Noah Iris Novels & Stories

Iris found herself holding a fancy golden card that a pretty little girl of possibly ten had randomly given her. It read, 'Noon, today, East wing gates. Wear something comfortable. Don't be late!' '~Only Yours, Dom.' And that is how Iris found herself wearing a lovely light green flowy silk dress with palm trees printed on it, a low-cut neckline, and off-shoulder bows. She matched a pair of comfortable green sandals that complemented her sea-green nail polish. She wore tear-drop earrings and tied her hair in a loose comfortable braid that barely made it to her shoulders because of the new haircut she had had before her engagement. She stood waiting before twelve sharp at the assigned gate pr

“Don't remind me, and no. I haven't eaten anything actually. Apparently they are having a big lunch for me here at the pack house. Kind of wish I had a personal food taster on hand.” “Just say the word, Alpha, and I will be there.” Terrell stayed quiet for a moment. A deep sigh left him. “No, let me do the thing. They need to trust me. Something about this other pack is looking for the iris.” “Iris died a long time ago,” Jason responded, confused. “That's what I said, but Gavin insisted that it wasn't her, but THE iris, as he put it. Emphasis on THE.” “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Who are you, and where are you from?” I cleared my throat quietly and replied, “My name is Iris Fairchild, my lord. And I’m from here. I’m from this pack.” “Hmm.” He nodded slowly as he continued to run his eyes over me. “You have a lovely name. Who are your parents?” My heart dropped a bit at the mention of my parents. “Uh…I live with the preacher. My parents left me at his doorstep when I was a baby,” I explained. I broke eye contact with him and stared at my fingers as I played with them gently.

"Look at the tattoo on your chest, Julian. Tell everyone what it means." He instinctively covered his chest, then, as if to prove a point, ripped open his shirt. The iris tattoo was still there, but it had been altered. A high-definition close-up appeared on the screen beside him. Where the heart of the flower should have been… was a small, sharp dagger. The Rosso family crest. A collective gasp swept through the pews. "No… that's not possible…" Julian stared down at his own chest, as if seeing the change for the very first time.

Noah turned around and exclaimed loudly to cover up his emotions, "Wow! I melt. Please hold me." "Nice play. Let's go," Isabella said and opened the back door to place her wings and mask, which she decided to put on later after reaching college. Noah looked at her side face with a soft gaze, carrying affection. In the morning, he told her about his liking, which she found odd. But she didn't know a person could be a goddess just by tying her hair and wearing minimal makeup. Her rosy lips with the mole were like art drawn by a master of the art.

I blink, dazed. “But things happened and now we are here…everything happened that wasn’t meant to, so now it’s time to be transparent because there is no going back now,” Noah breathes. I stare at him blankly. “Noah, none of this is making any sense.” “The special person is you, Abella,” he says grimly. “You’re not just Cian’s mate, you’re mind too.”

“If something happens to Iris—” “He destabilizes. Emotionally. Physically. Maybe even fatally.” A thick silence stretched between them. Then Lia added, “Wren doesn’t want Noah. He wants to *own* Iris. Because she’s the key to controlling Noah. She always was.” Camilla said nothing, but her silence was a scream behind clenched teeth. --- Iris (POV) The nightmare returned. She stood in a field of ash. Noah’s laughter echoed somewhere ahead, but every time she reached out, he disappeared. The sky shimmered like static. She turned—and Wren stood there, Noah’s hand in his.

Until darkness takes her. "Xevanya! Oh, god! Wake up ... please, wake up!" Gladys approached Xevanya was lying on the floor. She tried to wake her up. Her eyes began to tear up when Xevanya didn't open her eyes. Hearing his young sister loud voice made Noah's eyes that had started to return to their original color turn dark blue again. "ZOERA DE LASKA! YOU ARE SO OUTSTANDING!" Noah shouted at Mrs. Zoe. A black mist enveloped Noah's body. His aura was extremely sinister for a teenage wizard. A human-sized sphere-shaped magic power charged towards Madam Zoe.

Ezra chewed on a lollipop stick as he watched the tv screen, sitting on the recliner with his legs swung over one of the chairs arms. "Do you want anything?" Luke shook his head as he gave me a sweet smile. I got up and went to the kitchen, stopping in my tracks when I saw Noah sitting at the island, his back towards me. He leaned over the island, his hands folded in front of him. His back muscles were lightly shown through the white v-neck he was wearing because it hugged his body. I slowly walked over and sat down on the stool beside him. "Hey," Noah looked at me, surprised for a brief moment. He leaned back, "Hey sunshine."

“The purest and strongest of the Crescent’s bloodline. The blood of the Moon Goddess courses through her veins, blood that is far more stronger than mine. And Noah–” “Noah Hiraeth,” he continued, talking as if he was testing the name. “I don’t know. You are…a mystery. Perhaps your dear daddy would know the truth?” Ophelia felt Noah tremble next to her, when she tried to catch his gaze, it was already frozen on Luke. His crimson eyes seemed to burn with the ache he felt to restrain himself. His chest rose and fell rapidly, Ophelia saw the veins popping on the back of his hands. She reached out to take his hands in hers, rubbing her thump gently over his hot skin, it seemed to calm him down. H