The Recluce Saga Novels & Stories

A relic gleamed in her grip—a dagger wrought from moonstone and obsidian, its blade etched with runes that glowed like living fire. Elias’s eyes widened. “That’s—” “The Crescent Fang,” Rhea finished. “Forged by the council. A blade made to kill what should never have been born.” Her gaze locked on Serena, and for the first time, Rhea’s face softened with sorrow. “Forgive me.” --- The attack came like lightning. Rhea moved faster than any wolf Serena had ever seen, the blade slicing across the altar. Serena barely leapt back in time, but the dagger still grazed her arm. Pain exploded, burning like molten silver, searing into her veins.

Together, with Lena the wiped out the team quickly. Through it all, Drayce watched, calm, controlled, and smiling. “Do you really think you can fight the Council?” She taunted, her voice carrying even over the chaos. “This isn’t rebellion, it’s suicide.” Rhett’s chest heaved, his claws slick with blood. “Then watch us burn your throne to the ground. Drayce’s smile widened as more footsteps echoed down the corridor. Reinforcements.

Chapter 195 Silas' pov I growled as I pushed the rogues off me and my claws ripped open their flesh. The more I killed, the more they appeared out of nowhere and nipped at my skin. Jax took over and he moved swiftly as he slashed and slid their throats. Asher and the rest of the warriors surrounded the pack house and tried their best to fend off the vicious creatures. All of a sudden the rogues began to retreat and I thought they realized they couldn't defeat us but then they parted as someone made their way to the forefront and a harsh breath left Asher who was standing beside me.

"You can't be serious! Are you saying that you climbed onto Rayden's bed, the crown prince of Junopia? "The same one who completed his PhD at Harvale at just 16, launched his own business, became a leading figure in the industry within two years, and now wields control over international markets?" I nodded, then shook my head. After all, it was Rayden who tried to climb into my bed, but I firmly rejected him. Amused, Rick chuckled and chimed in, "Well, you've certainly piqued my interest by bringing up my brother." Veronica's mood shifted instantly; she clung tighter to Rick, pleading, "You said I was your home, and other women were just hotels. You promised you'd always return to me."

Masks Mandatory. "It’s a trap," Nehemiah said, his voice dropping to a low, protective growl. "She knows we tracked the flight. She’s inviting you into the center of her court so she can break you in front of the very people you tried to impress in Mexico. She wants a spectacle, Rhea." "I know it's a trap," I said, my voice leveling out into something flat and terrifying. I reached down and ripped the IV needle from my hand with one sharp tug. I didn't flinch as a bead of blood welled up and smeared against the white sheets.

Ean's face contorted in disbelief and rage. "Nonsense! How could she be dead?" He stormed in, eyes wild with panic. Behind a few rows of shelves, a faint figure was curled up on the floor. Ean started shaking uncontrollably. I followed close behind him, my stomach turning at the sight of my own dead body. My eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead, directly at him. My face was icy, and all ten fingers were smeared with dried blood. The floor and walls were covered with the marks of my struggle.

Once they face the Reaper ready to collect their souls and send them to fucking hell. “I want him,” I say, pointing at the Italian guy on the right who is trying to sneak out of the room. Obviously, I know he would never leave because my guys are on him. They know he is the target. Blake is standing next to Dash and I can feel the excitement pouring from her veins. She is into this. She was frightened before but now, she wants to know what is going on, she is in. “M-me?” The guy stutters and I nod slightly as I move my finger, showing for him to get closer, but he doesn’t move, so Jagger pushes him towards me and he falls on his knees while everyone else watches.

THIRD PERSON POV "What!" Ophelia screamed as she paced around her room. She had just returned from the meeting room. Rodriguez had declared himself Alpha, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. "What do you mean by Lucius and Rowena being dead? With his brother?" Ophelia asked Orion. The last time she had seen them was at the meeting with Lord Vlad and Lord Alaric, and it came as a shock to her because they were among the strongest in the coven.

"Brother Clad! Wait! That is Alex! Stop!" Even with Frank trying to stop him, Clad did not listen. "You, how did you know about this?" Anger, that is the only thing that one can see when one looks into Clad’s eyes. Sorrow, there is a pain hiding behind his gaze. But even with his body moving like that in a rush, that doesn’t change the fact that he just recovered from a serious injury. To get bitten by a Kranses is no joke. After all, in this place secluded from the main palace of the Voneveir, to get an antidote can be seen as a miracle.

They were waiting for me to let my guard down. Well, that’s not quite true. I mean, I’m not sure if that’s true or not. “Waiting” implies they had ill intent, and all these years later, I still don’t know what their intent was. The beating in my head ceased, and I opened my eyes. The muted, neutral cream-colored hotel walls were gone, displaced by the open air of Carcosa’s dark shoreline. The briny stench from the hissing tides of Lake Hali wafted over my face, and black stars twinkled in a dusk-lit sky overhead. I sat up on the bed and watched in astonished horror as a pair of reddened moons rose upon the horizon, one eclipsing the other in an eternal cosmic dance. When I turned to follow t