Isla Lightlark Novels & Stories

The Wolves' Territory Sunday, July 9th 09:27 I'LL SHOW, BUT DON'T TELL "Men break too." "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Isabella shouted as she walked toward Lani, who was dismounting Scar's motorcycle. Lani had a huge urge to roll her eyes yet she stopped herself, she was respectful toward Isabella as she was her motherly figure, "I was out, Isa, I'm sorry if I scared you..." Lani compromised as she neared Isabella.

“Isla’s army.” Lilith swore. “She’s still connected to the Echo. She tracked us.” Ivy stepped forward, fists clenched. “I won’t run.” Mira handed her a dagger. “Then fight.” --- Outside the Archives The sky was red. Isla stood on a floating rock, hair wild, eyes glowing again. “You took them from me,” she said. “You were only a vessel,” Ivy said coldly. “But I felt them!” Isla screamed. “And they liked me more!”

Isla The first thing I noticed when I walked into Horizon Outreach that Monday morning was the way sunlight spilled across the reception desk, glinting off the brass plaque that bore my name: Isla Hart – Supervisor. My chest lifted instinctively. I had earned this. I had clawed my way here with my own hands, my own determination, my own stubborn insistence that Sophie and I deserved better.

Someone says loudly, busting through the doors of the room, and Luna Lauren immediately disentangles from me, marching towards the person. It takes me a while to gather myself together before I stand up from the ground shakily. "Luna Lauren, Isla is a member of your pack. You can't treat her like that." My savior, Beta Oliver, says in my defense: "This mutt you're trying to save poisoned my meal." Luna Lauren says, and my jaw drops at the same time Beta Oliver gasps aloud. "Isla isn't capable of such. Luna, you must be mistaken—" "Are you trying to say that I'm a liar?" Luna Lauren cuts off Oliver's sentence harshly.

The next day, I was scrolling through my phone when I came across Isabella’s Instagram. Her latest post was a photo of her and Marcus in the medical lab, their heads bent together as they studied a computer screen, engrossed in conversation. Beneath the picture, Isabella had written: "Exploring the clinical applications of Moonlight Therapy with Marcus. This revolutionary research is going to change the future of lycan medicine! Thank you to my brilliant research partner for his unwavering support. #MoonlightTherapy #LunaMedicalAwardHereICome"

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

I feel Andrei's hold on me tighten when the man takes a glance at me for a few more seconds than he should have. The man extends his arm toward me and smiles softly. "I'm Barret Petrova." I reach out as well and shake his hand. "I am Skylar." Before I can pull out of the hand shake he pulls my hand to his lips a plants a gentle kiss on the back of my hand. Then he releases his grasp slowly and takes a step back.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

"Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company." "I'll come ready with my full commitment, and two of Eric's key clients. Is that enough? I can bring more if needed." A deep voice answered. "What do you want in return?" "I have no home and not a single penny to my name." "Alright. Come to my place."