Novels by Levanter

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

The wind that morning was softer than it had ever been.It moved through Duskwind like a sigh—tender, weightless—brushing through the new leaves that shimmered on the trees reborn from ash. The lake mirrored the sky without a single ripple, as if even the water had decided to rest.I stood on the shore, barefoot, the earth cool beneath my feet. The air carried the scent of rain and pine, and something else—something faintly sweet, like memory lingering in sunlight.For a long time, I said nothing. There was nothing left that needed to be said.The guardians were gone.The gods had fallen silent.And for the first time in years, I didn’t feel the weight of anyone else’s voice inside my head.Just my own heartbeat.Just the quiet.Behind me, Duskwind had begun to live again. Wolves moved through the village with laughter in their throats instead of fear. Children ran through the rebuilt square, their voices bright against the morning air. The tower had been repaired enough to stand—not

The forest didn’t end, it softened.The trees thinned until their shadows turned translucent, the air rippling with faint threads of silver that clung to our skin like dew. Somewhere ahead, the western horizon flickered—soft at first, then pulsing, like breath moving through the ribs of the earth.Riven slowed beside me. His hand brushed mine, calloused and steady, the way one touches something sacred. We didn’t speak. Words would have been too heavy for this kind of silence. The light ahead wasn’t frightening. It was familiar, the kind that hummed in dreams, in prayers we never said aloud."The western woods," he murmured, voice low. "They shouldn’t be glowing.""They’re saying goodbye," I said before I even realized it.The words came out fragile, trembling, but true. I could feel it—the same presence that once stirred the wind, that had guided us through ruin and blood, now lingering for a final breath.The path opened to a clearing where the trees leaned outward, bowing to somethi

The silence after the spirits left was not empty.It was alive—breathing, listening—like the world itself was waiting for someone to speak first.I stood at the edge of the lake, the surface still trembling from the light that had vanished moments ago. Mist floated above it in slow curls, silver beneath the faint moon.Behind me, Duskwind slept. No whispers, no cries, no prayers. Just the hush that follows when everything has been given, and there’s nothing left to fear.Riven didn’t move.He was beside me, a quiet shape against the pale horizon, the outline of his shoulders softened by the fog. For a long time we said nothing. We simply breathed, and the world breathed with us.When I finally spoke, my voice sounded smaller than I remembered."Do you think they’re gone for good?"He turned his head, and the faint smile that crossed his face carried both weariness and warmth."They were never meant to stay," he said. "They came to remind us what was already here.""What was here," I e

The first morning after peace still felt like a secret.Duskwind breathed softly beneath the pale sky. Smoke rose from new chimneys, curling through the mist like quiet prayers. Wolves moved between half-built dens, their laughter blending with the rhythm of hammers and voices. It was strange to hear joy again—tentative, raw, but real.Riven and I stood on the ridge overlooking the valley. From here, the world looked almost whole. The forest shimmered with dew, and the river carried silver light through the heart of the land like a living vein."Looks different from up here," Riven murmured."It feels different too," I said, my gaze tracing the distant hills. "No scent of blood. No tension in the air. Just… breath."He nodded, his hand brushing against mine. "Then let’s keep it that way."We descended the path slowly, the morning air cool on our faces. Wolves greeted us as we passed. Some with quiet respect, others with open warmth. I recognized many of them from before the Veil’s fal

The first thing I noticed was the wind.Not the violent kind that once tore through Duskwind’s ruins, but something softer—an exhale from a world that had finally decided to breathe again.The air smelled different now. Not of ash or blood, but rain-soaked soil and pine. The sky above was pale silver, scattered with clouds that moved like slow, thoughtful creatures.For a long time, I didn’t move. I simply lay there, my cheek pressed to the earth that hummed faintly beneath my skin. It wasn’t just alive—it was calm.When I finally sat up, the horizon looked wrong and right all at once. The old citadel was gone, swallowed by vines and roots that glittered faintly with gold. The lake had returned, quiet and wide, its surface reflecting a world that had decided to start over.A few meters away, Riven was already awake. He stood by the water’s edge, the morning light tracing silver across his hair, his reflection joining the ripples that reached for the shore.When he turned, the mark on

The world’s first breath was not wind.It was memory.It rippled through the air—soft and wide—like a sigh carried by a thousand voices that had been waiting too long to be heard. The trees bent as it passed.The light fractured, then rejoined itself in new colors that didn’t exist before. The sky, once gold, deepened into something more—an ocean of pale warmth that shimmered with faint threads of blue fire.For a moment, there was peace.And then, awareness.The ground beneath us pulsed once, then stilled. I could feel it listening.Riven’s hand was still in mine. His heartbeat echoed through the mark that now split between us—two halves of the same light. We stood in the middle of a field that looked both ancient and newborn.Grass brushed our ankles, glinting faintly like morning dew made of dusted gold. Far in the distance, mountains rose where none had been before.He looked around slowly. "Is this still Duskwind?"I exhaled. "Yes. And no."He turned to me, his eyes still wide wi