Library Scene Atonement Novels & Stories

Ronan sustained his typical composure while he displayed excessive tranquility through his actions. Aria faced them from her seat. The room stayed silent. The girl looked dead in color while she needed to hold on to her regular appearance. I took the seat right next to her. Deliberately. She became rigid at the moment I arrived. Good. Selene began to speak by clapping her hands softly. “Today we need to finalize the venue and guest list and food preferences which we will decide later. Ronan responded by saying, “I will take care of venue booking after we reach agreement about which location to use.

A few students stumbled backward. The Sanctum didn’t just accept him. It roared. A wind slammed outward—not wind, magic—and all the sconces flickered to near-darkness. For a heartbeat, the ballroom was lit only by Atlas himself, standing before the Sanctum, wrapped in its molten storm. Power rippled from him in waves—not decorative, not symbolic—real. Primal. The kind that made Alphas kneel. The kind that made the gods look twice. Atlas Blackwood turned from the Sanctum.

Laila pants and so do I, watching, waiting for something new horrible fate to befall my friend. But she locks eyes with me and nods, letting me know that she’s okay – that she’s fine. At least for now, we have to proceed with our plan. I snarl, returning my eyes to Death, my hands fisting at my sides as Anton releases my dress and shifts into his usual body, stepping to my side. “It’s fine,” Anton murmurs, drifting a hand down my spine. “It’s fine, June. We have to keep going.” Death grins at Laila, pleased to have her back, before turning again to Orion and Beatrice. “I’m afraid it won’t be the most romantic ceremony,” he says, lifting his hands at his sides. “But we have much to get on wit

The scream worked its way up my throat and across my quivering tongue, infecting the billowing fabric of reality, and alerting the other members of that blasphemous congregation. I screamed until my insides were hot and raw, my vocal cords withering in a flame of my own kindling, and no matter how hard I tried, I could not take my eyes off the festering gray worms writhing and feeding within the thing’s fleshy wound of a face. The last thing I recall before Johnny woke me was the dry hiss of the congregation speaking as one: “Coronate the usurper in the waters of Hali.”

he murmured, his voice steady, though I could feel the tension radiating off him. He squeezed my hand, reassuring me, even as my mind screamed otherwise. The High Chief cleared his throat, his commanding voice cutting through the murmurs. “If there is no mate bond between these two, this ceremony cannot proceed—” Before he could finish, the room suddenly became darker. Gasps echoed around us and breath hitched, my hand clutching Atticus’s. He looked just as confused as I was. What’s going on? The skylight above seemed to glow brighter, the Luna Moon now fully at its apex. The day of light poured through the glass, illuminating the altar where Atticus and I stood. The air shifted, charged wit

Ronan's POV: I sat in the council room, listening as the pack leaders reported another wave of illness—pups dying, wolves growing weak. One of the elders announced quietly that an Atoner would be sacrificed tonight to restore balance. Elder Dominic said, "The reports from the infirmary are worse than yesterday, Alpha." His voice was dry and grated on my nerves. The old man tapped his finger on a map of the Silver-Grip territory. "Three more pups were born still. Two warriors collapsed during training this morning. Their wolves are just fading away."

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

Josiah Maponus walking into the room that we needed to bring my baby girl into. “What’s going on Mr. Baphomet?” “I need you to take a look at my baby girl first. I’m not sure what happen but there is some bleeding on the back of her head that is in need for you to look at. After that I’m going to need you to also take a look at Anthony.” “What happen to him?” “Let’s just say he got his ass handed to him by a small girl.” He chuckle a little as he heads toward my baby girl but then he stops and stares at her as if he sees a ghost.

“And so am I.” Aiden stepped forward, battered and bloodied but still standing tall. His mark pulsed with faint light, and his blue eyes held a mixture of sorrow and awe as they fell on Iris. “It’s over,” he said softly. “You did it.” But Iris shook her head, her golden and obsidian eyes glowing brighter than the moon above. “No, Aiden. It isn’t over—not yet.” --- Scene 1: The Call of Ascension

Pointing at us, he stuttered, "Y-You're... You're saying Katherine is your fiancée? This has to be a lie. You're both tricking me." At that moment, the host of the party came out to greet Davin. "Mr. Slade, Ms. Leigh, welcome. Please, come inside." Tanner approached to speak again, but security personnel blocked him. His face turned ashen as he stood there and watched us walk away.