Novels by Nikita Karou

I stare right at her, my breath catching. A part of me feels like this is impossible. After everything I’ve been through and all it took to get me here. There’s no way she’s real, but she is looking right at me, and I can’t seem to look away. Little Lucy isn’t so little anymore. Her body has filled in over the last five years. She’s got curves in all the right places. Her breasts are fuller, her ass is rounder, and she has a slim waist. She looks sexy, beautiful even. However, what has me most transfixed is her scar… It wasn’t there five years ago, and I can feel the raging storm inside of me spreading through me like hot lava. It made me wonder, who the FUCK hurt her?! Lucinda’s lips are slightly apart, her mouth hanging open like a fish out of water, but I can’t help to find it adorable. She may look different; however, she’s still the same Lucy from before. The same girl that stole my breath away years ago during Hunters Training. The day she volunteered to kick my ass. I had thoug

~Lucinda’s p.o.v.~A strong gust of wind whips through my hair that cascades down my back in a tangled mess. The sound of an ominous whistling breeze echoes around the forest as my feet race to my destination. Heavy breaths rush out of my lungs as I follow the scent of decaying flesh and bones. The putrid smell grows stronger as I push my way through thick foliage, stumbling out into the horrors of a raging battlefield. Piles of mangled corpses lay around the open field, and splatters of blood paint the ground the colour of death. Dark smog spreads through the air, making it harder for me to see anything within my sight. It is all I can see for miles upon endless miles, spanning out all over the clearing.I can feel my heart beating inside my chest, my panting lungs burn as I spin around in circles, scanning the horrifying scene. My eyes search for anything or anyone familiar. That is when something blurs past my vision and I spot the large wolf before me. He is huge, larger than any o

(THIS CHAPTER MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME READERS. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION. MENTIONS OF R*PE & AB*SE! P.S: Irie's name has been changed to Hesper.)~Lucinda’s p.o.v.~The air felt humid at this time of night. The forest was quiet as the only sounds to lull me to sleep were that of a hooting owl and thousands of chirping crickets. I curled my knees against my chest, lying on my side underneath the overgrown roots of a large oak tree. It wasn’t long before my eyes fluttered closed and my mind drifted away into the dark abyss where my nightmares await me. The ones that have haunted me for the past year since I left behind my family. At least I thought they were family, until they decided I was their enemy and put out a hit on my life.I had no idea how long I had been asleep but when my eyes opened next, it was due to a nearby startling noise. The piercing echo of a branch snapping underneath a heavy boot cut through the quiet forest, silencing the crickets and the hooting owl. My bod

~Lucinda’s p.o.v.~Fear. Ice cold fear, running through my veins and freezing my limbs. Turning my blood to frost. My breaths to fog. Fear is all I can feel, and pain. Lots of agonizing pain, spreading through every inch of my skin. I can hear my screams echoing off inside the walls of my mind, yet the sound does not escape from my lungs. The world does not quake at my feet from my screams, nor does it shatter through anyone’s eardrums. I am a silent statue, suffering in my own quiet agony. Not a soul can feel what I am feeling or know what I am experiencing.Everyone is staring at me, watching me with confused gazes and some with worried frowns. I can’t understand what is going on except for the pain and the fear. It is all I know. It is all that I am, in this moment. For some horrifying reason, I can’t even reme

~Lucinda's p.o.v.~*A year & 11 months later, age 17*When the clock strikes midnight, your fate will be changed in the most unexpected way. Be prepared for an unwelcome surprise.I am startled out of my sleep, heart palpitating in my eardrums as every person in the classroom is looking in my direction with wide eyes. Mrs Kane is standing at the front with her right hand placed over the left side of her chest. She blinks before clearing her throat. Then she lifts two fingers, pointing them at the door. I nod, standing up from my seat and following her out to the hallway. She scratches her arm, turning to face me as I close the classroom door behind us.“Lucinda, are you alright?” Mrs Kane asks.My heart is beating a frantic rhythm in my chest and I try not to let the panic show on my face. “Y-yes, I’m alright.”She tilts her head to the side, inspecting my fa

~Lucinda's p.o.v.~ *The Past, 4 years ago* Fate. Destiny. Karma. Dreams. My parents have instilled those four words and their meanings in my mind since I was young. At the ripe age of thirteen months old I could already say those words clear as day. The older I got, the more life lessons I was given. My mom, Phoebe, taught me that we should treat people how we wish to be treated. My dad, Evander, taught me that respect is earned, not handed out freely. I learned both those lessons the hard way. My mother is a compassionate, intelligent, and honest woman. She is also one of the bravest people that I have ever met. My father is more of a sophisticated type. He doesn't really show his feelings on the outside, but is still very protective and caring. We live in a large village near the southern climate states. Our village is called La Freccia d'Oro. It means the golden arrow. La Freccia d'Oro is the largest village of hunters in the United States, and the third

Hello, dearest readers!First, I want to say thank you to those who’ve stuck around and followed me from the Evil Unicorn platform. It’s been a bumpy ride, and not the fun kind ;). Second, I want to say thank you to the new readers I’ve acquired through here and hopefully more will follow in the future. …. About the future updates and what my plans are/schedule is. Here is the deal. When I left the Evil Unicorn Platform, I made some decisions that weren’t my own to help “gain more readers”. Because of this, I have lost my thought process for this book and now I have found my way into the centre of maze and can’t find my way out. So here’s what going to happen starting ASAP! I have been working in the background on rewriting/revising this story to MY original plans. I am not following the outsider’s, who led me in the wrong direction the first time, opinion. Instead, I will be following the path I laid out for myself. The straight and

{Merryn pov} Today flew by faster than it probably should. After changing into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, we left Gio's Pack Hospital, and he showed me around his Royal Pack territory. Which I discovered was called the Haze Mountain Pack. The name made sense because of the heavy fog that rolled in every morning, starting a few centuries ago after Giovanni's mother died. That bit of history was too tragic for my sensitive heart to overhear. Fortunately, Gio spared me the gory details and settled with, "It was an unfortunate consequence of war," and that was that. We travelled by foot during most of the trip. Gio stayed by my side the whole way. Whenever we would pass by an unfamiliar face, Gio stopped and introduced them to me and vice versa. There were too many names and faces to remember that I had already forgotten most of them. The only person I had not forgotten was the young warrior named Cameron, who happened to be the wolf I outsmarted during my race to freedom. That conve

Hello, loves!I want to thank you all so much for your patience. This past month has been hectic for me and I haven’t really had the time to sit and write a full chapter. Trust me, I’ve tried and failed about a million times. Life just kept getting in the way. Fortunately, all is handled and back to normal. I have been rereading my work and going through it, making a few changes, and fixing any mistakes I find along the way. Nothing too drastic but feel free to reread if you need a refresher. I am shooting for an update as soon as possible. I promise! Again, thank you for your patience and for giving my book a chance. I sincerely apologize for the delay but edits are resuming!Love,Nikita Karou 💜~PS > I changed Esmeralda’s name to Merryn. My edits will show her new name from the beginning and here on it. !!!!UPDATE!!!! Hello, Loves! All of the edits are complete, and I have the next chapter coming for you all tonight! I am so excited to be all caught up! *HAPPY DANCE* :D

{Giovanni's pov} Closing my eyes, I tightened my hold on Esmeralda’s waist. She felt tiny, almost fragile, while wrapped in my embrace. Time had barely passed, yet her tears had already soaked my shirt. The sense of wanting to protect her was more substantial than any other need I possessed. Even the urge to go and obliterate that vampire vermin who put his hands on my mate permanently from existence. She was the only thing keeping me grounded. Her scent permeated my very being, bringing forth the tranquil memories of those summer days spent on the beach during my youth. Those bittersweet moments were rare after my mother passed, peaceful in their own right. Now, with my mate clinging to my form, those memories enveloped me as her scent of sea breeze, and tropical flora subdued the two raging animal sides of me. Merryn, sweet and guileless, trembling in my arms like an injured bird. And the one feeling truly helpless was me. After some time, I could tell she had calmed down because

{Merryn's pov} After stating that he wanted to go over some questions with me, Giovanni carefully removed me from his lap and left the room to get us some clean, dry clothes. I waited about ten minutes until I heard the light tapping noise coming from the other side of the door to my room. Before I could stand up from the bed and get to the door, Giovanni's tall and muscular form filled the doorway. He entered the room in one swift movement, and I noticed that he was now wearing a pair of black sneakers, dark blue jeans with stylish rips in the knees, and a long-sleeved light grey shirt. The shirt clung tightly to his sinewy body, making those deliciously thick biceps, broad chest, and sculpted abs appear more defined even through the fabric. It wasn't until I heard the deep, rich, and throaty chuckle escape him that I realized I had been caught gawking at his sinfully gorgeous body. My tongue inadvertently darted out of my mouth to wet my lips that had gone dry during my intense

{3rd person pov} The sound of expensive suede shoes clicking against the marble floor echoed throughout the castle. The man moved with so much grace and elegance, seeming to float as he approached the pile of ashes scattered in the corner of the room. His black dress pants clung to his thick, muscular legs as he crouched beside the ashes, scooping a pile of them into the palm of his hand. “Gilipollas.” (idiot) He growled, glaring down at the ash bank. He tilted his hand, letting the ashes fall to the floor and join the rest of the pile. “Oh well. There are plenty of witches,” he shrugged as he stood up and folded his arms across his chest. Just as he spoke those words, a flash of purple light appeared before him. Black smoke oozed out from the light; from it, a woman materialized in front of the man. She wore a long, plum-colored lace negligee that glided down her tall, slender body and made her pale skin look almost translucent white. Her dark, silky silver hair cascaded down her