Naomi Lord Mythical Creatures Novels & Stories

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Support of such a thing would be untenable, he’d declared, and that had been the end of the matter. But something about it had caught Lily’s attention. The Blood Moon pack had killed her mother over a witch. They were powerful – unstoppable, even, in the right hands. So she had started to research the other magical creatures in Eldda, Some, she’d known about before she’d left Blood Moon: the bowtsrings and the giants and the faelen, though she’d known little beyond the basics she’d been taught at the pack school.

And that hurt worse than if he’d shouted. The woman stepped forward before either of them could speak again. “You’re wasting time.” Kael’s gaze snapped to her. “Start explaining.” Her expression hardened. “There are creatures hunting Lyra that existed long before wolves ruled these lands.” Silence. Damon frowned. “Creatures?” “They call themselves the Veil.” The moment she said the name, every torch in the corridor flickered violently, as if something had exhaled on the flame. Kael noticed. “So they’re real.”

Nathan Nathan sat on the edge of his bed, the stolen wolfskin book heavy in his lap. He hadn’t slept. Hadn’t even tried. The words burned behind his eyelids: Fated bonds transcend species. A wolf may recognize his mate in any form—witch, vampire, even human. The bond is not magic, but instinct. A pull deeper than blood, older than reason. To deny it is to fracture the soul. His fingers traced the jagged illustration of a wolf and witch standing beneath a full moon, their shadows entwined.

Her house is more a museum than a home. “Werewolves are the last supernatural creatures created, did you know?” She walks us to the oversized cushions, sitting down, and I follow suit. “Dragons and fairies are among the oldest beings to exist.” “My clan are descendants of the first.” She smiles, sharing with me her memories. “Created by the great…” And then she delves into a language full of consonants, I couldn’t decipher even if I lived forever. “Sorry, I should probably put it in terms you understand. I guess Chaos would be the most applicable name. He has many names depending on the culture and religion you ask.”

It had been more than a week now in the Crescent stone pack, yes, that was what Naomi called the name of the fantasy land. More than a week of knowing she was the most vulnerable living thing among werewolves. Delilah had found out about the real thing she hadn't known, the real reason those girls always sniffs like dogs all the time and the reason Clyde and his guys got to know what she was saying in her mind. Naomi was a pest to her helpers and families but to Delilah, she was a really helpful friend to her. They would always go for strolls and walks around the large pack house after Delilah was done with her daily chores.

She held an ancient scroll in her hands, parchment crackling as she unrolled it. “I found something,” she announced. “The name Lina heard. Virelith. It’s not just a name—it’s a title.” Evelyn leaned forward. “Go on.” Maera tapped the scroll. “Thousands of years ago, before the packs unified, there were creatures known as Voidsouls. Entities from beyond this world—born from death, shadow, and corrupted magic. Most were defeated by the Moon Goddess’ chosen. But one escaped banishment. It was said to hunger for divine power, seeking to possess wolves who carried the blood of light.”

It was an ancient text on mythological creatures, filled with faded illustrations and cryptic symbols. Flipping through the pages, a familiar image caught my eye – a majestic wolf bathed in moonlight, its fur shimmering with an otherworldly glow. "Moon wolves," I murmured, tracing the faded illustration with a finger. The caption below it read: "Moon Wolf – A creature of immense power, blessed by the moon goddess Luna. Said to possess heightened senses, agility, and the ability to inspire and empower their pack." My heart hammered in my chest. This wasn't just some bedtime story; this was me!

"Fair enough." The brief, absurd moment of lightheartedness faded as quickly as it had arrived. The reality of their situation was a physical weight crushing down on the kingdom. Lady Nyx had not been bluffing. She possessed a legendary dragon, an elite army of shadow beasts, and a terrifyingly specific knowledge regarding the nature of the cosmic seal resting inside Aiden's soul. Killian turned his sharp gaze toward the old healer as the guards began clearing the smoking remains of the shadow beast. "Morwen. How many of those creatures actually exist in the world?"

Was my name Latsyrc? “Wait a minute!” I spoke out loud as another thought struck me. Latsyrc spelled in reverse was Crystal! I smacked my head. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? The answer was always there in my wolf’s name. Hollow Hills was created by Goddess Latsyrc who made the hills out of crystal. She was the Goddess of three realms, born out of the flames of the Underworld–which represented the demon inside me, molded by the lights of heaven—the angelic wolves called me their Luna and given birth by a witch blessed by the Goddess herself to be the surrogate–my mom was a gifted witch who communicated with Selene.