Novels by Stormie S

***** When I opened my eyes, the familiar green forest had transformed into another realm of silver trees. The strange beautiful woman was nowhere to be seen, but the jade hair clip she pinned to my hair remained, a tangible proof of our encounter. I touched the clip, assurance flooding me, it was real. She had given me the heirloom. Now, I just needed to find my way back home. To Alpha King Damien, my mate. Gazing around, confusion and dread crept in. Threads of doubt entwined my thoughts. That strange woman, minutes ago, she sought to drain my blood, calling me a traitor. And yet, she gifted me the heirloom. It must have been one of her plans to get me to lose control so she could drink my blood. I sighed, lost and vulnerable. Without magic and my wolf, I was a prey to the forests dark creatures. "There you are," a voice suddenly spoke out, shattering the eerie silence. I spun around and let out a terrified scream. The sound echoed through the silver forest. Fear clawed its way

***** "You're blushing," Ire teased. "No, I'm not," I said with a pout, struggling to conceal the lingering flush of last night's intense encounter with Alpha King Damien. "You're blushing, no doubt about it," Ire declared, her piercing gaze scrutinizing me intensely. "I'm just excited about the quest," I told her. Her keen eyes narrowed as she studied me, as if searching for a hidden motive behind my blushing. Yes, the hunting quest. Beta Smith, our magic instructor had dropped the bombshell this morning, revealing to us that we are to embark on a hunting quest for the lost moonshine pack heirlooms. Lost deep within the magical forest where ancient artifacts lay hidden. To succeed, we need both magic and our wolf, which I'm evidently lacking in both. And Beta Smith takes delightfulness in reminding me of this. "To succeed in finding the magical heirlooms, you must be equip in mastery of both magic and harnessing your wolves. All of which Miss Freya is terribly lacking. The Al

***** I am the feast, Alpha King Damien was munching on with a skillful art of a lover. Lying stark naked on his gigantic bed, I didn't know when he pulled away my robe and my night dress as they lay on the floor. I slid my arms around his shoulders, caressing his tongue with my own. He groaned into my mouth. I'm on fire, I pull at his pants zipper but he caught my hands, imprisoning me, with only his lips touching mine. "You're wild, Freya," he murmured against my ears. I moaned. It wasn't enough. I want all of him. I deepened the kiss, hooking my legs around his back, drawing him closer. He tore his lips away from mine and trail them to my neck. I arched my head towards him. I need more...more. "Damien," I moaned, my long hair splayed on the plush bedsheets. He dragged his teeth from my neck to my breasts, grazing his sharp teeth on my sensitive nipples, causing me to arched my back to meet his onslaught. "Damien... Don't stop," I told him softly, my entire body raking with fi

**** "Alpha King Damien is fucking Leah." After last night encounter with Alpha King Damien, I was half surprised by the whispering going on in the library where we were excepted to read a book today. Apparently, a Luna should be a book lover, well versed in knowledge. I was only half pretending to read the blasted thing. I didn't expect King Damien to continue with his sex escapades with Leah. We're mates for crying out loud, he should fucking respect that. I am seething with anger while scrolling the pages of Harry Potter, barely paying attention to the written words. I am fuming with jealousy. Yes. After last night vulnerable moment in my room, I'd thought Alpha King Damien and I had grown a bit close. Yes. He's my mate and he could fucking hear my emotions through the bond that we haven't even honour. It should be a good reason for him to stop fucking Leah. I bid the time when I will get to see him. I plan to lash out my anger on him. It is strange. I was supposed to be hating

***** The dressmaker was a young woman of twenty. My room was filled with an arrays of colourful dresses with different styles, each have a unique style of its own. Alpha King Damien sure knows how to make a woman swoon. Fifty new dresses. Some are flowing maxi dresses with floral patterns, there are silks, satins, and cotton blends, that glitters and catch the eye. I test try each of the dress, assessing how they fit and flatter my shape. Just a few days in Alpha King Damien's palace have accentuated my curves. Beatrice was helping me organize the dresses I had tried on. "I have a message for you from Amanda. It's in your dress pocket,"whispered the dressmaker as she fastened the endless straps on the corset dress I was wearing. I froze, momentarily stunned and fear ran down my spine. Amanda sure know how to pick her spies. I wondered who else works for her. I looked at Beatrice, fearing she would overhear the conversation. She'd betrayed me once, I don't want her overhearing

***** My dreams were filled with intense lovemaking with Alpha King Damien. I woke up feeling arousal and giddiness, my memories still fresh from his passionate kiss. I touched my swollen lips and smiled. I can't wait to see Alpha King Damien today. My mate. I quickly refresh myself before heading to the dance class. I'm sure Ire was already waiting for me. I'm wearing a striking red leotard, paired with a short layered skirt that added free movement to enable me dance freely. The dance hall was stunning, bathed in natural light streaming through the tall windows. The walls were painted snow white and the polished wooden floor reflects the elegance of the space. Tall mirrors lining one side of the hall, created an illusion of endless space. Excitement course through me. I love it already. Alpha King Damien sure have everything incorporated into his palace. Ire was already there, along with the other three contestants. I suppose we’re all having dance lessons today. "Freya,