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He had a feeling that would learn something important from following her that could get this succubus in quite a bit of trouble. - So you went there, Nadir. And for quite a long while, as I can see. Let's find out why haven't you came back home for the day.- Nathaniel said to himself and followed her scent to the surface. His eyes literally lit up at the thought of his next mission, following, finding out secrets, and bringing fugitives back to the Underworld, and a wide smile appeared on his lips. Nathaniel was in his element now, he was a Fallen Angel made to hunt others. Therefore, he was suitable for the Black Roses ward, whose task was to search for so-called "good souls", that is, peop

“Such as.” “The Sea,” she said quietly. “Fishermen refusing to sail at dawn. Wells filling with saltwater miles inland. Wolves howling at noon without cause.” Kai closed his eyes for half a second. When he opened them, his voice was flat. “Natural disturbances.” “Are they?” Hadrien pressed. “Because they coincide with rumors.” Kai didn’t look at him. “Rumors are not evidence.” “Rumors become movements,” Mave said. “And movements become wars.”

A fragile alliance had been sealed, and the looming threat of war between the southern packs had been averted. Then his voice broke through the soft murmur of the room. “Lady Irwen,” Alpha King Kairos said, rising slowly from his seat at the head of the table. The air shifted again, tension returning—but in a different form. Every gaze followed his, turning toward me. I stood, spine straight, chin lifted, and met the eyes of the most powerful werewolf in existence. Kairos was a force—cloaked in black and gold, radiating command with every breath he took. There was no mistaking the power coiled beneath his stillness, no ignoring the authority in his deep voice. When he spoke, the world seemed

With both men having died along with any of Killian’s allies that remained, there was no one brave enough to say otherwise. The whispers were all around her when Keira returned to the house of assassins, however. Though the rumor of her being Killian’s true killer was one that no sane man or woman would confirm, it nevertheless spread like wildfire. This coupled with her being the only one of her troops to survive the carnage of the day Killian was slain earned Keira the code name of The First Soldier. Other changes came soon thereafter, with a power struggle between Madz and Lilith leading to the dissolution of Absconditus into two cities henceforth to be known as Imperium and Venatores.

"My dearest Ava, The connection between our worlds is growing stronger, and the shadows that bind us are becoming more insistent. I cannot stay away, for the pull of your world is irresistible. You are in danger, my love, and I fear that the Underworld's malevolent forces are closing in on you. The bracelet was a fragile protection, and I have taken it to strengthen its power. Wear it always, and know that I will be watching over you. There are secrets yet to be revealed, and I will return to you when the time is right. Trust in our connection, and know that you are not alone in this perilous journey. Yours, always, Hayden" The note left me with a sense of both comfort and trepidation. The c

He wanted to see for himself if the peace was real. Kai received the message with cautious optimism, a flicker of hope in his heart that he had not felt in weeks. He knew that this meeting could be a turning point, a moment that would define the future of the kingdom. He traveled to the northern territories once more, this time with Darius by his side. The journey was cold and long, the wind biting and the snow falling softly, but Kai's heart was warm with hope. He held Darius's hand as they traveled, drawing strength from his mate's steady presence.

Just… choosing survival. And when his fingers brushed Lorenzo’s— the world shifted again. ....,........,... Kai’s fingers barely touched Lorenzo’s hand before he almost pulled back again. It wasn’t comfort. It wasn’t safety. It was instinct screaming at him that this man was still a stranger who had dragged him into a nightmare he didn’t understand. But the footsteps below the stairwell grew louder. Closer. Real. And whatever hesitation Kai had left got swallowed by survival. Lorenzo closed his grip around Kai’s wrist—not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough that escape was no longer an option.

Trigger Warning This book contains numerous controversial subjects that may trigger or upset some readers including detailed scenes of death, violence, sexual content, kidnapping, sexual abuse, war, mentions of abortion, possible miscarriage, cheating, and LGBTQ+ relationships. Viewer discretion advised! *** Frey I've heard of she-wolves that were left to fend for themselves after discovering that they were pregnant.

Vines of shadow, tendrils of void, all rising from the broken edges of the cliff. And behind them—dozens of spirits, glowing faintly. The souls Nihareth had enslaved. Kai inhaled sharply. “That’s… a lot.” “Get ready,” Elias said. Nihareth opened his arms. “Let the end begin.” And the world exploded. Kairis was the first to move. Her hand slammed into the earth—if it could still be called that—and vinefire erupted from the cracks. Living, burning tendrils surged upward, wrapping around the closest godbeast.

I shoved the heavy iron door open, expecting dust, silence. Instead, there was light. Kairos stood in the middle of the vaulted room, a single torch in his hand. No royal cape. No armor. Just him, raw and human, a thick bandage over his shoulder where Kael’s arrow had bitten him. He didn’t jump when I came in. Didn’t even turn. Just stared at the far wall, breath catching in the quiet air.