Novels by Lucy

"It was her memories."Huh?"That can't be possible.""Possible? You occasionally glow like the fucking sun and that is something you still can't believe? Come on."That was absolutely terrifying."But— I've never experienced this before! How do you know that's a memory and not just... anxiety?"He stared at me like I was a clueless child."A frozen forest, a betrayal and being split in two are pretty obvious hints. I could pretend it was just your anxiety but the split in two parts and the frozen forest aren't mentioned in the books Pandora lent you. It's just something in the original stories from many centuries ago."Oh, no. I think I'm gonna throw up.I breathed in deeply, trying to control my heartbeat, and covered my face with my hands. It was too much for me to swallow."Viktor," I asked in a shaking tone, "where did you hear about the split-in-two thing?"Viktor cleared his throat. "I... Arlo was obsessed with this story. He had the original edition and read it in old English.

That night, something happened to me.When I slept, my dreams took me to the frozen forests. I sat in the snow, and my hands had a different skin color, a paleness just like the rest of me. White, and crystal clear and glass. My nails had long claws and thorns. And on top of my head, I could feel a hard and cold crown that I somehow knew contained real ice. I could feel it without touching it.There was blood in the snow. A crimson red staining the remnants of a winter storm, and right in front of my eyes was the corpse of someone I'd once known, unrecognizable, their whole face torn apart. Limbs disconnected, throat ripped.Bile gathered in my stomach and rose up to my mouth. I knew that person, I saw the hideous remains of flesh and I was sure that I knew who had once lived in them; even though I couldn't even understand where his face was, even though I had no memory of who he was.He was someone important, and I couldn't remember a thing, except this emptiness and despair inside m

That night, a huge fire was spreading warmth, its little flames dancing a slow rhythm.I found very quickly that the Frostbites were a very close-knit community, and, almost every week, after a group of expeditions made their rounds in the forest that surrounded the territory, they would gather around a campfire to make offerings.These offerings were usually to Athelia, and that night everything was a little surreal. Many werewolves came to bring fruit and spices, but they offered them directly to me. Facing down and with hopeful gestures, they brought me baskets of gifts and repeated the words that Pandora had said to me during our training session: my blood is on your behalf.They were doing it with sincerity, each with a strange curiosity. Hope.Part of me felt wrong."Why do they keep giving me things?" I told Pandora. I wanted to go back to my hotel room, because I was starting to feel cornered. I couldn't bear the feeling of everyone throwing glances my way."If you're not Athe

LENAMaybe I enjoyed learning how to fight more than I thought I would.Each practice session was becoming an important piece in the puzzle that was beginning to form in my mind. Like a bigger picture of myself. It was less painful now."Again," Pandora said.We both circled each other, but this time, neither of us were attacking. Pandora got into a fighting stance, ready to stop whatever I threw her way."Survival should be your main concern," she explained, watching me as if I were one of her pupils and, at the same time, someone she could one day face in battle. There was always some ferocity in her expression. She wasn't as bad as I originally imagined, her tone being softer than it looked. "Do you feel something when we're fighting?""Like what?" "If the goddess resides inside of you, something should wake up when you train. Right? When you're reminded of it, I mean.""I..." I frowned, frustrated, "I don't really know."She lunged forward without warning.I was indeed enjoying o

VIKTORI was fine.Each breath burned like fucking lava. Unrelenting, like claws scratching at the walls of my lungs. The wound kept reminding me of its existence, throbbing with fire while my body screamed at me to go back to the fucking infirmary. But I never listened to their annoying pleas, to their shrieks and orders, even the ones in my own mind that were starting to sound like Pandora's voice in my brain.The wounds would heal, anyway."You're lucky," Falcon had told me earlier. He was our best healer, even with his latent disinterest and dead eyes, always tired, full of dark circles. "If any of those arrows had hit your spine, I wouldn't have had much to do."And he knew very well that I would rather die than no longer be able to protect the pack. If I was incapacitated for long, some rival might appear. Someone daring enough to take advantage of the fact that I couldn't get out of bed.A snowball crashed into my back, forcing my thoughts back into reality. That fucking sharp

A large blue leather book was dropped in front of me, and I suddenly woke up from my distracted state. I looked up and met Pandora's eager gaze. With a nod, she invited me to open it.My hands were full. Half a dozen other books lay scattered on my right, some of them smelling old and clearly ready to crumble if I tried to close them with too much force. I put the large one beside the pile."What's that?" I asked, arching my neck up to look at her, squinting my eyes from the bright sunlight reflecting on the library's wooden desk. Everything smelled old, of faded ink and preserved paper."A history book about Athelia," she said eagerly. Almost too eagerly, a little nervous, it seemed.It was easier for me to picture an insecure girl rather than the fearless ruler I had seen. The woman who threatened to kill me for whatever had happened to Viktor, although his condition seemed to be better, drowned behind that new mood.She was burying me in books, giving me scrolls, even parchments an