Yennefer Novels & Stories

Jenni I am back in the clearing. The heat is unbearable, the smell of burning flesh and fur is so intense it is seared into my senses. The screams of agony for help and death are louder still, I can feel my skin start to bubble with pain as it starts to fill with water and puss. The pain is so bad I am screaming and I hope that it isn't coming out to where my family can hear. I don't want them to know that I am in pain, I want to save them from that. I look to the balcony and the figure is still there, but he is not alone. There is a woman, her long blood red hair blowing in the wind, I can smell her wolf, along with something else, and her aura is evil. She looks right at me and smiles, the

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

But I followed him. I could not stay behind. Outside the gates stood a tall man with a thick skin and deep blue eyes. Alpha Kael. He looked even stronger than the last time I saw him. Alpha power was already smelling on his body and he was breathing like thunder. His eyes found me immediately right there as I got lost in thought. “Annie,” his voice cut across the room. “I have come for my mate and my pups.” The woods went silent for a while. I felt another kind of power as Damon touched me.

"Just don't. Don't look, don't ask, don't even think about it." My own wariness spikes at her reaction. Liora is not easily intimidated. "Why? Who is he?" She finally tears her gaze away, turning to face me fully. The firelight in her blue eyes is gone, replaced by a deep, serious gleam. "That's Caelen Fennec." The name means nothing to me. The surname, however, sends a chill down my spine that has nothing to do with the night air. Fennec. I know that name. Every wolf in every territory knows it.

Juliet scoffs. Raphael smiles while he touches the back of his neck. That was what he did whenever he was short of words. "I see!" He responds. "One thing you need to know about her. She is hot-tempered. Also very evil. No offence, she is your sister. I know, but Alexandra is mischievous. I'm sure you noticed we have no maids in this big house. All thanks to your sister!" Juliet smiles laying emphasis on the sister. "Thanks!" Raphael says.

She laughs when she sees the King. "Oh King Halturian, it's so lovely to see you." The King erupts in fury as his icy blue hands make a grab for her neck." He cries out "What have you done to my daughter?" The Alien step back laughing as some kind of force field surrounds her, The king cannot penetrate through it, Galen now joins the King, his body seems to grow in size as glows with the same icy blue, he bellows "I'm going to kill you Hylus, finish what we should have done twenty-one years ago."

I remember how she attacked Rayne at court; I remember too many details that make me dream about skinning her alive. Eleanor has exceeded all the limits of evil. She has exceeded all the evil I’ve read about in Greek mythology; I haven’t read about them by chance, but a beauty who is currently waiting for me to come back home is in love with Greek mythology. Eleanor is Lucifer’s daughter. Even Lucifer himself does not have this amount of evil and hatred within him. She is a beast who has gone above and beyond.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Nya had fought Rok enough times not to let a crotchety personality dissuade her in battle. “Who am I?” he repeated, shaking his head. He folded his arms across his massive chest. “Who are you? What the hell are you doing?” “Who am I?” Nya repeated, realizing that was exactly what he’d just said to her. “I’m Princess Nya of Frindom, and I have come to slay the dragon that terrorizes our kingdoms. That’s who I am! Now, if you’ll kindly step aside so that I can find him, I would greatly appreciate it!”

Their voices were shrill and high and Astra could only imagine how annoying it would have to be to hear them talk. Astra knew that they were from the House Tyrell. She had managed to do her homework on each and every girl that was coming for the Queenstrial. The competition was going to be tough, but with the right tools like her mother has said, she was determined to win. There was an all white carriage with a small girl who couldn't have been more than ten. Her tightly curled black hair was piled atop her head and she clutched her Nanny's skirt tightly. She looked nervous.