Novels by Daisy_D

Liana's POVI wanted to spend the day learning more about the castle byt I had no idea where I was going to. Not with how people were giving me strange looks. Down to the maids who came to my room to clean. They were all whispering amongst each other.The whispers started small, faint murmurs that I could barely make out as I walked through the palace halls.At first, I thought I was imagining it the quick glances, the half hidden smirks, the way conversations stopped the moment I entered a room.But then, the rumors grew louder.“She’s the one who killed that councilman, you know,” one of the maids said loudly as I passed by the kitchens. Her voice carried, sharp and biting, and I froze just out of sight.“I heard it wasn’t just the councilman,” another chimed in, her tone conspiratorial. “She killed her own friend too. Olivia, wasn’t it? The healer? They said she died during the week she came and the. She tried to act as Luna to cover it up. Like oh my God.”“That’s right,” the fi

“Wait, wait, wait,” said the woman sitting across from Knox, barely able to contain her laughter. “He kissed her hand?”Her name was Mira, one of the few people in the palace who could get away with teasing the king without losing her head. She was the palace’s head strategist and a close ally to Alaric, though she often acted more like a sister than a subordinate.“Oh, it gets better,” Knox said, leaning back in his chair. “He called her my Luna like he was in some kind of romance novel.”Mira burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “I can’t believe I missed this! Where was I?”“Probably off doing actual work,” Knox replied, smirking.Mira wiped a tear from her eye, her laughter finally subsiding. “You’re serious, though? Alaric actually did that?”“As serious as the scowl he gave me when I told him I was going to tell you.”Mira shook her head, grinning. “Poor Liana. She probably thinks he’s lost his mind.”“He has,” Knox said with mock seriousness.Mira slapped his arm playfully

I didn’t want to see him. But I felt like, out of respect, I should.I gave Knox a look, biting my lips as I glanced at Alaric, who stood there like some stone-cold statue. His gaze was unwavering, piercing straight through me.Knox smirked and nudged me forward. “Go on, little wolf. Don’t keep him waiting.”I shot Knox a glare, but my feet moved on their own, carrying me toward the man who ruled everything within these walls and beyond. The closer I got, the more I felt his presence, like a suffocating weight in the air. His icy blue eyes tracked my every step, unreadable and unnervingly focused.When I finally stood before him, I bowed my head slightly, more out of instinct than anything else. “Your Majesty,” I murmured.Alaric didn’t say anything at first. He just watched me, his gaze dipping to my face, lingering like he was trying to read my thoughts.My skin prickled under his scrutiny, and I dared to glance up, locking eyes with him. For a split second, I swore I saw something

I woke to the sound of knocking, sharp and hasty, pulling me from restless sleep. My eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. The lavish bed, the ornate chandelier, the faint scent of lavender,it all came rushing back.A second knock followed, louder this time.“Wake up,” came Knox’s voice from the other side of the door.Groaning softly, I sat up, pushing the covers off. I adjusted my nightie, standing up. “Why? What time is it?”“It’s time to stop pretending this is a vacation,” he said dryly.I dragged myself out of bed, my body still aching from the tension of the previous night. Opening the door, I found Knox leaning casually against the frame, his arms crossed.“Do you always wake people up like this?” I muttered, brushing a hand through my messy hair.He smirked. “You’ll get used to it.”“Doubt it.”Before he could reply, the, Elise, stepped in, passing from beside Knox and me. She barely spared me a glance as she moved past, carrying a small bu

I gasped. My chest tightened, each breath shallow and painful. The tears had dried on my cheeks, but the ache in my heart had only grown worse. My hands clawed at the sheets as I tried to steady myself, but the heaviness of my memories made it impossible. I couldn’t breathe. I clawed at my chest but it was impossible. Panic surged through me, sharp and unrelenting, as though invisible hands were squeezing the air from my lungs. I stumbled off the bed, my legs trembling beneath me. The room felt too small, the walls pressing in on me, it felt as if they were squeezing me in. I staggered to the door, wrenching it open, and rushed into the hallway. My bare feet padded against the cold stone floor as I searched desperately for an escape, any place where I could breathe again. My vision blurred with fresh tears, but I kept moving, driven by the overwhelming need for air. A balcony. The double doors stood at the end of the corridor, the moonlight spilling through the gla

Knox led me through the winding halls of the palace, his strides confident and unhurried as I struggled to keep up. My new quarters, as he called them, were located on the eastern wing of the castle, far from the bustling activity of the main hall.When we stopped in front of a massive wooden door, Knox pushed it open and stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter.The room was... breathtaking.Golden sunlight filtered through tall arched windows draped with sheer white curtains, illuminating the polished wooden floors. A grand four-poster bed with dark mahogany frames sat at the center, its plush mattress covered in soft cream linens and adorned with golden embroidery. A chandelier hung from the high ceiling, its crystals catching the light and scattering rainbows across the room.To the left, a small sitting area with velvet armchairs and a round table stood by the window, and a tall bookshelf lined one wall, its shelves filled with books whose spines gleamed with gold lettering. Acro

His breath hitched.Then he grabbed me.One arm around my waist, the other yanking me off the stool and spinning me around. My breath caught as I bent forward over the counter, his chest pressed to my back, one hand sliding under the hem of the shirt—gripping my bare ass like he owned it.“You think you can tease me like that?” he hissed in my ear. “Sit there soaking wet, shirt half see-through, nipples hard, knowing I could see everything?”My thighs trembled.His hand came down.SMACK.I gasped, back arching, pussy clenching around nothing.He spanked me again, harder this time.CRACK.“Ryder—”“No,” he growled. “You don’t get to start the fire and walk away. You wanna be bad? Fine. I’ll show you what happens to bad girls.”He pressed his hips against my ass and I could feel it—his cock, pulsing through the fabric, sliding along my bare skin, so close to slipping inside and destroying me.I whimpered.He leaned closer, lips brushing my ear. “Tell me to stop.”I didn’t.I pushed my h

I yanked open the bathroom door and bolted into the hallway, water dripping everywhere. I didn’t think. I didn’t look.I dove.Straight onto Ryder, who had just turned the corner with a bowl of something in his hand.We crashed to the floor in a flailing mess of limbs and curses.“Jesus—Evie?!”“There’s a spider!” I shrieked, clinging to his very solid and very shirtless chest like my life depended on it. Which, honestly, it did.“A what—?”“A SPIDER, RYDER. A big one. With legs. And an agenda to kill me!”He blinked at me, clearly trying to process the fact that I was…well…soapy, wet, and very much naked on top of him.I realized it at the same time he did.“Oh my God,” I croaked, scrambling up. “Oh my God—I’m—this isn’t—”He looked dazed. Just flat-out stunned.“I didn’t mean to dive on you like that,” I babbled, backing up while trying to cover myself with my hands and also failing miserably. “There was a spider and I panicked and my brain just short-circuited and now I’m—oh God—”

We were halfway to his car when my phone buzzed in my pocket.I didn’t need to check the screen to know who it was.I sighed, answering. “Hi, Mum.”“Evie, where are you?”“Uh… with Ryder.”A pause. “At this time?”“He’s dropping me off.”“Dropping you off where?”I glanced at him as he opened the passenger door for me.I muttered, “His place.”“Evie,” her voice went sharper. “Are you seriously—?”“Just for the night,” I said quickly. “Something happened, okay? It’s not—Ryder’s just being careful. Someone trashed my locker.”There was silence on the other end. I could hear the frown through the phone.I held the phone out to him. “She wants to kill me. Fix it.”He blinked. “What?”“Just take it.”He took the phone and brought it to his ear.“Hi, ma’am. Ryder here.” His voice dropped to that calm, polite tone he used with adults, the

I didn’t stop.Not even when her laughter followed me like a shadow, echoing down the hallway like a ghost I couldn’t shake off.I gritted my teeth, gripping my bag tighter as I turned the corner. My boots thudded against the floor, fast and angry.Stay out of the past.That’s what she meant, right? That smug, whispered threat.She didn’t have to say Liliana’s name. She didn’t need to. I heard it in every poisoned word. Every look. Every smile that didn’t reach her eyes.She knew.And she was warning me.But I wasn’t backing down.I made my way through the east wing and into the old gym building. The one barely anyone used anymore except cheer or late practices. It was quieter here. Forgotten.That’s where my locker was.Where I kept everything I didn’t want in my dorm room—backup clothes, old files, flash drives, and a box of printed articles about Liliana I didn’t want anyone else to see. My research had to stay hidden. Because even Ryder didn’t know how far I’d gone.I stopped at t

Liliana’s name wasn’t just a rumor. It wasn’t just some tragic footnote in the Ravencrest gossip mill. She was real. A real human being that died because of the bad treatment from rich students that think that they are unstoppable.And whatever happened to her… it was being buried. Erased. Meaning if was valuable enough to put Sienna and Cohen out of business. Am I doing this because it's going to suddenly stop bullying? No. It won't even stop bullying. It will continue. Someone else would do it again. The cycle would continue but at least for now, I won't get to see Sienna paid face again. I am selfish and curious like that. I slipped out of the library and headed toward the administration building, keeping close to the shadows. I knew the janitors had their rounds, but it was almost seven and most of the main staff would be long gone. The hallway lights flickered with that annoying buzz they always made. Half the place smelled like dust and printer ink.My palms were sweating

“Bullshit.”He exhaled, ran a hand down his face. “What do I say? It's the same shit. Unlike you,you get to study and also do football which I am surprised you could handle. But for me, I don't get that. My dad’s breathing down my neck. He wants me out of here, Ryder. Wants me to quit everything, start training for the company. Says football is a waste of time.”I leaned against the wall. “You never told me that. You said it was about that heiress."He shrugged. “Didn’t think it mattered.”“Of course it matters.”He went quiet for a moment, then looked at me again.“You’re lucky, man. Your dad might be cold as hell, but at least he lets you breathe. Mine? He controls every breath I take.”I looked at him, then said quietly, “Then stop holding it in.”He frowned.“Your whole life doesn’t have to be scripted by him. You wanna play football? Play. You wanna screw up a few things to figure out what fits? D

As soon as Rowan’s mother uttered my name, I felt the shift in the air. My heart pounded, but I kept my face composed. This was not the first time I'd dealt with their disdain. But now, here, in front of everyone, I felt their judgment more acutely than ever."Oh, how the mighty have fallen," his mother sneered, her perfectly manicured hand lifting to inspect her nails, as if my presence was beneath her. "Tell me, how does it feel to be dragged into a world you don't belong in, Remi? Still clinging to that ridiculous notion of being with my son, are you?"I opened my mouth to speak, but Rowan's father cut in, his voice deep and condescending. "A woman like you," he said, shaking his head, "from a family with nothing to offer, clinging to the hope of elevating your status. It’s almost... pathetic."I clenched my fists, trying to control my temper. Every part of me wanted to speak up, but I was a guest here, and I knew they would only use my words against me.Before I could form a reply

As we drove home, the car was unusually quiet. Larry sat in the back, arms crossed, staring out the window. Sally, on the other hand, seemed lost in thought, her small hands fiddling with the hem of her school uniform. The tension in the air was palpable, but I wasn’t ready to break the silence just yet.We turned a corner, the familiar streets rolling by, and I couldn’t shake the weight that had settled in my chest. The hospital visit, Rowan’s note, the principal’s stern expression—it all circled in my mind. But none of that mattered as much as what was really troubling me.I glanced at Sally through the rearview mirror. "Sally," I said softly, breaking the silence, "do you want to tell me what happened today?"She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip before finally speaking. "It’s... it’s nothing, Mommy.""Nothing?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Sweetheart, it wasn’t nothing. You had an asthma attack, and Larry got into a fight. Something happened. You can tell me."She didn’t res

When I arrived at the school, my heart was racing. Larry getting into a fight wasn’t entirely shocking—he’d always had a temper, especially when it came to protecting his twin brother, Laura. But I didn’t expect a call about an actual fight. Not today.I rushed through the hallways, barely registering the other parents or the stern gaze of the school staff. When I entered the principal’s office, I found Larry sitting in one of the chairs, arms crossed and a sullen expression on his face. Laura, on the other hand, was pale, clutching his inhaler in one hand. The principal, Mr. Horton, stood behind his desk, arms folded, looking less than pleased."Ms. Laurent," he greeted me with a tight nod. "We need to talk."I quickly knelt by Laura’s chair, checking him over. "Laura, baby, are you okay?"He nodded weakly, but I could hear the slight wheeze in his breath. It wasn’t a full-blown asthma attack anymore, but he’d clearly been struggling earlier. I brushed the hair off his forehead, my h

I stepped out of the hospital, pulling my coat tighter around me as the cool evening breeze brushed against my skin. It had been another long day. I was ready to go home, pour myself a glass of wine, and maybe soak in a bath for a few minutes of peace. But as soon as I pushed through the glass doors, I spotted him.Asher Carmichael, leaning casually against his sleek, black car, wearing those damn sunglasses, even though the sun had already set. He looked like he’d stepped out of a magazine—broad shoulders, a tight black T-shirt that clung to his muscular chest, and jeans that fit him just right. His arms, tanned and rippling with muscle, were crossed over his chest, and a playful smirk tugged at his lips.Phew.I rolled my eyes as I approached him, pulling my bag higher onto my shoulder. "How many times have I told you to stop coming to my work, Asher?"He pushed himself off the car, walking toward me with that swagger he always had, sunglasses still on as if he were some sort of act

Rowan's POVI couldn't stop thinking about her.Like some obsessed fool. It was ridiculous, really. Dr. Remi Laurent. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face.Her lips, red and plump, those hazel eyes, her dark wave hair that was in a high ponytail. Every time I tried to focus on work, her voice echoed in my mind. I had met thousands of people in my life, but something about her stuck. It wasn't just her beauty — though that was undeniable — it was the way she carried herself, like she had a world of secrets beneath those eyes of hers.Her words cold, but her voice sweet like caramel. I shouldn’t care. I had no reason to care.I felt like a fool. And yet, here I was, staring at my phone like an idiot, debating whether to do something about it. The screen lit up with my assistant’s contact information. Callum was always the guy I turned to for this kind of thing. Efficient, discreet, and loyal to a fault.I hit the dial button without much of a second thought."Sir," Callum an

I stood in front of the glowing screen in the lab, my eyes tracing the scans of Rowan’s brain. It was incredible how delicate the human mind was—how one moment of trauma could rearrange everything, erase years, and leave you a stranger to your own life. His scans showed the aftermath of the surgery, the damaged areas of his brain that had been repaired, and the swollen sections that had likely led to his memory gaps.A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. Dr. Carter, one of my colleagues, and good friend, the person who had gotten me my job, entered the room, holding a folder and a cup of coffee. He glanced at the scans and then at me, raising an eyebrow."So, how’s our miracle patient?" he asked, sipping from his cup as he moved to stand beside me.I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to push down the wave of emotions that had been rolling through me since Rowan woke up. "He’s awake, responsive... and smiling."Dr. Carter chuckled. "Smiling? That’s a good sign.""Y

I stood still.The water dripped from my hair. My skin still glowed faintly, markings humming beneath the surface. The silence around me wasn’t peaceful—it was coiled. Like a held breath.I was naked. But I didn’t feel cold. I didn’t feel… anything. Not properly.And their eyes—God, they were staring.Kai.Kylan.Kieran.They stood frozen near the edge of the spring, all three looking like they wanted to move closer but didn’t dare.“She’s not… blinking,” Kylan muttered.“She’s not Briar,” Kai replied, his voice low and sharp.Something twitched in my chest. I didn’t know if it was anger or sadness. Something flickered. I looked down at the water swirling around my waist. It was still listening. Ready.“What if she screams again?” Kylan whispered. “What if she vaporizes us this time?”I looked up slowly.Kai didn’t move. “Then we hope she remembers who we are before it happens.”Kylan turned to him. “Oh great. Hope. Yeah, that’ll totally keep our bodies from turning to smoke.”“Be qu

Briar's POVEverything was quiet.Not in the way silence normally is. This wasn’t just the absence of sound.This… this was peace.I didn’t feel pain anymore. No heaviness in my chest. No burning behind my eyes. No panic clawing at the edge of my lungs.Just warmth.Gentle warmth, wrapping around my limbs like velvet.And light.So much light.I opened my eyes.I wasn’t at the road with vampires anymore.I was underwater.I could breathe.The water was so clear it felt like air. Light trickled in from above, dancing across the surface in golden ribbons. Everything glowed softly hues of blue and green and silver that shimmered with every tiny ripple.I looked down.I still had legs.No tail. No change. I wasn't a fish.And yet… it felt different.My skin was glowing. Lines trailed up my arms like ink beneath the surface—glowing faintly, moving ever so slightly like they were alive.I moved feeling free. As if in a long time I could actually breathe. I wasn't alone here. Figures moved

Kai’s POVShe hadn’t moved in over an hour.Not even a twitch.I stood near the window, arms crossed, eyes locked on her still figure as the storm inside me brewed heavier than the clouds outside. The kids had fallen asleep again, one on each side of her, their small hands curled against her arms like they were trying to keep her tethered to the world.I couldn’t stop staring.Because if I stopped staring… I might have to admit how scared I actually was.The power he felt emitted from her wasn’t wolf. Wasn’t anything I’d seen in a long time. It smelled old. Too old. Old like the vampires. Kylan entered the room quietly, a bottle of water in his hand and his entire posture screaming guilt.I hadn't asked him what had happened because I was thinking about ways to sort this out. I didn’t look at him when I asked, “What happened out there?”He sat on the edge of the table across from me, rubbing the back of his neck. “She passed out. After vaporizing a group of rogues and vampires. All

Kylan’s POVI could feel her heart beating erratically against me, her body still limp in my arms as I carried her through the forest, away from the wreckage.Briar was barely conscious, her breathing shallow, and that alone sent a panic that ran through me faster than I’d ever run in my wolf form.I knew something was wrong, but the sight of her collapsing—her body betraying her like that—had set off every protective instinct I had.I couldn’t wait for any help. I didn’t even think. I just needed to get her somewhere safe.Her head hung in my arms like a ragdoll, and I felt her weak pulse in my hands, her skin clammy with the sweat of whatever fever she’d caught from the siren power taking over.I abandoned the car the second I realized she wasn’t waking up. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t alone. What mattered was her. Always her.I shifted fast, fur sprouting across my body. The moment my Lycan form took over, I scooped her up, feeling the heat of her skin against my fur. My paws hit

The silence was suffocating.The last rogue fell as ash to the earth, drifting like dust on a dead wind.My chest heaved. My vision blurred.I didn’t understand what just happened. My scream—it had done something. Something terrifying.How? I had killed someone. Well not someone. Couple of people. Wait…Kylan.The screwdriver was still at my feet, but I barely noticed it now.I pushed open the car door stepping outside. “Kylan!” I screamed. Please no. Ease let me not have hurt him.“Briar!” He called out. I turned to see him and I sighed in relief. He was already shifting mid-sprint, fur retracting into skin, claws vanishing as his towering figure emerged from the trees, shirtless, panting, his eyes wild.“Briar!” he called, panic etched into every corner of his voice. “Where are you—”His eyes locked on me.And something in his face… froze.I turned to him fully now. I didn’t run to.him. I didn’t cry or shout in anger. I… smiled.My lips curved, slow. Calculated. Seductive. My

Silence settled between us again. Information overload. I was confused on how to feel. How to react. I had kids. I had a life. And right now, I am not sure who I am. I have something growing inside of me and surprisingly, I am from a bloodline of sea creatures. How? All my life I had grown up at the orphanage. Yes, people listened to me. Yes…my beauty and sometimes my voice…had…attracted people to me. A crown marred my forehead. As I looked to the ground. Kylan was the first to speak. “So, what’s our next move?”Theo exhaled. “You need to learn control. Fast. Before someone figures out what you are and comes looking.”A chill ran down my spine. “Someone is looking, aren’t they?”Theo’s expression didn’t change. “Wouldn’t you be?”I didn’t know what to say.I was just… confused.Me? A siren? It didn’t make sense. It didn’t fit.I wasn’t some mystical creature from a legend. I wasn’t powerful. I was just… me. An adopted girl with too many scars, too much baggage, and a history of r