Harlequin/silhouette Series Romances Novels & Stories

She stepped closer, her heels clicking, until she was near enough that Cassie could smell her perfume: Crushed berries and smoke, too sweet, too heavy. “Oh, we have plenty to say.” Sienna tilted her head, studying Cassie like she was an interesting specimen. “You’re nothing but a pretty little distraction, Cassie. I’ll give you that. Reggie always did like fresh toys. The gullible new, shiny and eager to please. But toys break, eventually. Or they get boring. And when they do, he comes back to what he knows and is familiar.” Cassie’s heart slammed against her ribs. “He’s not yours anymore.”

The candles had burned low, casting long shadows across the walls. She could still see fragments of her dream—four wolves standing on a hilltop, howling at a blood-red moon. A woman with a mark glowing on her skin. Shadows that moved with purpose, devouring everything in their path. Laura shivered, rubbing her arms. The book beneath her cheek was open to a faded illustration of a woman surrounded by four powerful-looking men. Above them loomed a darkness shaped like a wolf. Her fingers traced the words beneath the picture. "The First Alpha Queen and the Four Great Alphas stood against the Shadow War. Their bonds of blood and soul turned back the darkness..."

Whispering. “We have you now… finally.” The image sharpened slowly. Familiar lines, but aged. A scar beneath the left eye. Black hair, streaked with grey at the temples. A face that lived somewhere deep in my memory, like a half-remembered lullaby. Roi. Older. Worn. Real. He knelt beside me, one hand on my forehead, the other gripping mine as if he feared letting go would break whatever thread tethered me to this new, brutal reality.

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

a silent, wordless exchange between two predators pretending to be civilized. Then the doors opened. ‘Great! the temptress is here.. remind me why we haven’t sent her back to her fathers house yet?’ Zorrack lazily spoke as Lauren glided in. The sound of her heels tapped softly against marble. Her gown was a deep shade of crimson.. deliberate, provocative and as usual she wore confidence like perfume and the murmurs that followed her were exactly what I knew she wanted. ‘Because Zorrack you know why.. don’t add to my anger today.’ I replied him.

I just wanted to arrive, curl into a hotel bed, and shut the world out. But… A small corner of my heart fluttered. Rome. Silas. I hadn’t seen him in over six months, not since Perry dragged me back to America like a trophy he didn’t know what to do with. Silas was my candle in darkness, even though it had been but momentarily. There was mischief in those brown eyes, there was gentleness which looked the bruises that I tried to conceal. I shouldn’t think of him. I was still Perry’s wife. But God, I wanted to.

She stiffened beneath my touch, her defiance sparking to life once more. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head, but her voice was a threadbare protest, weak and hollow. “Yes,” I countered, gripping her wrist and guiding her hand back to its place. “You don’t get to hide from this, Sabrina. You’ll feel everything I want you to feel.” Her body betrayed her again, shivering under my touch, her breaths catching as I alternated between teasing and commanding. I let my hand wander, cruelly slow, amplifying every sensation until her resistance began to crumble.

“A-Aurora… that bitch… she’s back! She’s alive! She called me… she said she came back from hell to haunt us! To haunt us for what we did! I saw her, Richard, I swear! A silhouette, right there in the doorway! She’s back! She’s back!” Her voice rose to a hysterical pitch as she shivered uncontrollably,scanning the shadows for a specter only she could see.

A deep, deafening roar that felt like it came from the depths of hell suddenly echoed through the dungeon. The sound carried warning and lethal intent, along with a dominance rooted deep within one's bloodline. The entire dungeon seemed to tremble from it. The color drained instantly from the guards' faces. Their bodies locked in place as if frozen by a spell. They didn't dare move at all. A massive silhouette slowly emerged from the darkness behind them. It completely blocked the doorway. It was a wolf. A giant wolf. Its fur was black and flawless. It was as if it could absorb every trace of light around it.

He was still wearing that smug, oily smile, but his eyes kept darting to the heavy gold rings on his right hand—the very rings I had seen shrouded in that sickly purple mist of wolfsbane and liquefied silver. My heart was thumping a rhythmic, driving cadence against my ribs, but the panic that used to paralyze me was completely gone. The strange, hidden hum deep within my chest had settled into a steady, vibrating pulse. It was as if my newly discovered love for Silas had unlocked a hidden vault inside my soul, and through the cracks, a bizarre, ancient sight was bleeding into my eyes. I could see the faint, shimmering webs of auras in the room. Silas’s aura was a massive, rolling storm of d