Novels by Vickie

The room was cloaked in an air of hushed anticipation as the Lunari delicately unfurled the parcel, its contents bearing the weight of fate itself. It was a moment she had known would come, a premonition that had settled in the depths of her being long before the package arrived. The letters from the royal capital were like echoes from a distant realm, carrying news that could only mean one thing - the alpha king, the cornerstone of their world, had breathed his last.As she traced the elegant script with her eyes, a solemn understanding washed over her. This missive from the crown prince was a harbinger of change, a signal that the tides of power were shifting, leaving them in an uncharted sea. She couldn't help but wonder about the implications, the intricate dance of politics and destiny that would unfold in the wake of this revelation.Beside the royal decree, an unopened letter from her father, the Duke, sat in patient repose. Its presence seemed to pulse with a quiet insistence,

The council room was steeped in an eerie silence, broken only by the soft echo of the crown prince's chilling words. The atmosphere hung heavy with tension, each person present acutely aware of the gravity of the situation. The crown prince's eyes bore into the assembled councilmen, his gaze unwavering, demanding answers.As the room held its breath, a faint shiver passed through the air. The flickering torchlight cast long, menacing shadows across the marble floor, amplifying the sense of foreboding that permeated the space. The scent of blood, thick and metallic, clung to the air, a stark reminder of the violent act that had just transpired.The crown prince's voice cut through the stillness, sharp and commanding, as he addressed the room. His words hung in the air, charged with a potent mix of anger and sorrow. The weight of his grief was palpable, a heavy burden that now rested squarely on his shoulders.A cold wind swept through the chamber, rattling the windows and causing the f

The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. It was only logical for the council members to assume that the crown prince's clenched grip on his sword was fueled by a burning desire for vengeance against his father's assailant. They were caught in a precarious balance between self-preservation and the looming threat of Luna's wrath, knowing that any move they made could tip the scales one way or the other.As he advanced, each step seemed to reverberate with an icy resolve, a demeanor they had never witnessed before in the young prince. Their apprehension grew, their hearts pounding in anticipation of the impending confrontation. They braced themselves for the worst, their minds racing to fathom the depths of the tragedy that had befallen their kingdom. Yet, before they could fully grasp the gravity of the situation, the crown prince closed the distance to his fallen father, the alpha king, who lay in a grim pool of his own lifeblood.In that solemn moment, t

In the shadowed recesses of the council chamber, where once camaraderie flourished, now lingered the specter of betrayal. The nobles, who had dared to defy the very foundation of their kingdom, stood undeterred by the enormity of their transgression. This audacious act, had fate been kind, would have warranted immediate and severe retribution. Yet, an eerie calm settled upon them, a disconcerting absence of remorse.The lifeless form of the alpha king lay sprawled, a silent witness to the treachery that had unfolded. The air, heavy with the acrid scent of spilled blood, bore no trace of mourning. Instead, it pulsed with whispered conspiracies and urgent deliberations. They were not bound by the solemnity of the moment, nor did they grant the blood time to congeal before they began weaving their plans.In a far corner, the nobles huddled together, their opulent robes billowing around them, shielding them from the crimson testament to their rebellion. Their shoes, polished to a mirror-l

-the alpha king-The council chamber, bathed in an icy stillness that belied its usual warmth and bustle, bore witness to an unprecedented convergence. Every council member, typically punctuality's foe, had gathered with astonishing swiftness. As the alpha king, accustomed to the customary delays, this unexpected promptness spoke volumes.Today marked a turning point. The shackles of trepidation that once bound my decisions concerning the kingdom had been shattered. The room held its collective breath, hanging on my every word."We shall relinquish our forces to the Lunari forthwith," I proclaimed, and in that heartbeat, the chamber was ablaze with discord.Bedlam reigned. Councilors, once eloquent and composed, now hurled vehement objections into the air. It was a predictable response. These blue-blooded aristocrats, entrenched in their pride and privilege, preferred to forfeit their very existence than to entertain the notion of coexistence with the common folk. The cacophonous diss

-The royal palace in the royal capital-(The alpha king)As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the grandeur of the royal palace, the weight of the situation hung heavily in the air. The news of Lunari's audacious act had rippled through the kingdom like wildfire, igniting tensions that had long smoldered beneath the surface. In the opulent chambers, adorned with tapestries that bore the stories of generations past, I stood, my gaze fixed upon the butler, his countenance etched with a solemnity that mirrored the gravity of the circumstances. His eyes, pools of unwavering loyalty, met mine, conveying a silent understanding that silence, in this moment, was not the answer. The tale unfurled before us like a dark tapestry woven with threads of betrayal and ambition. The Lunari, once a faction bound by honor and tradition, had chosen the path of conflict, their declaration of war echoing through the halls of power. The severed head of a noble, a sinister messag

Chapter 13 -Peter (Hours before the departure to the royal capital)- Since I might as well be dead without Rosie, there is nothing more that I have to lose. I would very much prefer to be known as a foolish slave that dared to challenge the king of the werewolves than a slave who had the love of his life taken away from him pathetically. …. I keep telling myself that but I have been shaking down to my core and have been standing outside of the king’s designated building for almost an hour now. Finally gathering up the courage to move forward, I go to the entrance of the building and was immediately stopped by the crossing of two spears from the two guards that were standing in front of the building. “Go back slave! His majesty has ordered that not a sole step foot into this building without his approval as his mate is exhausted and her majesty needs to rest soundly” One of the guards bellowed and pointed the sharp end of his spear towards me. The reaction was instant. I felt c

His Human MateChapter 12-Peter-Is this a dream?I hope so and I hope that I wake up soon from this very realistic nightmare.What exactly is happening?Rosie was the mate of the werewolf king?!There must be some kind of mistake. It could just be that he wanted to add her to his harem of multiple women.There is no way that the king of the entire werewolf race would go ahead to make a mere slave the queen of his people.There is also no way that the other nobles would allow such a thing to happen before their very eyes.I have heard the rumors and the nobles were very very scary people.I will not for a second believe that Rosie will be safe in such a place like the royal palace.TchI refuse to have all of my careful planning to be destroyed by a male that does not have plans od truly loving Rosanna.Everything was working well. I made sure to keep the other male slaves away from Rosie.I even laid with the head maid and made h

Chapter 11-Rosanna-I knew that I was now going to a place where my freedom could potentially be taken away from me but at this very moment, I have never felt so much freedom in my entire life. The view of passing lands and citizens was more than my little heart could ever hope to contain.I was almost tempted to poke my head outside the window of the carriage but feared to do so because of the very bulky prince w3ho was seated elegantly on the opposite side from where I was.He was busy looking at some complicated documents and I did not wish to disturb his thoughts.I also feared to ask him of the wellbeing of Peter, as I was scared that he would lose it and throw him out of the carriage. He was already fighting with his wolf on the decision of bringing him along and I did not wish to spoil it.I took a peek at him very subtly and could not help but admire him. No doubt that he was a very cold male but I have now gotten to a point that I could no longer deny that he was the type of

-Rosanna-“When we are alone, please call me Alex. I am sorry I marked you without explaining things to you but it was the only way I could think of to keep you by my side. I am sorry”Not knowing what to do, I pat his head and he lets out a whine and purr sound.……This scary bulk of flesh just purred?He gets up and crushes me into his chest.“When we get to the royal palace, you may see me do or say scary things but I will never hurt you, Rosanna. I will cut out my own heart before I ever think of hurting you”I wrap my arms around his torso and we stay in that position for a while.He licks, nibbles and sniffs the side of my neck. Ever since he left his mark on me, that area has become overly sensitive.Remembering the events of the night before, I feel wetness in my lower area and this earns me a growl from Alex.“I can smell your desire mate” he growls and cups one of my bottom cheeks.However, before we could do anymore, we are interrupted by a knock on the door.“Forgive me for

-Rosanna-The king looked every bit of the king he was. Even if I am nothing but a mere human, I can still feel the aura and air of authority around him. He was dressed in all black and was adorned with in a black cloak. His hair was styled to perfection and he looked so handsome.I can now clearly understand why even with his scary aura, Lady Priscilla was hell bent on having this man. He looked excellent and I fell myself blushing.He looked less feral than he did yesterday but his eyes still held a sharp gaze that can make anyone be it human or werewolf fall to their knees. The servants suddenly became quiet on his arrival and backed away from me.Unsure what to do, I bowed my head and waited for what was to come next. I may be his mate but I was still a mere human and I need to properly respect his status as the king of the werewolf race especially if we were around other people.I must live as quietly as a mouse to prevent any trouble. Who is to say that one day he won’t get tire

Morning comes and I turn to see that the king’s side is empty. Talk about dejavu. Did he leave? He did say that he needed to go back to the royal palace at first light. I feel my heart drop to my stomach and the feeling of fear grips me.He really left? I reach to touch his side of the bed and its cold. He must have left hours ago. It looks like its about noon and I am probably in big trouble with Lady Priscilla and the head slave. The whole estate is probably now aware of what happened between me and the king. How am I going to live my normal life as a servant now?!I have to get out of bed but once I try to move, a sharp pain runs from my lower belly to my legs. I flinch at the pain and hold back the tears that threaten to escape my eyes. It really hurts.My body has been abused, toyed with and manhandled by the king. I guess it only makes sense that I feel the consequences from our ventures… I feel a delicious ache in between my legs. Looking down, I see a patch of dried blood on