Novel-novel oleh Jay Miracool

Aiden and his men clashed fiercely with Leo's warriors. The sound of fists hitting flesh and the clang of claws echoes through the night. Aiden moved swiftly, striking down anyone who came near him. His strength was unmatched, but the numbers were against him.Leo stood back, watching the fight with cold eyes. A twisted smile played on his lips as she saw his men overpowering Aiden’s men one by one. Soon, only Aiden remained.Despite being alone, Aiden refused to back down. He had already taken down dozens, his movements sharp and precise, but the endless wave of enemy wore him down. Though he breathed heavily and his muscles ached, he didn't stop fighting.Leo's men surrounded him, moving in from every direction. Two of them threw a thick chain around his arm, another around his legs. Aiden struggled but more chains came. They pulled tight, dragging him to the ground. He tried to break free but the weight of the chains and the force of the guards holding them pinned him in place.Leo

Leo stood in his room, his hands clenched into fists as he stared blankly at the wall. His mind raced when the thoughts of the fight. The shame of losing to Aiden, openly, burned inside him, twisting his pride into rage.The door suddenly flew open with a loud creak. Alpha Eric stepped inside, his face was cold with anger. His sharp gaze pierced through the room as he slammed the door shut behind him.“What was that?” His voice sounded harsh. “You had the upper hand! How then did you lose to him?”Leo remained quiet, refusing to answer. Eric took a step closer, his frustration growing.“What did you do? You cheated, right?$ he hissed. “I know you did. You poisoned him—and still, you lost.”Leo didn't flinch. His heart pounded harder. “Answer me!” Eric snapped, raising his hand. Before Leo could react, a sharp slap struck his face, the sting echoing through the room.Leo slowly turned his head back to face his father, his eyes burning with anger. He had endured enough—his father's dis

Eric leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing. “Go on,” he allowed, his tone curious.Aiden didn't pause. “If I win against Leo,” he smiled. “I will take Lucy, the maid that held my hands back there with me.”For a moment, there was silence. The words hung heavy in the air, and the crowd exchanged confused glances. No one had expected such a demand, especially not for a maid. Isabella, who had been sitting quietly, stood up in an instant. A wide smile stretched across her face as excitement flashed in her eyes. If Aiden won and took Lucy away, it would solve everything. Lucy would no longer be a threat to her. But then, is it the best option… what would happen with her and Leo? She thought. And as for Leo, the request struck a nerve. His smile faded as he marched toward his father. Leaning close to Eric, he lowered his voice, hoping no one else would hear.“Don't agree to it,” he hissed frustration clear in his tone. “You can't let him take her.”Alpha Eric remained still for a mome

Aiden moved fast, charging straight at Leo. His fist swung towards him but Leo was quicker. He dodged Aiden's punch and struck back with a hard blow to his side. Without giving him a chance to recover, Leo landed another punch on his chest, then his ribs, hitting him from every direction.Each strike pushed Aiden back, weakening him more. Leo's eyes gleamed with victory as he spun and delivered a powerful hook to Aiden's jaw. The force lifted Aiden off his feet. His body twisted in the air before he crashed to the ground with a heavy thud.Dust rose where he fellz and the sound echoed across the field. He landed close to where Lucy and Marie stood. Lucy's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at his body. Around her, the crowd roared in excitement.Their voices filled the air, chanting Leo's name over and over again. Some clapped, others cheered loudly, praising their future Alpha.Eric leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smile. He clapped his hands together, proud of his son

The field was crowded with pack members. The full moon hung high above, casting a pale glow over the open space. Excitement and tension filled the air as everyone waited. But the one person they had expected—Luna Ava— was still not there. Murmurs spread through the crowd, quiet questions hanging without answers. Alpha Eric sat at the head of the gathering, his face calm but his fingers drumming lightly against the arm of his chair. His sharp gaze swept over the field, but there was no sign of her. The longer he waited, the heavier the silence became.A figure moved toward him—a guard, stepping close enough that only Eric could hear. He bent his head and whispered something quickly. Whatever the words were, they made Eric's expression tighten. He gave a slow nod before standing up, his towering form commanding everyone's attention. The noise faded as the pack focused on him. “The Luna will not be joining us anymore.” his voice rang out. “There are matters to be handled elsewhere and

Evening settled iber the pack, casting a warm glow as the sun dipped low behind the distant hills. The air buzzed with energy—laughter echoed through the open fields, the scent of roasted meat drifted from the kitchen and every wolf seemed eager for the celebration that would soon begin. Lanterns hung from the trees, flickering softly as pack members hurried about, preparing for the night ahead.Meanwhile, Leo stood near a pole inside the main hall, his sharp gaze scanning the royals, the elders and other representatives from other packs. He had been searching for Ethan, but there was no sign of him. Frustration flickered in his chest as he swept his eyes across the familiar faces—men in black exchanging quick words, young wolves chasing one another in playful bursts, the elders speaking quietly among themselves—but not the one person he needed to see.He sighed quietly, shifting his focus toward the center of the hall. And there he was, that was when he noticed him—Aiden.He was dres

The air was thick with tension before the first wounded guard even appeared at the edge of the clearing, approaching the main gate. A roar of noise erupted as several of Ryker's warriors stumbled into the pack grounds, their bodies battered and bleeding.Some clutched their sides, others leaned heavily on their comrades, their once-proud uniforms now stained with dirt and blood. Their ragged breathing and the scent of blood sent a ripple of unease through those who gathered.Ryker was already moving before he could process the shock. His heart pounded against his ribs as he pushed past the others, his gaze scanning the returning warriors, assessing the extent of their injuries. Beside him, Rowan's face darkened with concern and even Celeste—looked unsettled.“What happened?” Ryker's voice came sharp and commanding but none of the injured guards could answer immediately. Their exhaustion was too great and their wounds too severe.“I couldn't find any of you. But I'm glad you're back….”

Ryker paced back and forth in his chamber, his mind tangled in the past. The walls around him felt too close. His ribs didn't ache as before. He was now fit to go about.But he could not, the pain that lingered in his chest had lingered in his chest held him down. It was an old wound, deeper than claw marks or broken bones—one that never truly healed.He had once thought fate had given him a gift.The day he learned Eirlys was his mate, something had lit up inside him. He had been raised to believe in strength and power, in the bond that tied gated mates together. And when his gaze had first locked onto her, he had known. She was meant for him.He had been overjoyed.He could still remember that moment—the way his pulse had quickened, the way his wolf had stirred with a certainty he had never felt before. She had been standing before him, fragile yet unbroken.And not had been fleeting. Whispers had started almost immediately, murmurs that slithered through the pack like poison. At f

The past had a way of creeping in when she least expected it. No matter how much she tried to bury it, no matter how many times she convinced herself she had moved in, it still clung to her like a shadow, refusing to let go.Eirlys walked alone through the corridors of the packhouse, her fingers brushing against the cool stone walls as her mind drifted back—back to a time when she had nothing. No home. No freedoms. No name, only a whispered reminder of who she used to be before everything was stripped from her.She could still feel the cold chains around her wrists. She could still hear the laughter of her captors, their voices taunting her as they shoved her down into the dirt. The Tyrant's pack—The Dreadhowl pack had been ruthless, showing no mercy to those they deemed beneath them. She had been nothing to them—a prisoner, a slave, a thing to be used and discarded.For months, she endured it. The hard labor, the punishment, the endless cycle of torment designed to break her spirit.

Ryker exhaled sharply, shifting slightly against the pillows as he tried to sit up but the sudden pain in his ribs made him pause. His eyes, still intense despite his exhaustion, bore into Eirlys as he spoke.“Are you not going to answer the question?” he clicked his tongue. “Is that really it? Was it because you're not fast enough or there was something else?”“There was nothing else… there couldn't have been something else and you know it.” she said immediately.Ryker gulped and nodded his head. “Yeah, you're right. There couldn't have been something else but it doesn't matter,” he responded. “Even if you weren't fast enough, you could have at least tried to run. Instead of standing there, waiting to be killed.”Eirlys lowered her gaze, her fingers gripping the edge of the chair she sat on. She didn't argue—because he was right. She hadn't moved. She hadn't even thought about running. And because of that, Ryker had thrown himself in front of her, taking the hit that was meant for he

Eirlys walked hurriedly through the packhouse halls, the scent of fresh herbs clinging to her fingers as she clutched the bundle tightly against her chest. The infirmary had been quiet save for the hushed voices of the healers, but her mind had been anything but. Ryker's injuries weren't just injuries, they were deep. And she had gathered the best herbs she could find—ones to speed up the healing.Her heart pounded as she rounded the corner and her thoughts were so preoccupied that she barely noticed the figure in front of her until it was too late. She soon collided into someone, the impact jarring her and instantly, she instinctively reached out to steady her balance.“Well, well,” a familiar, saccharine voice crooned.Eirlys froze. It was Celeste.The blonde took a slow step back, her icy blue eyes flickering over the herbs in Eirlys's arms before settling on her with a knowing smirk. “Let me guess,” she mused, tilted her head slightly. “You're off to play nursemaid to my mate?”E

Eirlys barely felt the scorching sun as she rode through the rays of light that shone through the trees, her breath coming in quick gasps. She gripped the reins tightly as she led the horse forward at a relentless pace. Every time she risked a glance behind her, her heart clenched at the sight of Ryker slumped in the saddle of the other horse, barely conscious. He wasn't the one controlling the ride—he was too weak for that.His body swayed dangerously with every gallop, his breathing labored and his stormy gray eyes barely open.“Hold on,” she whispered. “Just a little longer, Ryker. Stay with me.”But he didn't respond. He slightly opened his eyes and smiled at her.As they neared the pack's borders, the looming gates came into view and Eirlys screamed out.“Help! Someone—help us!”Her voice echoed through the stillness of the day. She sounded desperate.At first, there was only silence. Then—in the next second, there was movement. Figures emerged from the gates, guards rushing for

Abel walked slowly thinking about what Roy would do to them after the betrayal. Though it wasn't his fault but yet he could have stopped it for happening but was not strong enough to stop Eric and his Father. He walked slowly, putting one foot in front of the other in an attempt to meet with his Father. He got to the doorstep of his Father and stood there. He knocked and without waiting for a response from the inside of the room, he barged in and shut the door behind him. He looked at his Father who sat on a wheelchair with his back turned against him. He lost his leg during a fight with a few of the werewolves. He was the one to take the war to them with a few of the hunters. He shouldn't have been the one to lose his legs that night but he eventually did after he tried to save Taylor. They were ambushed as it wasn't what they were expecting. At first they thought they were winning the fight not until a few other wolves came out of nowhere and attacked them from every coners. It w

Roy sat inside the van at the back while Abel sat right next to him and Eric right at his front. Eric spied on him through the mirror that was hanging right above him. Though Roy noticed him but was less concerned about that. He head was raised high up with his eyes closed. L He lingered upward on his seat when the Van climbed on a large stone. He opened his eyes as he noticed the Van had stopped."We are here... but you won't alight here... we'll be going straight to meet him," Abel said to him. He looked up and made a sudden eye contact with Eric whose eyes was fixed on him. Abel knew that Eric did not support his alliance with Roy but Abel understood Roy and thought about it, placing himself in his shoes. He figured out he would also do the same if he should put himself in Roy's position. "I hope he hears you out but you should know... you'll have to fight him and he is experienced in this, it's not going to be easy," He said "I hope it won't be easy," Eric said immediately Abel

Liam rode on his horse, crushing through the forest as he made way for the Blackpool pack. Roy had told him to get back and get Cara to be on her way as he would have set things right before she arrives. That was part of his plan as he thought of hiding her amongst the hunters. It was the only option he have and the only one that could save Cara and the baby. Since the pack was not a safe place for them, not even in the city but being in the midst of the hunter would be a much better option.The werewolves, even though they had abilities were all scared to cross their boundary and attack the hunters, knowing that many of them would die at the hand of the hunters. They had never once taken the fight to them. He believed that if he could only get them to see from his point of view, there will be no reason to go to war.The baby would be the one who o stir up the war but if she would not be there for everyone to fight over her, then no war could be started. Liam crossed the path which th

"We have to go... we have to catch up with them," Roy said immediately Abel finished with his words. "This must have happened while I was gone... It wasn't here when I passed by," Liam said and took a brief look at Roy. "Something must be going on in the city... we have to hurry," He added."No, we have to find the hunters," Roy said immediately."And do what... kill them," Abel said and rushed right in front of Roy to stop him. He had not a slight fear in him when he heard the words Roy uttered. Liam wanted to grab him and pushed him away but Roy stopped him, knowing he was fighting for those he cared about."I feel what you feel Abel... Did you notice your reaction," He asked and sighed. "You were not even scared of me despite the fact that you were always scared... what gave you the confidence," He asked and smiled. He took a few steps closer to Abel."You had your courage because you're trying to protect your people," Roy said and took a deep breath in. "You could see why I woul

Not long after that Roy had taken his leave from the spot which he had his fight with the werewolf alongside Liam and Abel, he stopped when he sighted a thick fog of smoke that went up into the sky a little distance from them as it was eight ahead of them. Liam and Abel who were right behind him also halted as they saw what he had seen. "What is this.... this might be another trap," Liam said and rode his horse closer to Roy so that he was right beside him. "I know... it might, most of them knows that I'm away from the pack since there were intruders in the pack," He said to Liam and looked away after which he had took a brief look at him."We don't know what will be waiting for us on the other side... it's difficult to see through it," Liam said, waiting to hear from Roy about what he thought they could do. "We could use him... the human," He suggested but at that moment, Roy refute his opinion and made it known to him that Abel can't be hurt as he had choosen to trust him despite

Roy held the wolf which had spoken for the rest of his pack after which he smashed him down on the ground. He landed another punch right on his face and in no time, turned his head to notice Liam after which he heard the sound of his voice. He sighed Liam already thrown down on the floor with the side of his head bleeding, profusely. Roy got up to help him out. He ran into their midst without hesitation with the three of them surrounding him. He fought them so hard, piercing them with his claws. He got hold of one of them and threw him hard to the ground. He was struck by one of them right on his lower back, causing him to lose his balance. The three of them rushed at him all at once, leaving him at the middle. They slashed their hands trying to cut him with their claws. He defended himself, griping them one after the other and hitting them hard with his palm. He could have killed them, piercing them with his claws and be done with them once and for all but he choose not to, knowing

Davina's POV I immediately straightened up, my heart pounding in my chest as I took a shaky step back. “How are you talking?” My voice came out as a whisper, my throat became suddenly dry. “I mean… how are you so—so advanced? Are you, like, some kind of upgraded model or something?”The guy's brows furrowed, confusion flashing across his striking gray-blue eyes. He looked at me like I had just spoken in an alien language. “What?” His voice was deep and slightly hoarse.I waved my hands in front of his face, making slow, exaggerated motions, the way people did when testing if a robot could recognize gestures. “Can you understand this? Do you have voice recognition? Or—oh! Are you programmed to respond to commands?”For a second, he just stared. Then, his entire expression shifted in outrage.“What the hell are you doing?” he snapped, his voice rising. “I'm not a robot! I'm real, you lunatic!”I barely had time to register his words before my survival instinct kicked in. Every muscle

Davina's POV By the time I reached home, my thoughts were still tangled in knots. I slammed the door shut behind me, flipping on the light. The house was eerily quiet, just as I expected. Dad wasn't home. He was probably working late again, which meant I had the place to myself.That was good. That was what I wanted. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Maybe later but definitely not tonight.I marched straight to my room, my mind replaying the betrayal over and over again. Casper and Jules. I still couldn't believe it. And then, there was Shannon. UrghWithout thinking, I flung my bag across the room. It hit the floor with a dull thud and I was about to collapse onto my bed—But then, I froze. My breath hitched in my throat. Because there was someone already in my bed.A guy. A shirtless guy.What the—f*ckI staggered back, my chest lingering and it was obvious. Who the hell was he? How did he even get in?My brain went into a state of deep thinking. My bed. My freaking bed. And a half-

Davina's POV I couldn't stay there any longer. And the laughter still rang in my ears as I grabbed my things and hurried out of the cafeteria. My hands clenched around my notebook, the pages slightly crumpled from how tightly I was holding it.I felt like my chest was about to burst open from the embarrassment. How could I have let that happen?Shannon humiliated me in front of the entire school, and I just stood there, frozen, like a complete idiot.I bit the inside of my cheek—hard and willing the burning in my eyes to hide away. Crying over this would just make me feel even more pathetic.I needed to find Casper and Jules.They were supposed to join me at the table. They had said they would. But when I looked around during dinner, they weren't there. I had sat alone, surrounded by couples and humiliated, while my best friends were nowhere to be found.The halls were mostly empty now, only a few students lingering by their lockers. My sneakers scuffed against the tile floor as I ma

Davina's POV The big cafeteria buzzed with laughter, indistinct chatters filled the air, coming from the four corners of the big hall, alongside the warm scent of lasagna.Dinner night at school was meant to be a cheerful event, but for me, it felt like just another reminder that I was alone.It was my eighteenth birthday but no one knew. I sat at a table meant for four, but the empty chairs around me only highlighted the fact that I was, yet again, a party of one. My tray sat in front of me, untouched, as I absently pushed a fork through a lump of mashed potatoes. The steady hum of conversations around me was like a distant echo, words blending into one another.Everywhere I looked, there were couples—girls leaning into their dates, laughing at whispered jokes and their hands brushing against each other in effortless, casual intimacy.It all seemed like everyone had someone else. No, they actually had someone. Everyone except me.I adjusted my glasses, pushing them up the bridge of