NARRATORHe and his weird little quirks."What are you doing here, and how do you know I want to go to the mountains?" Lavinia frowned slightly."I wasn't spying on you, if that's what you're worried about. I was looking for my sisters, and you don't have to be a genius to figure out you're interested in energy fields," Laziel replied, his sharp eyes gazing into the distance, where the sky looked strangely distorted."Well, when you put it that way..." I sound like an idiot.Lavinia twisted her lips a little.She was supposed to be the eldest here, yet this kid gave off the aura of a thousand-year-old man."If you're uncomfortable, I'll go alone...""No, wait, Laziel!" Lavinia stopped him just as he was about to turn his back on her. "I'm sorry for being so harsh. I'm just a bit anxious about all this, but yes, I'd really like to go with you."With you, it's a million times safer, especially if there are rogue specters around."I'll find my sisters first...""We’re already here. I kne
NARRATORSigrid quickly spotted her parents entwined in a dance.She watched in amusement as her father whispered something to her mother. She’d bet anything it was something indecent—her father was always so intense, especially when it came to loving his mate and family.She still remembered when he showed up at the palace with the three pups already in his arms, nearly giving the royal couple a heart attack, and Aldric wanting to kill Silas all over again.Blaming him for taking her out while she was that pregnant—even accusing him of trying to steal his grandchildren for himself.Just another typical day in King Lycan’s castle.They joined the other couples, chatting, joking, and having a good time."Uncle Zarek, you're still murdering the rhythm! You're a musical assassin!" Sigrid teased her mentor. Only she dared to do that.Between Zarek, Silas, and Laziel, it was a toss-up who could move their facial muscles the least in a day."Sigrid, don’t be mean! I’ve been trying to convin
NARRATOR All of them stood on the ledge. Nyx looked up at the sky above their heads; there was nothing to see, only a dense layer of darkness."I think we need to go through this cave. I couldn’t ascend any further with my portals," Lavinia informed them.There was an energy field floating above the mountain."Guys, I think the breach here is about to open," she said excitedly."Wait for my return," Laziel turned to command the massive blackened head that loomed behind him.A low hiss echoed from within the spectral mist.And so, with more recklessness than bravery, the new and powerful generation of supernatural beings ventured into the dark tunnel, now illuminated by magical lights conjured by Nyx."There are specters ahead. Stay alert. I’ll control them—I’ll go first," Laziel took the lead.With specters present, he was the best suited to handle them.As the faint glow at the end of the path grew closer, the prince's bad premonition deepened, but so did his curiosity.Something ex
NARRATORThe massive midnight-colored she-wolf, streaked with golden locks, sank her teeth viciously into the creature.Anyone would have thought her jaws would pass through nothingness. Brute force against something immaterial was a difficult battle.However, Lyra, like her siblings, was a special being with unique abilities.Aztoria, Lyra’s wolf, tore through the fragments of dark magic and devoured them, absorbing all the specter’s macabre energy—something neither an ordinary wolf nor a common Lycan could process in their body."These sons of bitches are pissing me off! Aahh!" Vicky roared, slashing deep wounds into both palms and pressing them against the ground.Her lips began to chant rapid, incomprehensible spells. The mountain trembled, the forest beneath them stirred.As her father’s daughter and a descendant of the dark prince Zarek, she was calling upon some of his undead to aid them in battle.It seemed the specters’ time was running out.However, that light... dancing in
THE NEW WORLDLYRAMy father always told us not to play with magic, that it was treacherous and unpredictable, but my siblings and I thought we were untouchable.Descendants of powerful lycans and Selenias, of Umbros, a creature born from the deepest hatred, we never feared the consequences… until now.My name is Lyra, a pure Alpha with black magic running through my veins. I fell into a vortex of energy and was separated from my siblings and family.I opened my eyes in the middle of a primitive jungle and was rescued by a wild, grumpy, and completely uncivilized werewolf.Although it sounds ridiculous after such a solemn introduction, right now that savage has me slung over his shoulder, carrying me through the trees without a hint of delicacy… and with my face practically kissing his ass."Hey, my stomach hurts. Please, I need to get down. I feel better now… Are you even listeni…!"BAM!"Aaah!" I let out a startled squeal as he suddenly threw himself off a hill, landing harshly befo
LYRA"It's not what it looks like, you were hurt and I…" My mind was spinning nonstop, I couldn’t even believe the amount of nonsense I was saying.He just kept looking at me, his frown growing deeper and deeper."What did you see?" His harsh and cold voice suddenly cut through the air."Can you understand what I’m saying?" I replied excitedly, worried he wouldn’t understand me since he hadn’t spoken at all.I tried to get up, to escape from this embarrassing situation, but his calloused hand grabbed my arm tightly."What did you see?" He asked again, his tone sharper and more dangerous this time."Just that you fought that animal and defeated it," I answered, pulling at my arm, though he was my mate, I didn’t like his threatening aura.I didn’t dare confess what I had discovered in his wolf."Can you smell me? You and I…""Shut up," he interrupted suddenly. I had forgotten how rude he could be, but his eyes quickly shifted to a direction, and my instincts also kicked in."Some peop
LYRA"We have to stop this!""Don't shout," he replied through clenched teeth, his dark eyes scanning the surroundings cautiously. "I don’t know who you are, but if you want to survive, follow the pack’s laws… or the next one on that pyre could be you."His words were so cold they cut through me like ice, his gaze piercing, full of storms.My chest tightened, I wanted to scream at him to stop being so indifferent, we were fated!But he simply turned his back and walked away through the huts.The agonized roar behind me sent a chill down my spine, and the smell of burning flesh filled my nostrils.I hesitated to turn around, knowing the barbarity I would witness."Don’t do it, Lyra. It’s horrible… don’t look," my wolf warned."I have to, Aztoria," I told her as I slowly turned. "I need to accept where we’ve ended up and what we’re up against."My silver eyes reflected the flames and the pain-twisted expression of that woman: an image that would never leave my memory.This continent wa
LYRA"Did the relapse happen in front of that woman? What do you know about her?" My heart started pounding when I heard her mention me.Through the narrow gaps, my eyes watched Drakkar, waiting for his response."No," he said firmly. "She knows nothing. I just found her in the middle of the jungle.""Is that so?" The healer eyed him for a few seconds, distrustful. "It’s fine if she didn’t notice your peculiarity. If she had, it would be a problem, and you’d have to eliminate her.""Miserable old hag. He’s not going to betray us." Aztoria was way too confident in him. Me? Not so much.We were complete strangers to Drakkar. He couldn’t even feel the bond. We had to get close to him, earn his trust."Here’s the medicine." She crushed some leaves in a stone mortar, and I kept my eyes on her, memorizing them.I was grateful for the strong scent of the herbs. It helped my power conceal me."Let it sit and chew it later." She wrapped the paste in a leaf."I don’t have to be an Alpha to know