Savage Symphony Novels & Stories

This is something else. *** Luken pushed open the mahogany doors to Killian’s study, his face set in a hard, frustrated scowl. Killian sat behind his grand desk, completely consumed by the brutal war that had erupted over the past three days. Ever since his vanguard had seized the Crows’ prized Iron Ridge mines, the conflict had escalated into open bloodsport. The Solis faction had fought back violently, desperate to reclaim the core of their kingdom’s wealth, but Killian had crushed their counter-offensives with ruthless massacre. Mine after mine, the Dragons had swept through their supply lines, driving the Crows back into the mud. Pushing them out of the capital entirely was already halfw

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

"What are they calling me?" Darius finally let out a short laugh. "The Savage Luna." I froze. I stared at him, my mouth dropping open slightly. I was completely dumbfounded. "The what?" I asked, my voice flat. "The Savage Luna," Darius repeated, and this time he didn't even try to hide his grin. "People are talking about the way you handled Rydan. They’re saying you didn't just kill him, you ended a whole era with total brutality. They saw the way you stood between two Alphas and told them both to back off. They think you're a force of nature, Lyra."

My vision blurred as power surged through my veins, my bond flaring so bright it felt like my soul was splitting. I saw flashes—Ares on his knees in the street, hands buried in shattered stone as he held a collapsing barrier together with sheer will. Finn bleeding from a gash across his ribs, still laughing as he fought through mercenaries drawn by the chaos. Gunner ripping through enchanted steel, roaring my name like a prayer. Kai standing in the center of a sigil circle of his own, eyes glowing silver as he rewrote wards mid-collapse. And all of it—every surge, every sacrifice—fed back into me.

When he finally opened the door, my breath caught in my throat. Connor was a sight to behold with his clothes on, but wearing only a pair of athletic shorts, slung low on his hips, but he was downright breathtaking. Tattoos covered both of his arms and his long red hair was pulled back in a bun. He had fierce green eyes that never failed to pull me in and tonight was no different. Half-naked, man bun, muscles, and tats—it was pretty obvious why I was okay with being betrothed to him like some damsel from centuries past. It took me a moment to realize those green eyes that I lived for were glaring and the furrow in his brow wasn’t confusion at seeing me. If that weren’t enough of an indicatio

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel

But he still carries his own weight. "What did I say then, Attorney?" I asked softly before bringing my mouth to his ear. "You wanted to marry me, so put up with my behavior," I whispered softly before giving a small grin. He sighed and nodded softly, "Yeah, I remember. I married a savage woman named Sage, and she deserves punishment," he answered quickly, before quickly tickling my side, which made me laugh. "What the hell, Delton! Stop it!" I ordered between my laughs. He shook his head in pity while I was almost in tears with laughter.

Ky pointed his rifle at the girl's girl, but she held her hands up, her eyes filled with fear. "M-my name is Sam," she stuttered. "Don't harm her," Della said. "She's not going to hurt anyone." "You're a rogue," Ky said in a disgusted tone. Sam glances down her face red either from the cold or embarrassment. "Leave her alone," Della said, letting go of me. "She's fine. And if you remember, I was a rogue not long ago, Ky." "It's not the same thing, Della," I said taking her arm, but she shrugged me off.

“Yeah, me too! I want something wild. Something completely out of character. Sex in public, maybe? I've been a good girl for too long. Oh, how I want my Alpha crush would appear out of nowhere and have his way with me.” “Alpha crush?” I asked hastily, knowing they'd have to face me shortly. How the hell was I supposed to know what I wanted when I haven't even experienced sex itself? “Alpha Leon. Have you guys heard of him?” Layla nodded. “The pure-blood? I heard he is dangerous. People get scared shitless just from the mention of his name. They call him Savage Alpha, the bringer of death because that's what he does. He kills.” I leaned in closer, my curiosity in the story unexpectedly piqued

“It doesn’t matter; you’re mated now. I am happy for you.” “What about you? Have you found a mate?” “I did, when I turned 18. She was older by two years. About a week after we met, there was a rogue attack; she was one of the few who didn’t make it. It all made sense why Dylan hated Owen. It isn’t because of who Owen is; it is because Owen is considered a rogue. Dylan probably blames all rogues for losing his mate. “I am sorry to hear that.” I touched his shoulder and gave a sympathetic smile.