Novels by Xanne

“How did you know me?” I asked again, my eyes narrowing as I scrutinized the man before me. His expression was calm, his movements deliberate as he approached.“Harold already informed us about you,” he said, his voice steady, betraying no emotion. “What are you doing here?”I tensed, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. Before I could respond, a familiar voice rang out from behind him. “You don’t need to keep your guard up with him.”I turned swiftly, relief and confusion mixing in my chest as I saw my master. “Master? What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?”“Because of him,” Master replied, pointing to a figure sprinting toward us. His hair was a fiery red, his eyes sharp and cunning like a fox’s. My heart lurched. It was Red.The world seemed to blur as I stood there, frozen. Then, without thinking, I found myself running toward him. Tears blurred my vision as I threw my arms around him, holding him tight. “Thank you… Thank you for being alive,” I whispered, my

“Therefore, we can conclude that Harold and Eli are our grandparents,” Henry declared, his voice steady yet laden with a gravity that resonated through the room like the toll of a distant bell.The room fell into a stunned silence. It was the kind of silence that seemed to expand, pressing against the walls, heavy with the weight of the revelation. I exchanged a glance with Allyson, her brow furrowed in concern, a mirror to the apprehension churning in my chest.Helix shifted uneasily, breaking the stillness with a cough. “By the way,” he ventured, his voice slicing through the tension like a dull knife, “where’s Master?”Allyson straightened in her chair, brushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear. Her voice was taut with worry. “She’s with the Red Foxes,” she replied, “but... I haven’t heard from her yet.”Henry’s words lingered in the air, casting long shadows over the afternoon. Conversation waned, the heavy Victorian walls of the house seeming to absorb our unease. Its khaki

My mother stiffened, her fingers tightening around the edge of my bed. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the wooden frame, her body visibly tensing. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice brittle as dry leaves. Her eyes darted toward Savienne, searching for something, anything, that might soften the blow of what she had just heard. “We can’t just—”“What do you mean, Savienne?” My father’s voice thundered over hers, cutting through the tense air like a blade. He stepped forward, his towering frame dominating the small hospital room. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had gone pale. “You can’t drop a bomb like that and expect us to just accept it!” His voice cracked with fury, but there was something else—something raw—lurking beneath the surface. Fear?Savienne didn’t flinch. She turned to face him fully, her silver hair catching the harsh fluorescent light. Her steely gaze bore into his, unyielding. “She’s been marked,” she said, her tone sharp and matter-o

The darkness pressed in like a suffocating shroud, wrapping around me with an almost tangible weight. Each step forward felt like wading through thick, invisible sludge. My legs trembled, threatening to give way as the void stretched endlessly in every direction. My breath came in ragged gasps, loud in the oppressive silence, my heartbeat a frantic drumbeat echoing in my ears.I tried to call out, but my voice faltered, strangled by some unseen force. A choking panic bubbled in my throat, clawing to get out. That’s when the voice came. “It’s all your fault!” The words hit me like a blade to the chest, sharp and cold. I froze, spinning around wildly. My eyes darted through the inky blackness, desperate to find the source. “Who’s there?” I managed to croak, my voice barely audible. Silence. Then, the voice erupted again, harsher, angrier. “We know you called them! That’s why we died, you hypocrite!” It was Leo. His voice was unmistakable, and suddenly, he was there—standing befor

The moment I saw the three familiar figures descending like apparitions from the sky, I froze. It felt like the world around me came to a standstill. The blood-soaked battlefield, the chaos of the burning village—all of it blurred as I focused on them. My siblings. "Where did you come from?" I asked, my voice shaking with a mixture of disbelief and relief. Allyson, her snow-white hair glinting faintly in the moonlight, surveyed the carnage. Her sharp, calculating gaze missed nothing. "Well..." she began, clearly unsettled by the destruction. "We’ll talk about that later." "We were just training when—bam!—a blinding light, and here we are," Helix chimed in, his eyes darting between our parents, the wolves, and me. His tone was casual, but his body was tense, ready for action. "So, what’s this?" Henry stepped forward, his movements precise and deliberate, as always. "We’ve been tracking you ever since you disappeared almost two months ago," he explained. His piercing gaze shifted to

Several weeks had passed since my ordeal ended. Life in the village had found a fragile rhythm, though mistrust still lingered like a shadow. The villagers' wary acceptance of my master and me was tenuous at best. Each day, Red escorted me to a hidden spot deep within the forest, where the children gathered for lessons. It wasn’t much—a clearing surrounded by towering trees that formed a natural barrier—but it was ours. The sun rose sluggishly, its soft golden light bathing the makeshift classroom in warmth, as if reluctant to disturb the peace.The children were already waiting, some eager, others simply present because of their loyalty to Red. One girl, small and wide-eyed, raised her hand, her innocent curiosity piercing through the silence. "What is a dream, Anne?" she asked, her voice so soft it was almost swallowed by the rustle of leaves.I knelt beside her, meeting her gaze. It was hard to answer a question like that, knowing the world they faced. Not all the children trusted m