Violyn Arcane Novels & Stories

she said. "The wings are different from your original wings, but it's wonderful, " he teased to make her laugh and she chuckled. "Yeah, but I love it very much. " "So do I," he added and they continued to watch the pain. Remembering the angel's empire and the grim reapers territory. **** Five years later, Evangeline didn't marry anyone and just focused on Blake she became the new boss of the Vrykolakas’ Museum and she found out that the meaning of Vrykolakas was Vampire.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“You have a destined mate too? Are you fucking kidding me? What am I to your family? A toy that you can play with and toss!” Violet screamed in Byron’s face but he didn't react. He wa as rigid as a stone but that didn't stop Ardin from saying more. “The dead woman in the coffin isn't your mother, Lycan King Archie. She is the prince's destined mate, Harper, the head servant. She is a fake created with dark energy to poison your mind against Amanisa who was becoming a problem–” This time, Byron was the one that interrupted Ardin with a devilish laugh that infuriated me.

River snakes an arm around her shoulders and bumps her playfully with his hip. “You would blend in better if you didn’t look like a rainbow exploded,” he grins, “what’s with you and tie-dye anyway?” I can see my mate fighting a smile and losing the battle, “Shut it. It’s a phase I’m going through. What’s with you and having hair like a mermaid anyway?” He laughs, “Touché. Luna Tawny, this brat here is Sloane. And that tall, gentlemen is Alpha Orion.”

I had no idea what would happen when they saw me. Jacob had come to the rescue with his men, and I was glad that he had my back. I hid behind him as the door creaked open and Alpha Damien, the leader of the pack, stepped out. He was followed by his son Caesar and Scott, the one who had enslaved me.

Emilia and Ryder shielded their eyes, squinting against the brilliance as a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Arachne, the ancient guardian of Ravenwood, her form shrouded in robes of midnight black. Her eyes gleamed with a wisdom as old as time itself, her presence commanding respect and reverence. "You have come far, brave warriors," she intoned, her voice echoing through the valley like a sacred incantation. "But your journey is not yet complete." Emilia and Ryder listened intently as Arachne revealed the true purpose of their quest—to unlock the secrets of the ancient prophecy that foretold the fate of Ravenwood and its inhabitants.

CHAPTER 11 — Cold & Warm A younger woman appeared at the top of the grand staircase. Her hair was loose, and she wore a casual yet expensive matching blouse and skirt that made her look effortlessly beautiful. With familiar brown eyes and facial structure, Kallista thought she must be a Hawthorne. “You must be the new bride,” the woman said, descending the stairs with an intimidating grace. “Lila,” Evelyn said sharply. “What?” Lila shrugged, her sharp blue eyes raking over Kallista. “I’m just introducing myself. Lila Hawthorne, Jaxon’s cousin.”

Shane, ever the silent shadow, has vanished from our ranks, slipping away into the narrow, winding servant passageways that web the interior of the citadel. He knows the architectural vulnerabilities of this room better than anyone, and he understands that if we cannot win this fight with steel or alpha strength, we must win it with the arcane tools we salvaged from the vault. He is moving with the ghost-like precision of a veteran hunter, aiming for the one blind spot Celine has neglected in her arrogance: the space directly behind the ancient, raised dais.

Publicly rejected on her eighteenth birthday, Sierra Vance was branded a scentless, powerless omega and driven out of the Bloodmoon Pack. Her childhood sweetheart, Alpha Logan, discarded her for her scheming best friend, Lady Sarah, leaving Sierra and her younger sister, Liana, to freeze in the treacherous Shadow Forest. They thought she would die in the dark. They were wrong. When Cassian Nightshade—the feared Alpha King of the Midnight Syndicate—finds Sierra bleeding at his border, his wolf roars a single word he’s waited a decade to hear: Mate. Bound to Cassian by a magnetic mate bond, Sierra begins to unearth a dangerous truth buried deep within her bloodline: she isn't a weak omega.

A jagged scar ran across his left cheekbone — not a battle wound, but something deliberate, ritualistic. “Lyra Kane,” he said, voice smooth and resonant. “I am Lord Thorne Ravencrest, leader of the Eclipse Order. Former High Advisor to Kaelith… before he chose obsession over reason.” Lyra kept her distance, studying him carefully. “You asked for this meeting. Speak.”