Novels by Ava

Ranon’s POVShe was really slipping away. The realization was a slow, agonizing unraveling, like a precious tapestry being pulled thread by thread. It wasn’t a conscious decision on her part, not a deliberate act of distancing. Elowen’s heart, when given, was a fierce, unwavering thing. There were no lukewarm affections in her soul. This was something more profound, more elemental. Like a fragile skiff caught in the relentless pull of an unseen current, drawn towards a distant, powerful shore I couldn’t even glimpse. It was as if a stronger moon had begun to govern her tides, an astral influence I was powerless to counteract.Every time she walked past me in the Academy halls, her very presence thrumming with a nascent magic that shimmered just beneath her skin, a faint, ethereal glow that seemed to emanate from her very bones, I felt it. It was a subtle shift in her aura, a deepening of the shadows that lingered in the depths of her usually vibrant eyes, a quiet intensity that separa

Ranon’s POVFrom the shadowed vantage point of the balcony overlooking the training pit, I watched her move. She was a whirlwind of raw power, a dance of untamed energy that both captivated and terrified me. Each strike, each parry, was imbued with a ferocity I hadn’t seen before, a primal strength that seemed to emanate from the very core of her being.Elowen was changing, evolving into something magnificent and terrifying. The girl I had known, the one I had fiercely protected and possessively loved, was fading, replaced by a force of nature I barely recognized. She was shedding the constraints of her past, breaking free from the mold we had unknowingly cast for her.And with every passing day, with every flicker of that burgeoning power in her eyes, I felt her slipping further and further out of my reach. The invisible thread that had bound us together for so long was fraying, threatening to snap entirely.Alaric was a constant presence at her side now, a silent guardian and patien

Elowen’s POVThe silence in the Academy was a suffocating blanket, heavy with unspoken truths and the tremor of impending change. It wasn’t the peaceful hush of a sleeping forest, but the strained stillness before a lightning strike, the air thick with a tension that prickled my skin.Since Caelum’s pronouncements had shattered the carefully constructed reality I’d known, I felt like a fractured mirror, each shard reflecting a distorted version of myself. Something primal had awakened within me, a dormant power stirring from its ancient slumber. It pulsed beneath my veins, a low, insistent hum that vibrated through my bones, a wild and untamed thing that both terrified and intrigued me.The following morning was a blur of avoidance. I skirted the familiar paths where I might encounter Theron’s simmering fury, Alaric’s quiet concern, or even Ranon’s possessive gaze. Their worry would feel like a cage, their need to protect me a suffocating weight. I wasn’t ready to be handled, to be s

Elowen’s POVI didn’t sleep. Not really.After the bathroom, after Alaric’s kiss, I’d sat on the edge of my bed for hours, staring at the wall, his words echoing like a heartbeat in my head. You’re Elowen. Ours.A part of me had wanted to curl back into that warmth and never leave. To let Alaric hold me until the fear faded, until the world forgot.But I couldn’t hide.Not when I’d been seen.Not when my power—that part of me I never understood, never controlled—had surged out and made the whole Academy flinch.So when the sun rose and the corridors filled with the noise of footsteps and hushed whispers, I got up. Dressed. Pulled my hair back.And walked straight into the storm.The cafeteria went silent the second I entered.Utensils froze halfway to mouths. Students glanced at one another, nudging their friends, pretending they weren’t all watching me like I’d walked in wearing armor and a crown of fire.I didn’t stop.I headed toward the table near the windows where Ranon sat, his

Elowen’s POVThe next morning training courtyard buzzed with energy, but beneath it all, I felt a tension inside me like a bowstring pulled too tight.Theron’s words from last night still clung to me: I believe you.And yet, I woke up this morning feeling heavier. Like I was wearing a second skin made of doubt, stitched from every look, every whispered word behind my back, every way I had to hold myself together when I really just wanted to fall apart.I joined the others late.Alaric was already sparring with two older students in one of the inner rings, and Ranon stood by the weapons rack, hands gripping the hilt of a training sword too tightly. He hadn’t looked at me since Caelum’s arrival.Because he doesn’t trust me… or because he knows he’s starting to doubt himself?Caelum stood at the edge of the field, watching everything like it was a chessboard, his golden eyes a constant, quiet burn on the back of my neck.The Academy had given him instructor privileges. Of course they had

Elowen’s POVThe evening air was heavy with the scent of pine and smoke. The training grounds were mostly deserted, cloaked in twilight shadows. The Academy behind me buzzed faintly with life—distant voices, laughter, doors creaking open and closed—but out here, it was still.I didn’t mean to come here. Not really. But my feet had carried me toward the old sparring arena. The place where Ranon had first kissed me. Where so much had begun to shift.Where I was beginning to shift.I stood in the middle of the stone circle, the moonlight silvering my skin, when I heard the footsteps.Slow. Confident.I turned before he could speak.“Didn’t expect you to be the kind who lurks in shadows,” I said.Caelum stepped into the light, golden eyes gleaming with amusement. “And yet here we are.”He wore black again, always black. A dark shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. A sword hilt peeked over his shoulder—ornate, ancient, wickedly curved.He looked like sin incarn

Caden’s POV The morning had been a delightful storm of laughter and spilled coffee. Her playful jabs during breakfast, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she teased me – it was a stark contrast to the heavy silence that used to define my mornings. Even the usual competitive energy between the pack members felt lighter, somehow infused with her easygoing presence. The day unfolded with a comfortable rhythm, punctuated by her bright smiles and the soft brush of her hand against mine whenever we were close.But it was in the quiet of the late afternoon that I found her, a vision of serene beauty that stole my breath away. She stood in the backyard, the manicured lawn soft beneath her bare feet, her face tilted towards the heavens. The setting sun painted the sky in strokes of fiery orange, melting into soft lavender, and the golden light caught in the strands of her hair, turning it into a halo. She looked utterly at peace, a part of the earth and sky in equal measure, and a

Amara’s POV We stayed in that embrace for a long time, my head resting against Ryder’s chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heart beneath me. His hands traced slow, absent-minded circles on my back while my fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt.The world outside was hushed, the car windows fogged with our shared heat and secrets, but inside, everything felt perfectly clear.“I missed this,” I whispered.Ryder tilted his head down, brushing his lips over my temple. “Yeah?”I nodded against him. “I missed you like this. Just us. No noise. No chaos.”He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, and his voice was rough with emotion. “You still have me, Amara. Even when I’m being a jealous ass.”I smiled. “Especially then.”He groaned softly, dropping his head to my shoulder. “You’re trouble.”“You love it,” I teased.“I really, really do.”He cupped my face again and kissed me—this time slower, like he was trying to memorize the shape of my mouth. My hands gripped the collar

Amara’s POVThe weight of the world seemed to lift with the deepening silence of the night. Outside our window, the sprawling academy grounds were bathed in the ethereal glow of the full moon, casting long, silver shadows from the ancient trees. The usual cacophony of nocturnal creatures was muted, a distant hum that only emphasized the stillness within our room. Caden, ever the anchor, was curled spoon-like behind me, his arm a comforting weight across my waist, his breath warm against the nape of my neck. At the foot of the expansive bed, Jaxon was a study in unconscious relaxation, limbs splayed out, a soft snore escaping his lips as he somehow managed to pilfer a significant portion of the shared blanket.But Ryder… Ryder was a different kind of presence in the quiet darkness.I felt the subtle brush of his fingertips against the back of my hand, a slow, deliberate caress, as if he were trying to tether himself to the present. His touch was feather-light, yet it resonated through

Amara’s POV We were still a cozy mess of limbs and blankets when Jaxon stirred again, stretching like a cat. “Alright,” he groaned, “if we’re doing this whole ‘four in a bed’ thing, I call dibs on the blanket.”“You’re literally already hogging it,” Ryder grumbled, tugging the sheet toward himself.Caden sat beside me, sipping his coffee like the calm center of the storm. “If you two start a tug-of-war, you’re both getting kicked out.”I bit back a laugh, hiding my smile in my mug. “You all act like brothers.”Jaxon grinned. “Hot, sexy, emotionally scarred brothers who happen to be in love with the same gorgeous girl?”I choked on my coffee, and Caden patted my back with a chuckle. Ryder rolled his eyes but smirked. “He’s not wrong.”“You guys are ridiculous,” I mumbled, cheeks burning.“But you love it,” Ryder said, leaning over to kiss the tip of my nose. “You love us.”I didn’t answer right away. I looked at each of them—Jaxon, still smirking with tousled hair and sleep-heavy eyes

Amara’s POV The first thing I felt was the heat—a slow, languid warmth radiating against my back, steady as a heartbeat. Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, painting golden streaks across the tangled sheets and the arm draped possessively over my waist. Jaxon’s breath tickled the nape of my neck, his lips grazing my shoulder even in sleep. His fingers, calloused from years of wielding blades, were interlaced with mine, a rough contrast to the tender way he held me. I didn’t dare move, afraid to shatter the fragile peace of this moment. Here, in the quiet, there were no wars to fight, no secrets gnawing at my ribs. Just his scent—cedar and smoke—and the safety of his body curved around mine. “You’re thinking too loud,” Jaxon murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep. His hand slid up my side, leaving a trail of fire beneath the thin fabric of my camisole. I smirked, tilting my head to glance at him. His storm-gray eyes were half-lidded, his dark hair tousled from my fing

Amara’s POV By the time I got home from school, I was emotionally wrecked. Jaxon’s car ride, Ryder’s warmth, and now Caden’s soft kiss in the library—all of it tangled inside me like a storm with no end.I dropped my bag by the front door and sighed, running a hand through my hair.“Rough day?” Ryder’s voice floated from the kitchen.I turned to see him leaning against the counter, a soda in hand, hair messy, sleeves rolled up. He looked like sin and safety all in one breath.“You could say that,” I muttered, stepping into the kitchen.Before I could even process it, he set his drink down and pulled me into a hug—arms wrapping tight around my waist, face buried in my neck.“You smell like Caden,” he murmured, voice low. There was no anger in his tone. No bitterness. Just quiet hurt.I stiffened.He pulled back slightly, eyes dark and unreadable. “I know he kissed you.”I bit my lip. “Ryder…”“I’m not mad,” he said, brushing his fingers along my cheek. “Not really. I just…” His jaw te