Nesta Archeron Novels & Stories

The motel room filled with cries of the assassins as the siblings along with the beta and omega of ACCM laboratory tortured them. They only allowed two survivors to remain and they were Justin and Laureni. "You are so cute but too arrogant to make a lady happy . Too bad your face will be destroyed" Arenza spoke as she stared at the damage bodies . Jason was taken back by his sister's words. What did she mean by arrogant to make a lady happy and what cuteness is she talking about. He tapped her shoulder and she turned to watch him with narrowed eyes.

"Is my Uncle up?" Mary chuckled softly. "Not yet." Mary replied. "What about Nasa?" "She left for the Arcane early this morning." "Oh, I see." Mary bowed slightly before leaving the chamber. Nyxoria climbed out of bed and headed to her bathing area. After a quick bath, she dressed for the day. Her outfit was practical yet regal, a pair of deep brown leather trousers, well-fitted and rugged but with subtle stitching that hinted at refinement. Her top was a dark leather tunic, soft and worn from use but tailored to suggest her royal status. A small gold crest decorated the high collar. She finished the look with sturdy, knee-high boots laced with threads of gold.

Soon others had come in to join them, and their body guards had their heads together, standing nervously nearby and glancing around at the growing crowd. For the Werewolf, it was considered a compliment to admire the wife of another man, so long as no touching was involved, and that included the royal consorts. Once she got on the machine, Akari kept her eyes only on what she was doing, which was devilishly hard work, and she ignored them all or tried to. She spent the next hour using the weights and the machines and practicing squats in the mirror. Beatrice kept pace with her, for a while, but finally wiped her brow and smiled. “I’ve about had it. Do you want to go for a steam? Looks like V

Abduct an Alpha, but not just any Alpha—Alpha Orion of the North. It was monstrous as it was risky, likely to ignite the very war he was trying to delay. Still, Dr West's research had been clear: the old blood from the North carried markers no test subjects from the other realms showed. Harvesting bone marrow alone produced nothing stable; they needed more—whole, untainted tissue and certain gene sequences that only a direct descendant of the Alpha bloodline of the first Lycans could provide.

“I hope she’s strong because Elio is fire dragon and Lycan. He wasn’t unhappy about the idea of killing those who try to claim him. Now that I’m no longer available, his claims have nearly doubled.” “I’m not surprised. He’s very powerful, a born leader. He would make a good king to Princess Keya.” “He could make you more powerful, too,” Ajax says, testing Nesterin. “I told you, I’m waiting for my mate,” he says, tilting his head and smiling at something behind Ajax and I. I turn and see Aspen trying to act as if she’s casually walking through the forest nearby. “See what I mean?” Nesterin whispers. “That little earth dragon is mine,” he says possessively.

Cassia shared a parting farewell and went home. The next morning Cassia picked up Liliana and met up with the 2 best hunters in the village. Jacolby a mountain of a wildling. Whose appearance resembled an African lion with rich milk chocolate skin tone, and hard muscular body, with wash board abs. He was dreamy looking. His weapon of choice was a spear that he could throw with deadly accuracy.And Nessa a curly haired ginger who resembled a red fox. She had a lean body and nimble movements. Her pointed ears could hear sounds that would rival a vampire’s ability. Her weapon of choice was a sling shot. She was great at hunting small game and birds. Cassia armed with her crossbow and a quiver of

he continued with a gentle tone and slight bow. I sat at the edge of my bed and rested my hand on my knees. He wasn't wrong, it was his job to support and advice me. Feeling frustrated about his take on Lena felt somewhat selfish but he couldn't understand what I was feeling inside, what I wanted them to see even if they were going to stand against it. “She comes from a pack we've been fighting for generations. Alpha Dominic is literally the alpha of her pack. You know how crooked he is, he hates you”

Their armor was crude but efficient, blades strapped to their sides, crossbows leaning against trees. And in the center, bound to a stake, was Nessa. Her small wrists were tied, her mouth gagged, her eyes wide with terror. She trembled violently, her small chest heaving with muffled sobs. Aria’s body nearly broke forward, but Kael’s hand clamped around her wrist again, grounding her. His whisper was low, urgent. “Wait. Rushing will get her killed.” She wanted to tear his hand off, to scream at him that waiting wasn’t an option. But her eyes darted to the archer resting casually by the fire, crossbow angled lazily in Nessa’s direction. One twitch of his finger, and…

Fire raged above, magic detonated in sickening bursts, and the scent of blood—metallic, holy in its thickness—swallowed every breath. Still, the Concord advanced. Tall, obsidian-armored figures strode from the smoke, faces masked behind cold emblems stamped with that same maddening symbol she’d only ever seen in forbidden archives. No battle-cry. No reckless charge. They already knew. One stepped forward, voice carrying with chilling calm. “Nyxara Vale. White Wolf Matriarch. Genetic anomaly. Final correction.” Something inside her shifted. Not a dramatic shatter. A quiet click—a lock sliding open at last.

“I’ve rejected this proposal before. The answer hasn’t changed.” “That was before you rutted with a priestess and created an abomination,” Jonathina said pleasantly. “But I’m willing to overlook your indiscretion if you set aside your whore and mate with me properly. I’ll even spare the bastard child.” Arden was on his feet with his hand around her throat before anyone could blink, lifting her off the ground with claws digging into her skin hard enough to draw blood. “You dare threaten my daughter in my own hall?” She reached into her robes and pulled out a small crystal vial filled with red liquid, holding it up to the light so everyone could see. “This is priestess blood. Care to guess who