Foundryside Series Novels & Stories

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

The Wolf Behind Bold Eyes The Crescent Pack gates loomed against the horizon, tall iron spires gilded in the glow of the setting sun. Evandra sat in the back seat of the SUV, her head tilted against the window as the rolling green hills gave way to the stark lines of Balor’s territory. The land itself carried his mark—strong, structured, and unwavering, yet there was a shadow here, a weight that clung to the air thicker than mist. She shivered despite the late summer warmth, Sage stirring uneasily inside her chest.

Alexei The Foundry is a bodyguard’s nightmare wrapped in iron and steam. It sits on the eastern edge of the lower district, a sprawling, blackened cathedral of industry where Silvercrest turns raw ore into plowshares, horseshoes, and weapons. As we ride through the wide gates, the first thing that hits me is the noise. It is a rhythmic, deafening cacophony. The crash of drop hammers, the hiss of quenching troughs, the roar of the blast furnaces. It makes communication impossible. It masks the sound of footsteps. It masks the sound of a bowstring being drawn.

It was the one place Julian would never think to look, as it seemed too obvious and too foolish. To the left, behind the third dryer, there was a panel that looked bolted. A slim metal case waiting in the gap. Eleven files. Enough dirt to drag every rich family that ever paid the Forge to bury their messes straight to hell. We were maybe ten feet away when the lights cut out completely. The emergency red lights flickered on, washing the whole place in a sick glow. Julian's voice came over the intercom, smooth and almost laughing, like he still thought the situation was fun.