Savage Isle Novels & Stories

By, Tamar writes 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ✮•✮•✮•✮ Viper, Cisco and Cleopatra stopped when they both came across each other. "What the hell is happening!!" Cleopatra asked in shock. "The clan is under attack, quick we need to do something" Cisco muttered. "Cisco, you and Cleopatra go find Saint and make sure all the maids are safely evacuated from the clan." Cisco and Cleopatra nodded and immediately went to do their job

Savage is a tough pack to beat because they train for everything. "She is under contract, Alpha, and I'm here to return her to the masters that paid millions for her," Tyler gags. "Your masters are going to die, Jan, and it looks like you will join them. Lena is with her mates, and both will never hand her over. I'm giving you fuckers a head start to run because when Savage catches you..you all will die",I scoff but fear fills me. "I Allen Matthew reject you Jan Matthew as my mate and wife. Reject me back you nasty bitch I'm done with you",pain fills my gut as I cry out and sink to my knees. Megan looks at her dad, horrified.

That's when I saw the towering mansion that seemed to be carved into the mountains. My breath hitched at the massiveness. While everything about the valley was cute, this part of Golden Crest aimed to terrify visitors and it was doing a wonderful job. It reminded me of the rumors of the Savage Alpha who resided within it. Why were we headed in that direction? Was I going to be marked by the alpha immediately? What if he rejected me? What would my new owners think? Shouldn't I meet my new owners first? There was no escaping Golden Crest and I didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.

She spun towards the door, already pounding with her heart. It was too early for deliveries. She approached the door cautiously, slowly. Pushing it open, she wasn't greeted by a courier, but a woman she hadn't seen in nearly a year. "Savannah?" Isla whispered, shocked. The woman on her doorstep had the same piercing blue eyes and high cheekbones — but there was exhaustion in her face that hadn't been there before. "May I come in?" Savannah requested, her voice cold. Isla stepped out of the way, a confusion jumble in her chest. Savannah Blackwood — Killian's sister — had once been an unyielding part of the world that had nearly destroyed her. Why is she here today?

As soon as we step out of the van, Silas’ nose goes up into the air and he growls softly. “Silas,” I say, just as Meadow, Asmodeus, and another beautiful woman walk out of the castle to greet us. Silas takes off running, snarling in the possessive way that can only mean one thing. I watch as the woman’s eyes go wide and when Silas stops in front of her, he growls. “Mate.” “Mate,” she purrs. He grabs her, his mouth latching onto hers as she wraps herself around him. “Gamma Silas, meet my sister, Princess Ysabelle," Asmodeus says, chuckling.

he growled out, I had heard his voice countless number of times but this was different, it was as if id was just meant for me, it was low, rough and primal. His scent surrounded me and I swear I wanted to die in his arms. “The moment I caught your scent… gods, you smell like sin.” My pulse exploded. “You can’t… I’m not supposed to—” He cut me off with a kiss. But it was not gentle or sweet, it was the most intense kiss I had experienced. Especially since this was my first kiss. I was a dreamer, the kind of girl to think her first kiss would be under the moon light, soft and beautiful, and this one wasn’t that at all Eben though technically, it was still under the moon.

Due to his old-time promise with his friend, his grandfather had made sure his father didn’t harm Isabel, and Callum had gotten married to her. During the earlier years of his reign as alpha, tensions with the rogues had skyrocketed, and the rogues launched multipliers attacks to harm Isabel, when they had supposedly killed Isabel, he thought it had been because the rogues still hated her family for not meeting up on their end of the deal they had but now he knew it had all been part of their plan, the rogues hadn’t launched all those attacks to kill Isabel, they had been instead trying to take her to rogue island, where her grandfather and a few of her people had been living, making a name

He asked, voice rough. “I came back,” I responded flatly. Elder Marrek’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Kael standing right beside me, fingers locked tight like we belonged together. His gaze kept jumping from my face to Kael’s like he couldn’t decide who was the bigger nightmare. “You…” he started, voice cracking, “you were exiled. Permanently. You’re not allowed on Blackfang soil. Never again.” I opened my mouth ready to rip him apart but Kael stepped forward first. He pulled the scroll from inside his coat, red ribbon still tied, and held it up high so the whole council could see the Iron Claw seal shining under the torchlight.

Unknown sender. I open it. A photo. High-resolution. Time-stamped five minutes ago. Morrison Estate. Southern Plateau. A freshly dug trench cuts through the snow and frozen earth. Deep. Wide. In the shape of a cross. The caption reads: FOUND YOUR FOUNDATION, ISLA. IT'S DEEPER THAN YOU THINK. My blood goes cold. Someone is already on the island. Already breaking ground. The Black Swan hasn't just been watching the migration. He's been preparing for it.

The Island of the First Hearth did not appear on any satellite map. It was a tectonic anomaly, a place where the Mid-Atlantic Ridge peaked above the surface in a violent collision of fire and frost. As the Aegir’s Wake pierced the permanent veil of volcanic fog, the pack saw it: a jagged crown of obsidian rock shrouded in steam and falling snow. The island was the physical manifestation of the Triad. Rivers of molten lava flowed directly into freezing glacial lagoons, creating a constant, booming roar of steam that masked their signature from any remaining Vanguard trackers.