Treasure Planet Captain Amelia Novels & Stories

I stated gesturing to Antoine and Kabir. “You think I'm still the weak Amelia you knew? she's gone after you rejected me I left Silvermoon and luckily I was found by Lukas and Henry here who took care of me and trained me, now I'm the lead warrior in one of the strongest packs in the world” I carefully explained to them “Okay since we've properly introduced ourselves, this is my lead warrior Amelia, who will be assisting me in spare heading our activities here along with my beta Henry” Lukas said with a smile on his face,

“Not exactly. But I ran the pattern past my cousin. He says it’s not a Ridgeview burner. Not Silverclaw either. It pings off a tower near the old warehouse district downtown. Nobody from either pack has business down there. Hasn’t for years.” “Thorne,” Lena said. “Maybe. Or someone working with him.” Noah turned the laptop around. On the screen was a grainy photo, clearly pulled from an old newspaper archive. A group of people standing outside a building, dated twenty-two years back. “This is the last known photo of the Corwin alliance leadership before the massacre. I found it buried in an old digitized newspaper archive nobody’s looked at in years.” Lena leaned in close. Her breath caught.

She mumbled heading out. I nodded absentmindedly and went to pour myself a drink. It wasn't long after that I smelt her. ‘Mate’ my wolf growled in my head. Now, that is something I was expecting. Who would have thought that my mate will apply for the job? When they walked in, I went to sit enjoying the look on her face when she saw me. “This is the person you'll be babysitting.” Aunt Mae said. Amelia's face paled, I could tell she was recalling how she slapped me yesterday. My lips curled up in a faint smile. Oh, this day just went from super boring to interesting. After sending Amelia out of the room, I sent Mae a message through the mind link.

My bare feet pressed into the soft moss, each step swallowed as though the forest itself were conspiring to hold me in place. From the darkness, a shape emerged-massive, elegant, terrifying. Crimson eyes pierced the dimness, luminous and aware. Not a man, not yet. But not merely a wolf either. Zevrael. The predator I had stitched together, the creature I had seen dissolve into man, now took form in the wild. His fur shimmered faintly, a strange light reflecting off the shadows, and even in that form, there was a majesty that struck me to silence.

“Each of you and your families will be beheaded," They all fell to their knees and pleaded for mercy. "We know nothing about Luna's disappearance,” the old lady said. "Please spare us,” "I'll spare you, but only if you tell me where your Luna is. Else, consider yourselves done for,” I said in finality and left. They must be hiding something. Amelia was not courageous enough to be able to leave on her own. She must have gotten help and they were the closest people to her. I must find her and bring her back, and I must kill the person who made her leave the Pack and hurt her.

Rain fell hard against the stone, washing dust from the air, leaving everything sharp and clean and unsettled. The vacuum was no longer theoretical. It was pulling at the world. And soon—very soon—something would try to claim it fully. Amelia stood steady in the quiet, not as a center, not as a shield— But as a line that would not move. Whatever filled the space next would have to do so without her crown. And that, she knew, would change everything.

With a reluctant sigh, I dragged myself out of bed, my body aching in places I’d rather forget. As I made my way towards the grand throne room, each step was a reminder of the pain I felt between my legs. I winced but pressed on, determined not to show any weakness. My only friend in this unfamiliar place, Hailey, caught up with me along the way, concern etched on her face. “What’s wrong, Amelia?” Hailey asked, her voice filled with worry. I hesitated, unable to find the words to explain. “I have to meet Alpha Hunter in the throne room,” I finally replied, my voice barely above a whisper.