Novels by Eleanor Smith

One month later..."Careful baby, You don't want to hurt yourself." I said to the kids as they were playing under the ramp. I begin to reminisce back to everything that happened over the course of one month.I could still hear the words of the doctor to Ayla and myself. I had escaped the hands of death because the bullet missed my heart by an inch. Everything had changed since that moment, the company was back to fully functioning and I had dropped all shady deals that Alex had signed using the company's influence. The underworld had gone back to the way it used to be, with Levi being given a befitting tribute by every gang out there I suddenly felt arms wrapped around my torso and her cologne would always mesmerize me. She placed a kiss on my neck, as I squeezed her hands gently."You know something babe, I have been thinking we should move out of our comfort zone. This house would always bring the trauma of past events and we want to be happy right?" Ayla suggested and I agreed

Once the door to the elevator opened, we rushed outside the company to find Alex already surrounded by the police. "It's over Alex, just give it up. Your time has come to an end." I yelled out. "You had this all planned out didn't you?" He asked, his hands raised in the air. "You failed to prepare properly. I have been planning a raid on you for the past weeks, watching your every move constantly. I want you to know that when the time comes, the law will always catch up with you."One of the policemen with the cuffs stepped forward and held his hands. In a matter of seconds, I watched him pull out a gun from the police holster and I felt something hit me in the chest.My vision became blurry as I also watched Alex fall to his knees. I looked at my hand and realized he had shot me with the gun."Jaxon! You will be alright." Levi’s right hand man was beside me. I couldn't think of anything in the world other than staying in the arms of Ayla at that moment. As my eyes closed, I rea

I stepped into the company at the strike of midnight fully aware that it was going to be a tough confrontation with Jaxon . The moment I opened the door to my office, I found Jaxon sipping a cup of Hennessy with several documents on the table and a smile plastered across his face."You know I never thought you would have the balls to make a move, I will give it to you. I never expected you to go for Steve, our lawyer." I commented, standing by the door."Our lawyer? Oh so you now choose words to use now? Steve deserves death. He was the brain behind your action and I figured it was perfect I ended him." Jaxon said. I watch him hold a paper in his hand."Right here in my hand is the deed to the company. You asked for it, now I have brought it for you." I stared at him for a moment, wondering what he was up to."You must think I am a fool Jaxon . I know your tricks and I know you won't be willing to sacrifice your last hope to secure the company from me easily. So what do you have hidi

When I arrived at Steve's apartment, the weather had become warm once more and I helped Steve turn on the air conditioner, while heading to his room. Steve was an adept reader that hates being disturbed, but I needed his help, if I ever wanted to get the deeds.Upon stepping into his room, there was no sign of Steve . The tables were littered with books. Typical of him to always be unorganized.While I went down to get the pillows, I noticed something unfamiliar. I looked to see Steve slippers at the front of his bathroom. Steve never leaves these things in the bathroom before, so what was going on? I made my way slowly to the door of the bathroom, where I leaned closer to get a grasp of what was happening.The shower was running and it appeared that someone was having their bath. The moment I opened the door, I gasped in disbelief at the scene of horror displaying itself right before my eyes.I was staring at the lifeless body of Steve , who appeared to have been drowned in

"You must surely love him that much." I said after she had hung up."He is my husband and I can't let bad things happen to him." Her way of expressing her love reminded me of Alex and I hated that he had become so vile. Getting up from the couch, I made my way to the kitchen, hoping to make some juice for us, when I noticed something odd. A black van parked at the side of the gate and immediately I knew something was amiss.I rushed back into the living room, pulling the curtains apart and seeing several armed men making their way to the entrance of the door."Shit!" I exclaimed, drawing the curtain close."What's the matter?" Ayla asked."Police officers. I don't think they came without instructions from Alex . Here...." I handed over my car keys to her. "There is an exit by the far end of the apartment. Use the exit and get out of here once they pick me." "What? I cannot watch them take you?" Ayla replied."There is no time to argue Ayla! I know how to handle Alex , just go!" I

The moment the cab stopped, I looked at the agency and realized the plan to report Alex's dirty deeds to them could go either way, but all I could hope for was for it to go in my favor."Good morning" I greeted the receptionist, who was buried on her computer. The moment she looked up in my direction, she pointed up the stairs, taking me off guard. I whispered my gratitude and moved towards the direction, uncertain as to what to expect.I saw the tag at the door and realized this was the head of the agency office and after a series of knocks at the door, I would eventually be allowed to gain access into the office."Mr. Jaxon , nice to see you." The man behind the desk said, getting up to his feet and extending his hands for a handshake. "I have to say that we have been expecting you." He added with a smile on his face."I came to discuss something important with you." I said the moment I would make myself comfortable at the seat that I had been offered. "Before you say anything, I j

The first claw scraped against the stone like someone dragging metal over glass. He had moved fast, pushing Seraphina behind a broken pillar just as a black wolf lunged at them. The thing that followed wasn’t a wolf, not fully. It was wrong. Its bones jutted at odd angles, its eyes pitch black, and its skin moved like liquid shadow. It let out a screech that was disturbing to the ears.“These must have been born out of magic, or someone is just messing with what he doesn't understand,” he said, low and grim. “There are too many for us to fight.”The Moon Witch, the one they’d hoped would help, was already moving to the pool of water. She whispered something in an old tongue, and the water flashed bright silver before fading back to stillness. She turned to Seraphina.“You need to run. Now.”“I’m not leaving you.”The woman raised an eyebrow, not amused. “Child, you are power on the edge of chaos, they didn’t send one of them, they sent twelve. They know you are here and they want y

As the dancing and celebration was going on, Seraphina sat in a quiet corner. She could sense that this unity was about to be put to test. She remembered how she had come to know about her powers and her involvement in the prophecy.Seraphina had sat at the edge of the stream. She was barely 25, an Omega of the DarkMoon pack. She always loved coming to the stream. There was a kind of peace it gave her. It was very cold, almost snowing but she didn't mind. She just sat there listening. The water had always spoken to her. Today it whispered warnings, names, places, and secrets. It whispered something terrifying.“You have been chosen to protect the child,” it said. “The child who will end the war and save what’s left of all the clans. The child must live, or all will fall.” Seraphina blinked, as she was surprised to hear this. She didn't know what child it spoke of. She wasn’t even high-ranking or respected. She was an Omega. Lowest rank in her pack. Constantly overlooked. And yet the

After that great battle, the members of the both packs went about their daily activities in peace. And with the birth of the pure Alpha, there was great hope of a better future for the werewolf kingdom. Isabella and Tristan had called a meeting of all the packs that were willing to stand with them to build a better future. Today was the day of the meeting. Banners from each pack fluttered in the breeze, freshly sown, newly inked, lined side by side. The wolves had come. From the frozen lakes of the North, from the deserts of the South, from river clans and ancient bloodlines tucked into the mountains. They arrived, most of them with caution. Not yet sure of the promised unity.But they came. They came because of what some of them had seen and heard. Tristan stood confident at the head of the pack with the curse no longer on him, the fire in his veins turned to something calmer. They came because they’d seen Isabella, holding her son with grace and strength, her eyes sharp, her prese

There was no time for jubilation yet, they had a battle to win. Tristan, Rhyke and Leandro went to finish what they had started. They left a few of the warriors with Isabella and the baby. It was a fierce battle. The bodies of dead warriors were scattered all over the ground. Tristan stood in the midst of it all, his chest rising and falling as the rage pumped through his veins, his armor cracked while his blade was dripping. The last wave of the enemy had come against them like water on rock, and as he started to shift, something inside him had begun to take over. He could feel it, the old rage was coming back to the surface, scraping its teeth along his spine. Every strike he’d delivered on the field had come easier than the last. He had allowed the rage to take over him. His vision had started to blur again, his hands began to tremble but not from tiredness. It was the curse rising within him and he had let it.He staggered towards the altar. He could hear Leandro barking out ord

Isabella could no longer hold onto the barrier, as she began to have labor pains. The pain was intense and in the middle of the battle. Just as the battle was raging, she screamed. The scream could almost be heard through the battlefield. And The sounds of her screaming made Tristan freeze where he stood. The blood dripped from his fingers, while his chest was rising with every breath. A Storm was coming and the clouds became dark. The thunder clapped like war drums. But it was her screams, her pain, that stopped everything inside him. He turned around and immediately saw she was kneeling on the ground. Rhyke was by her side already and two other warriors near the ridge, her face was pale, and she was sweating seriously. She held her stomach with one hand while reaching out with the other one to no one in particular. “It’s time!” Rhyke shouted looking in Tristan's direction. “She’s in labor!” “Now?,” Tristan mumbled, confused. He didn't know if to keep fighting or go to

Isabella had been rescued but just as Seraphina had said. They had begun to prepare ahead for the storms that were coming. Edmund was just a dark force they had defeated. They knew he would come again. There were more of them. If they were to save their kingdom from people like Edmund they need to begin fighting as one to destroy everything that is threatening the kingdoms.They sent out messages to all the loyal packs and they began to form an alliance of loyal packs in order to defeat all the terrible, wicked and rogue gangs. After the defeat of Edmund, he had called on Alistair of the Eagle claw pack and Declan Hawke of the Red Fang pack and made a deal with both of them. They are to cause a war and fight the Lunaris pack. The plan is to weaken her and the pack so that Edmund can strike again immediately after the fight. One cool evening, Isabella was having a meeting with her beta Rhyke, when Felicity came in. Isabella wondered why she was here again. The last time Felicity was