Novels by Levanter

Julian.His name carved itself into my marrow.For a long second, I thought the wolfsbane was birthing another hallucination, that my mind, desperate and collapsing, had shaped his figure out of dusk and memory. Yet the crunch of his boots on soil, the sure weight of his breath, the measured way he cut through the clearing—it was no dream. It was him.My heart clenched, caught between relief and dread. Julian—the exile, the man who had once been my Beta, who had fought beside me when Moonveil still lived, when I still bore the Alpha mark. He had vanished with the fall of our pack, swallowed by the shifting loyalties that carved Moonveil into a grave. And now, impossibly, he stood before me."Elara." His voice was lower than I remembered, roughened by years of ash and exile, yet still carrying the command that had once steadied me. "Don’t move."A bitter laugh threatened my throat. As if I had the strength to move at all.He came closer. His blade whispered against rope and wood. Spark

I saw him before I heard him—an edge of movement at the fringe of my vision, a shadow where shadows did not belong. For a brief, impossible second I thought it was a trick of the wolfsbane-sick air, another phantom my mind conjured to soften the edge of fear. Then boots cracked through undergrowth, voices bellowed, and the world tilted.Kaelus rode in like a storm, cloak mud-splattered, sword flashing with a hunger. Behind him, Blood Moon soldiers fanned out like a dark tide, faces masked with rags and eyes hard as flint. They moved with a practiced cruelty I had known since the first winters—discipline without compassion. Yet as I scanned their ranks, a hollow pang struck me—Dareth was nowhere among them. His absence weighed heavier than their presence, a reminder that even the one shadow I might have trusted had been stripped from me.The thought burned sharper with every passing breath. Had Kaelus ordered him to stay behind, knowing his loyalty might waver? Or had Dareth chosen to

The ground bruised my body as they dragged me through the undergrowth, stones and roots tearing at my skin. Every breath I pulled tasted of soil and iron, thick with the musk of rogues. Chains bit into my wrists, tighter with every tug, the iron steeped in wolfsbane that burned like fire against my flesh. My wolf whimpered, scratching faintly at the corners of my mind, then fell silent again. Smothered. Unreachable.The forest floor seemed endless, every jagged stone branding itself into my body, every twist of a root stealing a shred of skin. I could feel my flesh splitting beneath the iron cuffs, skin wet and raw. Each heartbeat pumped poison deeper through me, like fire dripping slow into my veins. I wondered how long it would take before I simply stopped feeling anything at all—if the forest itself would drink me dry before the rogues ever let me go.Beside me, Chloe stumbled, her cloak torn, hair tangled with leaves. She screamed Kaelus’ name over and over, like a litany, like a

The horn split the night again, shriller, closer.Dareth swore under his breath, already pulling me toward the door. "We have to get you to safety—""No." My voice sliced the air sharper than I intended, though inside I felt more fragile than glass. My wolf stirred weakly in my chest, scratching at the hollow cage of my ribs, but the strength I once knew—the strength of an Alpha—remained muted, asleep, unreachable.Dareth’s grip tightened. "Luna, listen. You’re not at full strength—""I know," I hissed, forcing myself free. "But I won’t run while the rogues are here. Not again."His jaw locked, eyes burning with the same stubbornness that mirrored mine. For a heartbeat, he said nothing. Then the third blast of the horn thundered through the palace walls, shaking the floor beneath us. The sound was closer, urgent, like a warning too late.From the hall came hurried footsteps—Chloe, clutching her cloak around her thin frame. Her face was pale, but her eyes… they darted between me and Da

The steel handle rattled. My breath caught as the sound of the lock turning echoed in the silence. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to disappear into the shadows before the door opened and swallowed me whole. But my body… refused to move. My legs were frozen, my hand still pressed against the damp stone wall, fingers trembling with the weight of truth that had just poisoned my veins.My ears rang with the sound of my own blood in that moment. The corridor felt impossibly narrow, even the air seemed to lean away from me, unwilling to carry the confession that had just arrived like a blade. For a second I only existed as reaction—a tightened throat, a fist that would not unclench, a body that refused to obey the simplest command of flight.He ordered it.The words settled over me like a verdict. Not rumor. Not a rumor twisted by someone else’s malice—his command. The syllables rearranged the architecture of my life. Every promise he had ever touched became suspect. Images I had sto

My steps felt like walking over shards of memory. Every second I spent in this palace now felt painful—not because my body hadn’t fully healed, but because these walls reminded me of the lies I built with Kaelus.Dareth waited for me outside the infirmary. His eyes followed my every movement without saying a word. His silence was more honest than any forced sympathy. And I appreciated that."I want to return to my room," I said quietly.Dareth’s eyes sharpened. He looked hesitant, but nodded. "I’ll take you."We walked down the main corridor of the palace. The servants and guards we passed gave small bows, then averted their eyes. Not one of them asked how I was. Not one tried to act like they used to. And maybe that was for the best.Every corner, every familiar tapestry, felt heavier than iron chains. My own footsteps echoed back at me, hollow, reminding me how much space there was between me and everyone else in this palace. Even the torches along the walls flickered weakly, their

A week after the execution day, the atmosphere in Blood Moon Pack had not calmed down completely as some residents still made the incident on the execution day their topic of conversation. Indeed, the incident that day was beyond the prediction of anyone present there. "I still can't believe that Elena has a mate. From what I'd heard so far, she was always chasing Alpha Chris and trying to separate him from Luna." An omega who was working in the backyard, talking while watering the plants. The other omega next to her sighed. "Not even us who don't know her very well, I heard that even her parents didn't know about it." "Right, you guys really don't know anything, so stop talking about that day." "A-alpha..." Chris, who had just arrived at the backyard to get something, immediately abandoned his plan and went back inside. He had expected that the day's incident would become the talk of the town. But he didn't expect that it was still being talked about even though it had been a wee

The atmosphere of the detention clinic now seemed more tense since the arrival of Chris and Agatha to a room. Moreover, one of the prisoners who was talking to them was a prisoner from another pack who would soon be sentenced to death in three days."She is about to be sentenced to death, but is still visited frequently? Will she be released?" One of the prisoners who was sick and was also next to the room where Elena was, asked one of the warriors on guard."Don't interfere, go back to your room!""Tsk, I was just asking." The prisoner went back into the room after not being allowed to ask questions by the warrior.Meanwhile, in the next room, Chris clapped his hands and someone entered after that. Elena was very surprised to see who had just entered the room. Her eyes rounded, her hands covered her mouth."You know who he is right?" Chris asked while pushing Aaron's body slightly so that he stood in front of Elena.Elena did not answer immediately. Instead, she looked down and tried

Thirty minutes ago, after talking with Agatha, Chris decided to leave the house and go for a walk through the forest. Not aimlessly, but to look for someone. His steps continued to be carried forward through the large trees around him. Occasionally Chris looked to his right and left, confirming his keen hearing. Because every now and then he heard footsteps, which unfortunately turned out to be those of a rabbit. Chris sighed and sat down on a fallen tree trunk. Then, as he looked down and tried to focus on all his senses, there was a sudden rush of running steps that made him smile. "Found you!" Chris got up from the fallen tree trunk and chased after the person he heard running earlier. Without a sound, Chris ran carefully as if he was chasing his quarry. His running speed was even twice as fast as the other Alpha werewolves. "Why do you look so scared?" Chris asked while equalizing his running speed with the person he was chasing. Of course, the person immediately turned to C

Loving the wrong person is sometimes a waste of time, energy, and thought. One should retreat when the person they like openly rejects or even hates them. But what Elena did was the opposite, she went so crazy that she dared to do things she shouldn't have just to get the heart of the person she loved."What do you mean?" Chris frowned, asking for more explanation on what Lewis had just said."Well, you know it too, right? She used to like you so much that she would chase after you and do anything to get you. But now, I think she is scared of you and even hates you."Chris sighed, then picked up the coffee cup on the table. "Isn't that good? She won't dare to misbehave again and hurt Agatha." Chris took a sip of the bitter coffee."By the way," Chris put the coffee cup back on the table, "where is that guy named Aaron right now?"Lewis exchanged glances with Julie, who got a small shake from her. "We don't know either. Elena refused to tell us his whereabouts. Besides, I don't think i

The day before Chris, Lewis, and Agatha's return to the Blood Moon Pack, Elena was thinking of how she could get poison or sharp weapons to hurt herself and avoid the death sentence she would receive in a few days. However, she could not find a way out of the problem she was currently facing.Until a few minutes later, someone suddenly connected a mindlink to her. Of course Elena was surprised, because the only ones who could mindlink with her were her family, people from her pack, and also her mate.That's right, you didn't read it wrong. Elena had already found her mate, but she ignored him for a long time because she was in love with Chris. No one knew about it, except Elena herself and her mate. Not even Raymond and Florencia, her parents, knew about it."Elena, are you okay there?"Elena was silent for a few moments, before finally shaking her head softly. Elena forgot that her mate, who was mindlinking with her, could not see her shaking her head."Elena?""Stop, Aaron. Why are

The white and blue room, which was neatly organized, now looked very messy. Medical equipment was scattered on the floor, the patient's bed was no longer in shape, and now, even the window glass was broken."Damn it! If I can't die, I'll try to leave this place!"Elena hit the remaining window with a medical device as her intermediary. She forced herself through the small window with all her might."Argh!"It took a lot of time and effort for Elena to get through the window. Until finally, she managed to get out and fell to the ground. Unfortunately, before she could stand up and escape from that place, there were two warriors who saw her and held her back."What are you doing?! You broke the clinic window?!" One of the warriors peered into the already messy-looking room.There was no answer from Elena. She grimaced in pain, or rather, she grimaced while muttering an irritated curse. "Damn it.""Quickly call the others, and report to Alpha immediately!"Another warrior nodded and star