Yovanna Ventura Novels & Stories

“You bled silver under the moon. You healed a mortal child with your tears. Do you even understand what that means?” I tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened slightly. “Let me go.” He did, instantly. I stumbled back, gasping. His expression didn’t change, but his aura flared, dragon heat and wolf dominance woven together. “Tell me your name.” “Vanessa.” “Vanessa,” he repeated slowly, tasting it like a secret. “You’re not from any of the four kingdoms, are you?” “Four?” He gave a slow nod. “The Silverclaw in the East, the Nightbane in the West, the Moonveil in the North… and my kingdom, Blackflame, to the South.”

It felt useless considering I was never going to get her back at this rate. “Um, sir there’s someone here to see you.” My assistant said. “Who is it?” “Darla Valenzuela? She says she has information on Jovie.” “Let her in.” I stated. A blonde woman with a little baby bump walked in with a smile. “Nice office.” “Thanks. Who are you?” “Reno’s ex wife.” “What do you know about Jovie?” “That she’s a tramp and I don’t like her.” Darla stated.

Even when I don’t say much, I just blend in with their presence, matching their calm, watchful energy. Like right now, I’m in the living room with them, seated comfortably as the television plays in the background. We’re all watching the news together. But then, another segment of the news began, shifting the tone in the room as the screen changed and a new headline appeared. “Saskia Ventura has come out publicly to plead and confess that she was lying when she claimed Vito Marino’s girlfriend pushed her into the pool and attempted to kill her, while Vito Marino tried to cover it up,” the reporter’s voice announced.

She stands, and the pack erupts into cheers. "Alpha! Luna!" they chant, their voices rising in unison, as if they hadn’t tried to tear us down just weeks ago. My lips curl in amusement, but I say nothing. Let them cheer. Zoe steps forward next, her brown hair braided down her back, her expression calm but guarded. She kneels, speaking her vow as Beta Female, her voice carrying strength despite the lingering pain in her eyes. I know what she’s lost—four unborn children, ripped away before they could even take a breath. No one should have to bear that.

Margarette chuckled to herself. “You probably feel heavy as if someone is on your head? That’s because you’re blocking Yntreia’s psyche.” Finrod said. Ellaine looked at the baby whose golden eyes were on her. “Just open up your mind and hear her voice.” Ellaine did and surely, a little female voice whispered “It is nice that you have finally welcomed my psyche, Ellaine.” Yntreia smiled and Ellaine was so happy too. “Hello baby Yntreia!”

The view was her messy room again. She closed her eyes. She is still lethargic. "Father, father," she whispered.That girl is Renata Viglianco, known as Revi VI. In their town, she's the naughtiest but the smartest as they say. At her young age, she learned how to read and write, yet she didn't consider herself the smartest. She believes that she is just a quick learner or maybe because her dad is a professor.

She sobbed through the fifteenth and sixteen cracks, and when he instructed her to stand up, she could barely move her body. She squirmed and shivered as her bottom burned and burned and burned. She was a screaming, sobbing wreck. Donovan held the belt close to her and crouched down so he could see her face. He asked her if she thought she had learned her lesson. She could not see him through her tears. Her cheeks were flushed and red. Her eyes were full and moist, and she did not put her hands forward but held her burning, throbbing bottom in her hands. She nodded wildly.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!