Wives Novels & Stories

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

In the next few meters, the other Mothers are stretched out on the cold sand. I see Mother Tyldi and Mother Ruena lying next to a bush of alis flowers, holding hands. There is blood everywhere. A lot of blood. Further ahead I see Mother Darba in a strange position, curled up as if in pain, but her mouth and eyes are wide open in a silent scream. I feel shaking. My head hurts, so does my chest. The foreigners hurt them... they hurt them... Why? They were not a threat. We are not a threat.

Violet returned the gesture. "I am Stacey, she is Delilah, and she is Rose. We are the widows of warriors, brave souls who were martyred in the immortal realm massacre," the tallest woman of grioup introduced themselves. Violet’s countenance dimmed as she braced herself, anticipating the accusation she felt was coming. "Nice to meet you all," she replied, smiling.

Seraphina's POV The car rolled beneath the stone awning and stopped. My heart beat so hard I felt it in my throat. He got out, came around, and opened my door. I stepped down to the wet stone. The air smelled like rain and money and old secrets. A woman in a purple uniform waited just inside the doorway, clutching a tote and a folder. She looked relieved and nervous at once. “Mr. Veyron,” she said to Cassian. Her eyes flicked to me. “Mrs. Veyron.”

I didn’t understand why until I felt a sudden tap on my shoulder. I spun around to face a group of six mature women, their warm smiles serene and composed. Their leader, a striking woman with ruby-red hair and captivating dark blue eyes, quickly pressed her cheek against mine in a gesture of affection. "We wanted to let you know how much we admire you. We understand that this is a challenging time, but please remember, we support you as our future alpha. We’re sorry for the hardships you’ve faced, but know that if you ever need anything, we’re here for you." Her smile was gentle as the woman beside her embraced me, followed by the other four women, each pressing their cheek against mine in a

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Yeah, but they're more interested in our football team and crazy cheerleaders like Vivian. "You sound like you're interested. Would you like to join us?" One of them asked, but I politely said I'd think about it. At the same time, I gave them the go ahead to leave, cheering out to the teams they mentioned. "We don't like Vipers. We support the T-Rexes," One corrected, making their interest known. "Their best player is known as D-Rex. He's the GOAT." "Okay. Have fun with your dinosaur players," I forced a grin, waving my hand at them.

“Touch her again and I’ll kill every last one of you.” They scrambled back, scared now. I called my pack warriors for backup right away. “Get here fast .... warehouse road, now. And call an ambulance too. Hurry!” While I waited I dropped to my knees beside Aria. She looked like she was really dying. Deep claw marks across her arm and shoulder, blood soaking her clothes, face pale and sweaty. Being an omega with no wolf, she couldn’t heal fast. The sight made my chest ache so bad I wanted to roar.

The list Vivienne provided was extensive and terrifying. Thirty-seven vampires, forty-two witches, and fifteen humans—all working to sabotage peace in various capacities. Some were active conspirators like Cassius had been. Others were passive supporters who provided resources or information. But all of them believed the war needed to continue.

VALENTINA My body is still broken from Mordaunt's captivity. Silver burns on my wrists. Psychological scars from watching my mother's execution footage. Trauma that will take years to heal. But I'm not sitting this out. I strap on weapons. Silver knife. Stakes. UV flashlight. Everything I need to kill vampires. Around me, other female fighters are arming. We're not the majority but we're not insignificant either. Fifteen women out of fifty-two fighters. Almost a third.