Desolate Era Novels & Stories

Valerie Tanner tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear as she stared up at the apartment building. He really expects me to live here? The whole thing could collapse at any moment. The structure held an ancient air to it, as if someone had forgotten it needed demolished decades ago. The red brick building held a rusty fire escape on the east side, which seemed to be barely hanging on, and it appeared as if no one had washed several of the windows since they first erected the building, probably in the 1800s by the style of it. Time had stained the concrete steps leading up to the front door with mildew and cigarette butts, and what landscape existed around the building seemed withered

What if I can't keep Freya in control? "I will stay calm, I promise." Freya states, making me calm down a little. "I will only take control if I feel the need, so do not worry." I take a deep breath, trusting her completley. I throw the blanket off and stand up slowly. I make my way to the door to the left and open it to find a very pretty, but simple bathroom. I find a clean towel under the sink and put it on the towel rack. I strip out of the shirt, noticing I have no underwear on. I feel my face blush. I turn to the shower, turning it on, letting it warm before I step in. I start by washing my hair, using the products I found in the shower, then scrubbing my body clean. I stand under the

loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin. He was the Alpha King. The ruler of thirteen packs, each bound by blood and oath. His name struck terror across realms. He commanded armies, decided fates, shaped destinies. But none of it mattered. Not anymore. Not since she never came. His mate. The one promised by the Moon Goddess herself—ethereal, fierce, the missing piece of his soul. She was out there. Or so he had believed. For years, centuries, he had searched, through battlefields and banquets, through whispers and seer’s riddles, clinging to the thread of prophecy that one day, she would come.

I would never be able to thank him. After ten more minutes of driving, we arrived at a desolate estate. When we drove out, I hadn't really listened for a bustling street, but returning here made me realize there was no sound in the streets. Despite how commercial the street looked, there was no one walking along it. No business was open. It reminded me of my own estate, except our desolation wasn't this stark. Then the huge billboard told me everything I needed to know. 'Justiff Era' These men weren't just any mafia conglomerate, governed by a devil. I adjusted myself in my seat. The Justiff Era was owned by the Devil himself.

Odessa says from the side of me. I turn and look at her. I know she is right. “This will end badly. What have you seen?” I ask her and she turns to look at me. “Death. The land and sea will bleed. If we don’t stop them. Her capture was just the beginning. It is personal. Asteria doing this was in retaliation, but it goes much deeper. I saw this over twenty years ago. A child born of land and sea will unite the shifters. If war happens, the shifters will be killed. The gods can’t intervene. The wheel is turning. Asterias people were the first to be massacred.” I look at her as she wipes her tears away.

I know that our beliefs lead us to think that when we pass on, our wolves run free in the fields and forests of the Moon Goddess under her watchful eyes, but it was hard not to fear the what-ifs at the idea of not being able to do that again with Elliot and his wolf. Tears gathered instantly and fell unstopping as I stood there feeling lost, my limbs heavy as though they had been tied down with lead weights. Depression settled deep in the roots of every thought and memory that I had. This megalomaniac had tainted everything that I had experienced with my friends, family and pack members and nothing was ever going to be the same again. Mates howled, cried and fought to stay with each other, w

“But not from any recorded settlement.” Selene stepped closer, her expression tightening as she studied the faint energetic traces left behind by the pulse. “That region was erased from convergence records centuries ago.” “Erased?” Ronan echoed. Selene nodded. “Not abandoned. Erased. There’s a difference.” The word carried weight none of them ignored. Aria stepped forward slowly. “What was there?” Selene hesitated before answering. “The Second Sanctum.” Silence spread through the chamber. Even Kael stopped moving.

Without it, she meant nothing to him. Evelina's expression did not change. "That choice is no longer yours." With a small motion of her hand, she gave the order. "Exile them to the Wastelands. They are never to set foot in any pack again." Everyone knew what that meant. The Wastelands were a dead stretch of land in Northmere, barren and merciless. No shelter. No law. No mercy. Wolves sent there rarely survived. The Gamma warriors stepped forward and dragged Seris and Dorian away. One was broken in mind, the other shrieking in panic, but neither could resist.

I kept my eyes on the blades as they kept spinning round and round without any other purpose. I began to wonder, is my life like that? Is that what Adam and I have become? Fan blades that only exist to do our relative's bidding? They only call us when they need us to do something that'll benefit them. Like two years ago when Adam and I were sixteen, they called us down to their place to sign some papers regarding our parents' assets. They wanted us to sign over some of the properties they had just found out about that were located on another continent entirely. From what I remember, my parents bought that land to build a cabin for us. It was supposed to be a place we could run to and hide wh

Lost in an unknown world. All of a sudden, there was a loud clamor and the sounds died. It followed a huge wave of silence hitting her from all directions. The whole area around her looked as if time had stopped at that land. Amaya stopped at that point and took a deep breath. She was confused and started to lose her confidence lethargically.