Costa Leona Series 14 Novels & Stories

Lucia says as she twirls her hair and starts to braid it nervously as her hands shake. "Yes, we will find out together. But before we get the spell books, might I suggest we find the location of the luna lily flowers. That is a little more important. No offense, Lucia," Chief Wolfpaw says as he takes the final bite from his rabbit and wipes the meat juice off his chin.

“That would be smart.” I narrowed my eyes. “So we just sit here? Let them grow stronger? Let her grow stronger?” His face changed at the mention of Elena. “This isn’t about your sister…” “Step sister,” I snapped. “Don’t confuse it. And yes, this is about her. She took everything. Ryan, the Luna title… respect. I won’t sit here and watch them win.” Thorne’s expression twitched, irritation creeping in. “I’m not saying we won’t attack. I’m saying we wait and plan and then we strike right.”

The bitterness burned my throat, but it couldn't stop the bile rising in my stomach. Time blurred. Eventually, the wall went silent. The lock clicked. Carter stood in the doorway, a white towel slung low on his hips. Sweat glistened on his chest, mixed with fresh scratch marks. He looked down at me, curled in the corner like a wounded animal. "Breaking down already, Selene? The Bond lasts a full year. How are you going to survive if you're already a wreck?" Chloe appeared behind him, draped in Carter’s black dress shirt, her neck a roadmap of fresh Marks. She let out a jagged laugh. "Carter, don’t tell me you’re going soft on this useless Omega again."

Breathe, Jackson you’ve got this. The nights air is cool against my skin, as I step out taking the view in front of me the moon lighting the night skies casting shadows where the night lights cant reach; Alpha Damien a slightly older man is standing with his Luna in front of the drive way dressed to impress and ready to welcome us with one look at Devon I could tell that our men are in position and ready for instructions. Alpha Damiens eyes catch Mine a hit of curiosity mingling with something more sinister I close the gap between Alpha Damien and I with Devon and Jason flanking me one at my left and the other at my right. “Alpha Jackson, welcome,” Damien greets me, his voice warm, but the g

“I hope you are not thinking of catfishing me. Because, I will mess you up. I swear by the Goddess.” “Easy, Freya. The plan is still on. There is nothing to be wary of. I heard those old Council of Elders are having a meeting on how to find Leo. They are ready to get the Cartel involved. We have to knock them off before they do.” “And what is your plan when you get there?” “What else?” I rested on the backrest of my seat, pulling out a stick of cigar from my pocket. “It’s time to put the old men in their place. I need to shut them up.” Litting my stick, I smoked it.

Andromeda. She stood at the heart of the battlefield, a figure of unyielding power and malice. Her black robes seemed to drink in the light around her, the fabric flowing and shifting as though alive. Her lilac eyes burned with an intensity that made my breath catch, their glow piercing through the thick haze like twin beacons of destruction. Every inch of her radiated an unholy authority, a storm of magic and darkness that warped the air itself.

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.