Novels by Lucy.m.n

A day had already passed, but Alina was yet to calm down. She hadn't been able to get any sleep the previous night. Technically, she always had a hard time sleeping, but last night it had been worse. Each time she closed her eyes, she was forced to relive yesterday's experience. And she knew quite well that she could have easily lost her life. All the effort she had out into hiding would have all been for nothing. She placed the small space of her shack. It was impossible for anyone to find out she was there. That little place had been her home for the past three years, despite the fact that it was basically falling apart. But the important thing was that she had a roof over her head. Hidden in the deep depths of the Forest of Skulls. The name itself waded everyone off. According to the entire kingdom, that entire forest was cursed and all sorts of strange spirits roamed free. But Alina had never come across any such thing in all her years of living there so she had come to the conc

Since their birth, Hunter and Havoc Hargreave had made it clear to the world that they had individual characters. That their views on the world differed on almost every ground. Havoc was loud, outspoken and reckless while Hunter put thought and consideration into everything he said and did. Like light and the darkness, they contrasted each other....but one could not survive without the other. It wasn't simply because they were twins bound by blood, but rather because they had always been there to look out for each other. In their own unique ways, they both had flaming spirits, Hunter's might have been calmer than Havoc's but that didn't make him any less untamed. They could both jump off cliffs and ride the wind, but the only difference was that while Hunter would ensure he had a parachute on securely, Havoc would prefer to test how low he could go before fate took over. If it came down to it, they'd be more than ready to both kill and die for each other. That was an unspoken truth

Hunter watched from his bedroom window as Havoc ran through The Lenter's wide gates in tiger form. It wasn't anything surprising though, his twin did have a tendency of doing exactly what he wasn't supposed to. They had been instructed by their father to sort out a certain issue that morning, but as expected, Havoc had been nowhere to be seen. Heading over to the desk on the corner of his room, Hunter sat down and began going through some paperwork. The kingdom was currently undergoing a sort of crisis and his father wanted him to manage it before it goth out of hand. Apparently some of the shifters had decided to engage in illegal trade. Had it been something like drugs, he'd have handled it quickly, but it wasn't. It was rather lives that were being traded. Lower class shifters being sold off as if they didn't have any significance. He'd been working on the issue for about a week and had found some leads and information which he was going to follow up on later tonight. His father ha

The 'wild one' they called him. The unhinged twin. His brother's parallel opposite, or his personal favorite, 'The dark Prince'. Much like his name, Prince Havoc had a certain reputation that preceded him. He had never been quite fond of rules, but unlike most unruly beings, he didn't break them...he rather forgot of their existence altogether. Which was exactly why he had, for the very first time, decided to tour that specific part of the kingdom. His father prohibited every shifter from associating themselves with the witches, said they were unpredictable maniacs who'd seize any chance they got to cause chaos. But Havoc had disregarded that warning and gone there anyway, perhaps because his father described the witches much the same way other beings described him. He had however given them the benefit of doubt, but the sight he'd stumbled upon proved that his father hadn't been trying to blind them with false information. Because why else would almost the entire market be shouting

With a tight grip on the hood covering her head, Alina forced her way past the crowd of people. Being an official trading day, the market was full of beings trying to buy and sell in an attempt to make ends meet. The last time she had been there had been about a month past. If it were up to her, she'd have never treaded on that towns ground, but she had run out of supplies so the situation could not be helped. She was careful though, history had taught her the importance of caution. She kept her profile hidden and didn't dare to look at anyone in the eye. Because in a place full of outcasts, she was the greatest outcast of them all. She stopped by a fruit vendor and with her eyes strictly on the goods, she started to select some. Mangoes were in season and she was glad since they were her favorite. " Did you hear? The witches in the east plain were driven out of their homes, " " Who hasn't heard about that? Apparently those ratchet shifters want to build a winery, "" Sad isn't it