Novels by Isabelle Garcia

FionaThe loud roar that followed the lone wolf’s movement was deafening, ripping through the gentle air of the woods. He moved with a deadly intent towards the warrior, but he was also prepared. The warrior responded with a roar as well, and before the lone wolf could get to him, he had shifted into his wolf. The promising whisper of death loomed in the forest. This was going to be a long fight if the warrior could actually match the lone wolf’s strength. And I was hoping to the goddess that he wouldn’t be able to last with him. Not just because Damir was on my side, but because I was slowly slipping into the hands of death myself. The sand at this point has swallowed me up to my hips—the unknown force underneath relentlessly pulling me inwards. The sound of roars and growls as the two wolves slashed each other filled the space with the trees. But their fight has become the least of my worries now. I needed to find a way out of here myself in case Damir can’t defeat the warrior in

Fiona My gown was beginning to feel heavy. My feet were wet, and probably bruised from my several minutes of running. My head snapped backward for the hundredth time. He wasn’t in sight, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. I’m not stopping until I get somewhere safe. Maybe. I shouldn’t have been scared since he wasn’t near, but the clanging noises of the shackles in my hands gave my location away as it echoed through the trees. My heart kept leaping into my throat. My eyes constantly darted around, watching carefully if he was going to pop out of nowhere. The weight of what happened a while ago was heavy in my stomach. The memory of him cutting down his comrades refused to leave the back of my eyes. I blinked hard, trying to shut off the memory—the bloody scene I had just witnessed, but it seemed to have become stuck in my head. Even though the unnamed warrior was the one who slaughtered his fellow warrior in cold blood, I couldn’t even bring myself to think of him as a mons

LucianDexter stirred uneasily inside me. A growl escaped my lungs and vibrated through my chest. Asher. The little boy whose father I had allowed to be killed in that sacred pack. Why is this happening? Why is my pack crumbling to pieces? I am failing so much as an alpha and I hate it. The reins of control and orderliness that I once held felt misplaced. Nothing feels right anymore. Each moment I try to fix something or face a challenge, another complex one surfaces and threatens to break me. This has started happening ever since Maddox and his daughter arrived, and after that moment I rejected Fiona. My rejected mate wants to destroy me, and so does the man whom I have trusted for an alliance. My eyes darted around the commotion, but Maddox wasn’t anywhere in sight. “Alpha, there’s been a problem,” Gareth rushed to my presence. “A pup has gone missing…”“Obviously,” I interrupted, “how in a thousand blood moons did that happen?” I growled, but my eyes were still focused on find

LucianI took another swig of the horrid whiskey. I wasn’t a drinker—I never was, but the burning sensation in my throat is exactly what I needed for now. I need to make myself forget about her—about her betrayal. I was going to talk to my elders about why the secret of our mission to the sacred pack was exposed to the pack members, but as soon as I received that letter on my warrior’s dead body, the topic had to change. Dexter stirred uneasily inside me, and I was mirroring every pain, anger and frustration he was going through in the space of my mind. How can our mate, who was so meek and gentle, be capable of something so cruel?I fiddled the letter in-between my fingers. I didn’t want to believe that she could be behind this, but there it was. Her scent. Lingering faintly in the air, and clinging into my senses like the talons of a falcon to its prey. I flipped the letter open again for the hundredth time this morning. My eyes carefully scan each word like they could suddenly h

FionaThe woods fell silent, the tension hanging thick in the air. Pius stared at his subordinates dead in their eyes. And I knew it. My plan worked. He doesn’t want to be the only loose end. Deep down he also wanted to involve them in his mess. The moment stretched on for eternity as Pius weighed his options. He looked down at me briefly before looking back at his angry men. And just when it felt like he wouldn't give in, he pointed his finger out. “That one is xais,” he said, pointing to the person on the right. Xais growled, “you bastard,” he yelled, unsheathing his sword. Pius didn't seem to be bothered or even slightly moved by his outburst. He simply just pointed to the person on the right, “and this is Damiel,” he revealed. Damiel expected it. He didn’t growl or fidget uncomfortably. He stood calm, but yet his expression spoke of anger at their superior, who had just ratted them out. “I have kids, Pius, if you say my name, the alpha won’t spare my family once he finds ou

Fiona“What’s so funny?” Pius growled, tightening the chain around my wrist, and I winced at the pain. Even with the pain, my smile didn't waver. I couldn’t help it. The joy that was starting to grow inside me. If mera was still inside me, then I can still prevent this war between Orion and Lucian from happening. Pius growled at me for my continuous smiling but later, he ignored me. His subordinates were done unbuckling the horse. Pius shoved me forward once more, and at that moment, it hit me. An idea that can help me keep these men distracted while I find a means of escape. “Hey, pius,” I called, looking over my shoulder. He let out another growl, this time it caught the attention of the other men. His hand found my neck, and in the twinkle of an eye, I was gasping for breath. “Don’t you dare say my name ever again, do you hear me?” He yelled, holding my neck for a moment longer, waiting for an answer. And I nodded quickly. He slightly pushed me back as he released his grip fr