ease so she was stuck with calling his busied line while she watched the clock tick its way into the midnight mark.*****A heart rending story told differently. Stronger than Pain captures a dysfunctional Nigerian home where a callous man, beats his wife on a daily basis. Time flies and now he is dead. All the characters have a reason to kill him, but she's their number one suspect. The Question still remains, who pulled the trigger?

“We signed the divorce papers six months ago. Tonight I’m wearing the lingerie he bought me on our honeymoon…and I’m not leaving his penthouse until he remembers why he put a ring on it.” Lila Grant never begged,not when Ethan built his empire on her late-night sketches. Not when he shut her out with silence colder than the marble floors of their Manhattan tomb. Not when she scrawled her signature on the line that severed them. But six months of celibate nights and whiskey-soaked memories have carved her hollow. One look at him across a crowded gala with his new fiancée draped on his arm like a cheap trophy and something primal snaps inside her. She kisses him in front of the cameras. Claims the mouth that once whispered mine against her throat and then she issues the ultimatum that detonates their carefully buried war: Thirty nights. His Hamptons fortress. One bed. No safe words. No surrender. If either of them says the word divorce, the other walks away with everything,money, pride, the last shred of sanity. Ethan never lost until Lila walks back in wearing red silk and the scent of ruin. What begins as a vicious game of who-blinks-first spirals into something darker. Jealousy that tastes like blood on the tongue. Sex that leaves bruises shaped like vows. He wants to punish her for leaving. She wants to burn the memory of his touch out of her skin. Both get exactly what they came for,until the one thing neither planned explodes between them: She’s pregnant. And the man who swore he’d never beg is on his knees

His face said it all—the lone scar running down his cheek, a jagged reminder of a past shrouded in blood and violence. His cold, calculating eyes never left me, watching from the window across the street, tracking my every movement like I was nothing more than prey. He was bad news, the kind of danger that should have sent me running. But there was something about him, something dark, that pulled me in—like a moth drawn to a flame. Faith had no idea what she was getting herself into when she first crossed his path. The warnings were clear, the whispers of a bloodthirsty secret that was supposed to be a myth—until she met him. Now, as she feels the grip of his obsession tighten around her, she can’t escape. He’s not just watching her; he’s consumed by her. She could feel it in the way his eyes lingered, in the way he hovered just out of reach, his presence haunting her every step. She should have run when she had the chance. But now, trapped in his world, there’s no escape. Faith is the light in his suffocating darkness, the one thing that keeps him tethered to the edge of humanity. But the question remains—can he control the monster inside him long enough to keep her safe, or will his hunger consume them both? The flame burns brighter. The danger grows closer. And as the nights grow colder, Faith’s only hope is that he can keep his darkest urges in check. Because if he can’t… she will become the next victim of his insatiable thirst.

Kael Vaelor is the sole survivor of the brutal massacre that wiped out the Silverfang wolf-shifter clan. His parents, his kin, his entire bloodline are slaughtered by Vortigern and his feared organization, the Crimson Shadows. From that night onward, Kael grows up with only one purpose burning in his chest: revenge. Years later, just as Kael finally closes in on Vortigern, fate intervenes in the form of Liora—a kind, beautiful waitress whose warmth and compassion cut through his hardened exterior. Their romance is intense and consuming, filled with passion, stolen nights, and whispered dreams of leaving the past behind. Betrayal strikes from the deepest place—Liora is secretly connected to the Crimson Shadows and played a role in the destruction of the Silverfangs. Overpowered and broken, Kael is beaten without mercy and thrown from a deadly cliff, left for dead. Believing Kael gone forever, Liora is consumed by grief and regret. Months pass in mourning until Dax, a loyal member of the gang who has always admired her, steps in to comfort her. Slowly, he earns her trust and heart, and she begins a new life at his side. Years later, Kael returns. Rescued from the brink of death and trained by a mysterious master, he comes back stronger, colder, and more dangerous than ever—an unstoppable force shaped by pain and survival. The city that once buried him now stands in his shadow. As Kael hunts down the Crimson Shadows, he also seeks answers from the woman who once meant everything to him. What remains between them—love or hatred, forgiveness or destruction—will decide the fate of everyone involved. The last Silverfang has come home… and his revenge is far from over.

My best friend Joanne and I were mated to Beta Shawn and his older brother, Alpha Edwin, on the same day. But three years after our bonds were formed, their childhood sweetheart, Carmen, returned. Both brothers were drawn to her like moths to a flame, and Joanne and I—once their mates—became little more than shadows in their lives. Joanne, unable to endure the cold neglect her mate had shown her, begged me to escape with her—and I agreed. But the night before we were supposed to leave, she leapt from Moonlit Crag and ended her own life. When I called Shawn, her mate, he didn’t believe me. Instead, he scoffed: “Jose, don’t you think this childish little trick is beneath you? Trying to get my attention like this?” When I reached out to Edwin, he only smirked, voice colder than the winds atop that cliff. “Jose, do you really expect me to believe you? You’re just jealous of Carmen. Don’t involve me in her drama anymore. She’s not worth the trouble—and neither are you.” Their indifference shattered what little hope remained. So I severed the bond with Edwin… and left without a word. But when Shawn finally learned the truth, he collapsed at Joanne’s grave, sobbing and begging for forgiveness. And Edwin? He howled into the night, desperation twisting his voice as he roared: “Come back, Jose! I won’t lose my mate—not you too!” But by then, I was already gone. And I had no intention of returning.

"I asked you a question, Olivia," he murmured. "Are you going to see him?" "No," I choked out, the word broken and final. "No, Daddy. I’ll stay. I’ll stay here with you. Just please... please..." "Good girl," he growled, the praise vibrating against my skin. "You finally learned how to beg properly." ———— Chandler Sterling came back bound by a promise—nothing more. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Olivia Perez was never supposed to matter. She was off-limits, untouchable, too young—the daughter of the one man he could never betray. Once, she was just a little girl in the background. Now, she’s grown. Defiant. Reckless in a way that gets under his skin and refuses to leave. And the more he watches her, the more something inside him starts to unravel. It begins with control—stepping in, setting limits, reminding her who she belongs to. But it doesn’t stop there. Because his anger lingers too long when she’s with her boyfriend. The thoughts he’s having were never supposed to exist. On the other hand, Olivia knows something has changed. Chandler isn’t the same man she once admired from a distance. He’s colder now. Harder. Watching her like she’s something he needs to keep in line… or something he’s trying not to take. And maybe she should be afraid of that. Of him. Of the way his control feels less like protection and more like possession. But fear isn’t what she feels. Because the line they’re standing on isn’t just dangerous— it’s already breaking.

Warning: This book contains several dark elements like light bondage, BDSM, Voyeurism and other dark elements not mentioned. Proceed with caution. Not for under 18. Rhiannon has been the perfect wife, the perfect Luna, the perfect everything. But perfection has a price, and Rhiannon is paying it with her life. As her wolf grows weaker and her marriage grows colder, she's forced to confront the truth she's been hiding from herself for years - her forbidden attraction to the one man she should never want. Her husband's uncle. When betrayal strikes at the heart of everything she holds sacred, she finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of power, submission, and revenge. He's older, darker, and everything her dying marriage isn't. He could give her the dominance she craves and the vengeance she deserves. But surrendering to him means crossing a line that could destroy not just her marriage, but her entire world. Some desires should never be awakened. Some men should never be trusted with a broken woman's submission. And some uncles should never be allowed near their nephew's wives. ____________ “Liar.”he whispered, leaning down until his breath ghosted over my lips. "You’re using me to get back at him. You think I don't know?" I stared up at him. “Does it matter? You’re getting what you want, aren't you?" He chuckled wickedly. “Oh! I’m going to own you," he whispered. "Body. Soul. And that little wolf of yours." He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "Now, open your mouth. Or I’ll make you."

Penelope was the girl they broke. Now, she’s the woman who’ll destroy them all. She once thought love would save her. Julian the golden boy of the Callister Pack was supposed to be her forever. But one night shattered everything. Drugged. Humiliated. Framed. Her best friend and her mate betrayed her in the most brutal way imaginable, and the pack she once called home cast her out like filth. Whipped. Starved. Left to rot in the Ashborne Pack dungeons. Her innocence was replaced by something colder and sharper. A year later, the world thinks she’s forgotten. Forgiven. They couldn’t be more wrong. But when her father strikes a deal with Alpha Daemon Callister’s father, Penelope is forced to move into the mansion of her enemy. She swore she’d make Callister pay. Her plan was simple: seduce Alpha Daemon, destroy Callister, and take back everything she lost. Make Callister jealous. Make her watch as she sank her claws into Alpha Daemon, Callister’s father. Cold. Dangerous. Untouchable. She would seduce him. Use him and then walk away, satisfied. But revenge turned into obsession. Not hers. His. Daemon wasn’t supposed to fall. Wasn’t supposed to crave her like a sickness. Now, he watches her every move. Marks her skin with his mouth. Kills any man who dares to look at her twice. He knows about the age gap. But he doesn’t care, he doesn’t just want her love. He wants her submission. Because now that she’s in his bed, he’ll ruin anyone who tries to take her away even if it means destroying his own blood.