The Nameless Ones Romane & Geschichten

Our house is situated towards one edge of the pack territory and the lush trees just past the next row of houses washes over me in that clean, calm way. I really don’t want to be a rogue living among humans, but I don’t know how to get Declan or his father to let me go completely. Once I am free the gag order no longer applies, but I’m not vindictive enough to go spreading secrets. I just want my life back. The problem I foresee is that many of our neighboring packs know what happened, they know he traded his Goddess given mate for a chosen one. I met most of them as the future Luna, which puts me at risk of being used against Delcan and his parents. I’m not interested in being in danger or

I announced. “One more thing. From tomorrow, I’d like us to get you a new identity. With my last name, of course, but a new first name. Leave Isabella Ross behind. Think about it and let me know.” He added. My mind went back and forth for a while and I guess he was right. Everything about Isabella needed to be changed. If I wanted to start this new life with him, then it should start with my name. “Jessica Hart is the new Isabella Ross.” I smiled and walked away.

he says grimly. Elder Mave, whose voice I’ve only ever heard in riddles and warnings, speaks with the clarity of thunder. “The Boundless Ones,” she says, tapping her clawed finger against a faded glyph, “are not myths. They were gods. Creators but they were stripped of balance and banished from the cycle of death. Not dead, they are just dreaming.” Ezra leans forward, arms braced. “Then the red moon…” “Is their turning key.”

My heart was thumping against my ribs. I saw Dmitri finish his conversation across the room. He was already looking for me. I only had seconds. Sebastian leaned in closer. He didn't touch me, but I could feel the coldness radiating off him. "Your father had a company once. It wasn't much, but it was his. Ascendant Arts. That was the name." "Ascendant Arts," I repeated, trying to commit the words to memory. "I’ve never heard of it." "Of course you haven't," Sebastian said. He kept his eyes on the twins as they began to move toward us. "The history books are written by the winners. But if you want the truth, you have to look at the ashes."

"But know this-when the Silent Ones come, they'll kneel to *no* crown." --- The Silent Ones. A myth, a nursery rhyme to frighten pups. *Creatures born before the Veil, who gnawed on the bones of dead gods.* Isolde found their name etched in the obsidian shard, written in a dialect of pain. "They're not coming," she whispered. "They're already here." That night, the northern watchtower vanished. Not destroyed-*erased*. No rubble, no screams. Just a perfect circle of glass where it once stood, reflecting a sky that no longer held stars.

“And for a town in the twenty-first century, bullying doesn't seem to bother anyone.” “It bothered me, didn't it?” Mrs Haughter said as she began to tell why people were in constant fear. She explained to me that there was an agency called ‘ANTI’ that had been set up by the most secret part of the government globally and it was very much aware that Supernaturals existed. “What does ANTI stand for?” I demanded, slowly taking in all she told me. It kind of bothered that my Mum hadn't ever thought of telling me about all these. Now it made sense to me why she had told me that our powers could never be used...not like I could use it even if I wanted to.

Meanwhile back at the moonlight pack, A document had just be dropped that a certain pack had staged war between them and the moonlights and it was still about this cringe thing of merging and becoming the beta. The thing that most of this Alpha didn't know was that no Alpha would oblige to be a beta in his own pack. What was that? What do we call that? Once an Alpha, now a beta!!!! Cringe. There was no way on earth I would be able to defeat the pack that was up against me and my pack, this time it wasn't just a small pack ..it was a huge pack that might defeat my pack desite the fact that I had merged with Lightwood.

Far larger than the drowned kingdom. Golden towers stretched into the clouds. Crystal bridges crossed entire mountains. Cities glowed with impossible light. It was beautiful. Perfect. Then the sky darkened. And the vision changed. People were running. Screaming. Dying. Darkness spread through the streets. Entire cities vanished. Then they saw them. The First Ones. Tall figures. Covered in black robes. Their faces hidden. Their eyes glowing red. Not blue. Red. Then one of them looked directly at Thomas.

"You remember me?" I asked in a soft voice, unsure if I actually heard him say my name. He scoffed. "There's not a machine in this world that will be able to wipe you out of my head," he smiled, pressing me even harder against him that it felt like our bodies were merging as one. "You're unforgettable, Elsa." I immediately threw my arms around him, hugging him back. After a while, we pulled apart slowly, reluctant to let each other go, but we had to. I couldn't risk letting anyone see me with a bride's husband in that manner.

We shared meat roasted over open flames, the fats and juices staining our hands, the scent of the kill a grounding reminder of our place in the food chain. The peace was interrupted by a group of wolves emerging from the northern shadows. They were the "Wild Ones," a rogue pack that had spent the corporate era hiding in the frozen tundras, never touched by the triage or the stars. Their leader, a scarred Alpha named Garen, stepped into the firelight, his fur a matted, rusty brown, his eyes a piercing, lightless yellow.