Oblivion A Matter Of Honor Novels & Stories

, he said, his voice tinged with resignation. Leonora nodded in reluctant agreement, her gaze falling to her hands as she pondered their next course of action. The prophecy, the Oracle’s warnings, they were all pieces of a puzzle that remained frustratingly incomplete. “I don’t want to see Enora this insecure.”, Leonora said to her husband. “She feels the mate bond to three men, did you know? I mean, those humans sure messed things up. Our little girl, Elio, and three men.” Elio shivered visibly. He didn’t want to think about what happened with his little girl when those men got to her, and she can’t resist the mate bond. Those are visuals no parent is supposed to have about their little gir

Adrian commanded softly. Luca’s heart leaped into his throat. "What?" "I told you the rules get harder, Luca. You wanted to prove you aren't a pet. You wanted to trespass into my space, to break my things, to mock my house," Adrian said, walking slowly toward the edge of the bed. His voice was entirely devoid of anger, which only made it more terrifying. It was the calm of a man who had already decided exactly how to dismantle his opponent. "You want to live like a rebel, but you forget that you signed a contract. Every act of defiance has a price. And tonight, I am collecting."

But I knew what I was fighting for. Not revenge. Not glory. Not destiny. I was fighting for every smile shared at Willowbrook Academy. For every kingdom we had saved. For every friend standing beside me. For every child who deserved to see tomorrow. Erevan slowly lifted the Blade of Oblivion. Darkness gathered around him until entire galaxies vanished within its shadow. "Come," he said quietly. "Show me the answer Solarius searched for... but never found." Without another word, Wesley and I charged. Our wings of silver and gold spread wide behind us.

The silence bent, then held a quiet that meant a decision had already been made. Aria saluted with two fingers and turned to her men. Garron’s mouth tugged into a grim grin. Olivia met my gaze, steady and unreadable. For the first time I saw in her eyes not just the woman who’d survived, but the one who believed I might be worth surviving with. my mother rose and inclined her head the old way the Lunas once did when a wolf proved his shadow. It was the closest thing I’d get to a coronation, and it was enough. A scorched elder pushed through the crowd Councilor Marek, one of the last Record Keepers. His robes smelled of burned paper; a half charred satchel hung from his shaking hands.

While heavily drugged. But still. Allowing himself to be very nearly stabbed in the back and having a tiny slip of a woman save his life wasn’t exceptionally manly. No doubt his new mate would have no words to justify what she’d see as an idiotic statement. She didn’t understand the old warrior’s oath of death before dishonor. She’d dismiss it as a token statement made by those who thought it was easier to die than to live. She’d probably accuse him of being one of those people. He had life and breath, but he’d told her he’d never love her because he refused to fully live that life again in the name of a warrior’s honor. That wasn’t what he was doing, but she’d probably see it that way.

“But bold claims do not make a Luna. Blood and strength must be proven. Here. Before us all.” A hum of approval rose, low and dark. Wolves shifted in the shadows, claws flexing, breath thickening with hunger for spectacle. Nicole’s heart pounded so loud she thought it might crack her ribs, but she did not look away. “You want proof?” she said, calm even as the room leaned closer. “Then name it. Trial, combat, test of blood—I will not run.” The elder with the steel eyes sneered. “You court death, girl.” “She courts truth,” another elder snapped back, his voice rough with something that almost sounded like respect. “And we’ve seen more lies from Amon than we ever did from her.”

I kept rolling up and front but couldn't sleep and as soon as the day breaks, I got out of the car and stood out here in the snow It felt like I have been living a lie all my life and everything just seemed to be interwoven, I don't know who to trust and when to trust. My life all these years have one way or the other been controlled. I was turned to a video game that can be played anyhow you want and in any direction you desire. It all started with the death of Sarah Jordan and now I'm caught between a web of deceits and facing betrayal from those I once trusted. And now I have no idea about what lies ahead of me and how prepared I am to face it. "Let's get back to the car we have a journey

Sophia has overheard highly valued information about their plans. Murmurs went through the crowd as wolves nodded to each other with concerns. "What shall we do?" one wolf asked, fidgeting about. "We're gonna defend our turf," Robert said matter-of-factly. "Still, we gotta be prepared for war. We gotta put everybody on high alert." "Dad," Sophia chided as she stepped forth, her voice shaking. "What if Daniel is under some sort of control? What if he isn't the enemy? For one instant, hardness softened from Robert's stare, but he shook his head. "I pray for his sake that he is still loyal to our pack. But we cannot take any chances. If he is involved with Kael, we must deal with him as a threa

he muttered, breaking into a chuckle. “And that's why we love you, Marcus,” I teased, batting my lashes. He straightened, his amusement vanishing. “But seriously, Osborn, I'm pissed. We had an agreement, and you did the exact opposite of what we discussed.” “I didn't have a choice,” I argued. “And, wait—how do you even know about the ambush? It wasn't on the news.” He stiffened. “Ambush? What ambush?” “Ohh…” My brows furrowed. “what were you talking about then?”