Novel & Cerita Scourge X Fiona

She and Kyler were a couple as Faye had told me and step-siblings, but no one spoke about that in the pack, because Aurelia would literally bite anyone's head off if she heard them talking about them. When I woke up, Hunt had left a note that he was going to check out the hunting trails with Kyler and that I should bring all my belongings to his cabin. Instead of doing that right away, I wanted to get to know the rest of the pack so I bumped into Aurelia on the way and we decided to take a walk. Aurelia was pretty with her dark hair and pale grey eyes. She was also a few inches taller than me and intimidating as hell. "I never got the chance to train or test my fighting skills," I said as we

Goyre screamed in rage and sent metal spikes her way but they melted even before they got within 30 feet of her. “I do not want to fight you, goddess. You have been good to me when no one else was. You showed me kindness and gave me everything I ever needed. But,” Phoenix looked at the edge of the field where Merea stood and saw her cowering in fear. “it appears you have conspired with evil and turned against me.”

The scout fled, eager to escape before the storm broke. The silence that followed was deafening. Only the crackle of fire remained. I stared down at the shattered glass in my hand, amber whiskey dripping down my fingers, staining the wood like blood. Ronan’s mark… the Silver Fang… Lyra. Each word twisted like a knife. Fenric’s voice was a low, venomous whisper. “She mocks you, Dorian. She challenges your rule. She dares stand beside the shadow of the brother you buried.” I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my skull. “If this is the truth, she’ll regret it,” I hissed. “She’ll regret ever defying me. I'll do my findings.”

A howling wind, born of nothing, ripped through the sealed room, tearing at the curtains and sending small objects flying. Cordelia stumbled back, the dagger faltering in her grip. Shock and a genuine flicker of fear twisted her face. "You...!" "You used me!" Elara screamed, scrambling off the bed with a strength she hadn't had in years. "All my life! You made me into this... this monster!" Cordelia's shock turned into cold, burning rage. "Foolish girl! I was forging you into something greater! Saving you from your own weakness!" The door burst open. Liam stood frozen, his face a pale mask of confusion and dawning horror, taking in the impossible scene: Elara, alive and defiant; me, a terrif

I felt the horrifying warmth of my own blood begin to trickle down my arm. Gritting my teeth against a wave of nausea, I launched a blast of energy, but the Scourge sidestepped it with fluid ease. I tried again, only for it to dodge with the same eerie grace. It was toying with me. Desperate, I changed tactics. I abandoned singular blasts and imagined my mana crackling and alive, superheating it into raw, untamed lightning. The chaotic energy erupted from me in a brilliant web, striking at the Scourge from all sides. It recoiled with a piercing, silent shriek that I felt in my bones.

I'd take that any day over the pain in my heart at the mere thought I was going to be replaced. Fiona put on a great show, I'd give her that. But she was just another Claire Devereus. I could see it. But one look at Xavier and I knew he couldn't see it. Just like he couldn't see it with Claire. I had suffered so much at the hands of Claire. I did not have the energy to go through it all over again. Only this time, Fiona had a Blood Contract binding her to my man and a very ferocious set of lycans on her team who looked like they would do anything to get what they came for. After all, they exposed their existence for the sake of the contract. Just to make sure Xavier did not take me as his Lu

Rissa would burn from the inside out. The flame the Scourge feared would become her funeral pyre. And the world would forget her name for good. In the quiet places, in the spaces between shadow and breath, the Scourge waited patient, relentless, hungry. They were the rot beneath the roots, the cold under the skin, the whisper of death carried on a frozen wind. The hunt had only just begun.

Pages blurred. And there—under “Stormfang Ridge Raid – Casualty Log.” Entry 47: Unknown Omega. Severe lacerations. Deep internal trauma. Emergency intervention. Same date. Same hour. Same injury she still carried. Fiona’s name? Nowhere. Sophie’s hands tightened into fists. She whispered, “She lied.” --- That night, Sophie found Fiona alone in the herb garden, picking moonwort leaves beneath the lanterns. “You don’t even know the melody,” Sophie said.

she sobbed silently but continued to untie herself. Finally, she succeeded. Her body trembled with exhaustion. She slowly picked up a piece of wood that was next to her, holding it in her shaky hands as she tiptoed over to where Dione stood, striking him hard across the head. He crumpled to the floor with a grunt. “Fuck!” Fiona cursed as she noticed what was happening, and she lunged toward Maya, but before she could grab her, Maya hit her across the face as well, and she fell to the ground.

Scott stood there disgusted and curious about why the rogues had traced him over to the silver moon pack. The Blood Fangs are a group of aggressive rogues cursed with a rotten smell. They have set their sights on taking control of a wolf pack by eliminating its leader and its followers. It appears that they are driven by a thirst for power and dominance and are mostly sent by high people from other packs. Fiona slowly edged towards one of them on the floor to notice the tattooed description on his neck. "What are you doing?" Scott asked. Fiona paused for a moment, her eyes fixed on the tattooed description on the man's neck.