Novels by citizenny

In all my dreams of being surrounded by wolves, which had haunted me since the murder of my parents, never once had those wolves been mechanicalmonsters.It turned out that reality was more terrifying than nightmares, who knew? Except perhaps the shifters had known all along that single skins had beastshidden within them as well, even if they only ever showed one face.The back of my throat was sticky with sweat in the sweltering heat of the Justice Chamber, and my heart thundered. My Charms and Anthony formed a defensive circle around me, when Moon pushed his brother behind him. The wind from Mischief’s violently beating wings gusted across my cheeks like breath.The mechanical wolves growled.I moved, as they prowled closer. Their eyes glowed, just like Moon’s, yet freakishly wrong. They wore loosely over their bronze backs the white pelts of the real murdered Alphas, as if they were wolves try

I hunched my shoulders, staring blankly back at where the House of Heights had once stood and the terrible visions from the past that Siobhanny had shown me.Now, there was only rubble with the bones of beams and floorboards jutting out.I glowered at mangled remains of the metal cage from the Discipline Cellar.Holy hell, my Charms had witnessed the atrocities committed by my ancestors. How could they be lying here with me snuggled on the lawns? How could Jeremy be running his gloved hand up and down with teasing touches between my tits, until I thought that I’d growl at him just to caress my aching nubs, for the sake of Hecate?“I’m not the same as them,” I said in a small voice. “I’m not my great-grandmother or my mother.”I could sense that my guys had stilled but I didn’t dare look over at them. “Oh, but you are, sorceres

Trapped beneath the heights sea of the ceiling in the Discipline Cellar, I stared wildly, as it bulged above Siobhanny’s head, then birthed a gilded angel whosewings beat with furious magic.Holy hell, it was Mischief in truly godly form who hovered above Siobhanny. I realized that I’d never seen him acting the archduke before and sparking with righteous rage.It was scorching-hot.Yet why had he held back when we’d been fighting? And how much was it costing him to rescue us now? Unless, you know, he had more of a plan than to fright Siobhanny into letting us go?My jerremy wrenched at the shackles around King, battling against the dark magic that bound him and hissing at its sting. King twisted in his chains to dodge the dripping heights, when Jeremy and Moon snatched up paddles to hold over his shoulders and protect him.Yep, I didn’t miss the irony of the

I stepped alone into the middle of a war. Only, there was no rattle of gunfire, boom of explosions, or thunder of tanks. Instead, there was an eerie red that swallowed the world like it’d been transformed to Mars, which consumed even the sky. My own red cocooned itself around me, as if it could protect me from the jerremy shadows in this past memory that washed over the ancient woodsand the banks of the Thames.Huh, that was what it was like to know that you’d only been a kid playing with your powers because these shadows that stormed with fury were my jerremy shadows at their most terrifying.They were the jerremy tide and boy, were they not being controlled.I paled, pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes like that would end the horror of the scene, but when I pulled my hands away again, nothing had changed: my great-grandmother was still alone on the hill beside the Thames, decimating the werewolves.S

Dazed, I stared at the smoldering bed and scorched walls of my bedroom, which had now been transformed into a battleground.I clutched Zhen, as he hugged my throat. He growled at Siobhanny, even though she was still hiding from sight.Siobhanny was the essence of the House of Heights and every Wolve Winner who’d come before me. She wouldn’t kill one of the Wolve Winner line, right? Unless, I’d pissed off my ancestors enough with my modernization of their customs because let’s face it: their traditions sucked.My uncle had often faced opposition when he’d modernized his company.But then, he’d never risked burning.I watched as my Charms warily prowled to their feet. Anthony draggedMischief to the corner of the room, since his burst of flight had exhausted him.Moon held out his hand to me, helping me to my

I was a Wolve Winner, sprawled in bed with three Claimed werewolves, an angel, and a god. But honestly, all I cared about was the guy I loved who laynext to me like he’d been cursed under a wicked sorceres’s spell.And I was the sorceres who’d poisoned him.Except, this wasn’t a fairy tale because in a fairy tale, Moon would awake on a kiss.I pressed my mouth more firmly to Moon’s mouth like this kiss would count as our first one, and it’d stir him back to life. Although, I knew that it wouldn’t count as our first kiss because Moon couldn’t feel it, and it had no magical powers to awaken him.I still imagined Moon’s arms raising to clasp around my throat, as his amber eyes fluttered open to stare into mine with love, loyalty, and wonder at our kiss, when his tongue pushed up to press between my parted mouth with equal de