Novels by Tawarriel

➳ Aerin, Queen of Agmysther“There must be something I can give to you.”I begged and I prayed, to spare my love from such a cruel demise. The King of Agmysther had no heart, no soul. He was as black as a night without stars.“What could you possibly give me?” His voice boomed through the room as he held me up by my throat, eyeing me as if I disgusted him. I had failed him, by loving another man.“More power?” I tried throwing him something he would be interested in, maybe I could offer him a spell or a brew that could make him happy, a reason to spare Viggo’s life.“I have everything I need.” He snarled. “And if I would want something else I would take it with a snap of my fingers.” He hissed against the skin of m

➳ Aerin, Queen of Agmysther“You will be married in a fortnight, Aerin.” My mother announced as she opened the letter that she received from the village of Agmysther.“Do I have any say in the matter?” I replied curtly, not letting my emotions take free reign. I was expected to listen to my parents and not disobey them.“Why would you?” She answered with a gasp. “You are to become Queen.”Our marriage wasn’t one of love, but of convenience. My parents were noblemen from the South and I had inherited my Druidic powers from a long line of female Druids in my ancestry.We all knew that what the King from Agmysther wanted was power. I fitted into

🐾 Alpha Jake Three years had passed since the dreadful attack from Selmor, and a peaceful time had come to the Grey Moon pack. The ancestor, Darach, the oak tree from Agmysther had been the only thing that remained in our Realm. Except for the Druid, Grendal and his wife’s body that stayed behind as well. We lost many pack members that day and had a proper rite burial by the magical oak tree that was now a part of our land. The magical powers from the Third Realm had left the area and hadn’t returned, which we all were grateful for. Our pack rebuilt and repaired damages in the following months after the war. We lost over twenty pack members and we tried our best to provide solace for their mates and children. It was hard, it always is after a battle, but this one took more away than we had bargained for. It took

🐾 Luna Pernwél The moment that I regained consciousness in Jake’s arms I knew there was something wrong with me; a piece missing. I didn’t feel the Awen flow through me anymore. I felt drained, like a current of energy had struck through me, leaving me empty. My eyes fluttered against Jake’s chest, he had shifted back into his human form to carry me and I couldn’t recall for a moment what had just happened. I opened my eyes to see the blue sky above our heads, the sight startled me and I tried to wriggle free from Jake’s arms. He wouldn’t have it and he clutched me closer to him. “How do you feel?” He spoke with a sad raspiness to his voice. His emotions of worry whipped around me, striking me with their icy shards. “I don’t know.” I responded, finding my own voice. “The l

🐾 Alpha Jake I never had encountered such creatures in my life as the ones that flanked Selmor in the back of the battle field. Pernwél invaded my thoughts over mindlink explaining that they were rare creatures from Agmysther, mountain giants from the North. My breathing cut inside my throat and I struggled to swallow the ball of nerves down. These creatures from another Realm, the mountain giants, had the colour of the earth and were bare with the exception of a cloth covering their loins. Their heads reached the highest tree tops and a shudder wacked through me in the realization that the battle had taken an enormous turn in our disadvantage. While the poisoned arrows were doing their work, I noticed from my peripheral that they didn’t do the giants much harm. It seemed like everything we threw at th

🐾 Beta DarrenPortals started opening on the far edges of the field, one by one, footsteps pummelled through the tall grass. Selmor’s army was here.Dark elves came through the various magical openings between our Realms, sprawled across the field in an organized manner. Tidy formations, like robots following their master’s orders, thundered through. The thudding of the metal boots against the moist surface from the strange rain reverberated through the area as they took their places in a rehearsed shape, forming a wall along the tree line.They looked exactly how Pernwél described them. Obscure metallic armour held together by leather straps around their bodies. They wore helmets making them look like carbon copies of one another. Darkness swirled around them, like they were part of it. Their swords hun