The Amaya Novels & Stories

“I thought she’d changed, but she’s still James’s daughter.” “That's not true!” I cried, clutching my face, blood slipping between my fingers. “I didn’t touch her! I didn’t do anything!” I cried out. I looked at Alpha Damon, hoping he would believe me but the look on his face told me he didn't. In his eyes, I was the villain. The omegas who dared to harm his mate. “You vile creature,” he growled, eyes blazing. “How dare you lay a hand on my mate?” He turned, voice thundering. “Guards! Take Amaya to the pack hall. She is to be lashed and it doesn't stop until Freya says so.”

his voice made me wake up from my daze and realize that I was openly staring at him. "Sorry. So why are you here?" I folded my arms ready to hear his explanation. "Listen, Amaya, you have to get your powers as soon as possible. We cannot afford to lose any more time. They already found out you have the book and are ready to attack you at any moment in order to take possession of it. You're not safe anymore even with my protection. I think you need a more experienced mentor to guide you. Therefore I know someone but she lives in Miami."

“ Your beautiful Amelia “ He whispered placing a kiss on my forehead. “ you’re so beautiful Amelia, your understanding and easy going, you are wise and hardworking. I want to give my mom a chance to see all that in you “ he added. “ Now stop crying, Am just moving out not giving up on her yet, I don’t want to see you like this “ he added and I nodded trying hard I rubbed my tears. “ What.. What are you going to do now ?” I whispered looking deep in to him. “ Am going to search for an apartment to leave in, I already got a new job in a government hospital “ he replied and I nodded then something clicked in. “ The company gave me a new apartment, maybe you could leave there “ I spoke up and pu

Amaya’s opinion really meant the world to her. “Have I ever lied to you?” Amaya responded with a question. Tanya shook her head already feeling confident. Amaya was the big sister who always cheered her on. “You will be there, right?” she asked making puppy eyes at her. Amaya nodded. She postponed all her commitments in order to be there for her. “I will be cheering the loudest, maybe even louder than your Mom.” “Thank you Amaya,” Tanya said before heading back to the hotel booked for all the participants.

Until my gaze found the bright, pale skin covered in purple moving near the rose hedges. Amaya. She was walking beside Regina, her movements hesitant, like a bird that wasn't sure if the cage door was actually open. Even from three stories up, I could see the way she flinched when a guard walked too close. I could see the fragile line of her neck and the way the wind caught that perfect dark hair I hadn't been able to stop thinking about for weeks. I took a long drag of the cigar, the heat burning my throat. Why was I standing here like some desperate stalker?

Hearing them, Amaya moved closer and wrapped her arm around mine in what makes it looked like we are now somehow close. "Please don't say that. I'm just here to offer some words of comfort to Emma," she said sweetly, her voice carrying that perfect tone of fake sympathy. "It breaks my heart that Margaret had to pass away so suddenly. I just wanted to tell her to stay strong during this difficult time." She squeezed my arm tighter, and I could feel my nails digging into my palms as I tried to control myself. "Don't worry about Emma though," Amaya continued with a gentle laugh. "She's learned from her past mistakes and has now turned into a new leaf.” She turned her head at me, “Right Emma?"

And among the crowd, hidden yet watchful, Ryan observed it all with a heart pounding like war drums. At the center of this charged arena, Aria stood alone. Bound yet unbowed, she appeared small against the backdrop of the massive wooden platform, yet her presence commanded an inexplicable gravity. The wind tugged gently at her hair, carrying the faint scent of incense and fear-sweat from the assembled masses. She lifted her chin slightly, refusing to let the weight of their stares crush her spirit.

I exhaled sharply, closing my eyes. “Don’t say it,” I whispered. I could feel someone trying to turn me, to guide me back toward the road. But it was too late. The speakers flared again. “…Rebecca Eevecina Geratine.” Silence tore through me like a blade but the crowd burst into celebratory cheers, fireworks already streaking overhead in a cruel, brilliant mockery of what that moment could have meant. I turned on my feet with closed eyes. I was sure if I opened them, I could see far enough, I could see Higan. So I did. I opened my lids to see him, to see her.

I get into the ambulance and grab a sheet that is folded to the side, turning towards Adriana, who is shaking the lifeless body on the stretcher. “Ada, wake up! Please, please…” she sobs as she clutches Ada’s body, desperation clear in her voice. “Please… you’re all I have! Please!” I look at the woman who hasn’t even noticed me as she cries her heart out, my heart fucking bleeding for her. You have me. “You aren’t alone,” I whisper as I wrap the sheet around her shoulders, pressing my cheeks against the side of her head as I wrap my arms around her.

Even as she dragged the mat to hide her nakedness, she could perceive the anger emanating from their gaze. “You are wanted at the shrine of Amadioha.” One of them said. “But can I at least change…” Ejima wanted to say, but she yelled when they yanked her out of the bed. Despite her screams and protest, they dragged her out of the room, and one of them carried her on his shoulders as if she was a blade of dried grass.