Novels by Author Anselm

REGINA The light surrounded me, warm and pulsing, almost alive. I stepped forward, drawn to the glow as if it was calling my name. My heart thudded in my chest as I looked around. And then I saw him. “Lionel,” I breathed, my voice trembling. He stood a few feet away, but he wasn’t the Lionel I was used to seeing. His form shimmered, like a reflection ghostly. He looked... tired. Not the kind of tired that sleep could cure, but something deeper, something etched into his very being. His shoulders were slumped, his once-commanding figure diminished, and his eyes, usually piercing and alive, seemed muted. “Regina,” he said softly, his voice so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. I took a step toward him, my hand outstretched, but something stopped me. It wasn’t physical—no wall or barrier—but it was there, keeping me from reaching him. “Lio

REGINAThe hospital corridors felt endless, each step carrying me closer to an unbearable truth I couldn’t accept. Lionel was dying. The words echoed in my mind, hollow and cruel, like a bell tolling for the inevitable. My chest tightened as I approached the room where they had taken him, my legs trembling with the weight of my emotions. The door loomed ahead, a barrier between me and the man I had fought so hard to hate—and, perhaps, the man I had unknowingly come to love. With a shaky breath, I pushed it open. The sight before me nearly brought me to my knees. Lionel lay motionless on the bed, his once powerful frame fragile and pale. Machines beeped softly around him. His chest rose and fell faintly. I stepped closer, my footsteps hesitant. My heart screamed at me to run to him, to hold him, to do something—but I felt frozen. As I stood there, my mind flooded with memories, the weight of our history crashing over me.

REGINA The silver glow of the moon illuminated the forest outside, casting eerie shadows that danced with the wind. My gaze remained fixed on the treetops swaying in the distance. There was something strange about tonight—something I couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t just the news of Lionel’s disappearance. It was more than worry or guilt. It was a deep, wolf-like instinct that tugged at my chest, refusing to let go. Ruby stirred within me, her presence restless. Do you feel that? she asked, her voice a low growl. I nodded absently, still staring out into the darkness. “It’s like he’s calling out... but not with words.”We need to move. Ruby urged. Now.Without hesitation, I left my room, moving with purpose through the mansion. Ryker was just stepping inside, his expression grim, when I found him. “Ryker,” I called out, my voice sharper than I intended. He looked up, startled by the urgency in my tone. “What is

REGINA The sun’s warm rays kissed my skin as I stepped onto the set of Springwood Entertainment’s newest project. I’d been dreaming of this moment for as long as I could remember. The cameras, the buzz of the crew, the hum of creativity in the air—it was everything I had ever wanted. I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders, reminding myself that this was my fresh start. No Lionel. No heartbreak. Just me, chasing my dreams. “Regina,” Victor Ashford’s deep voice cut through my thoughts, and I turned to see him approaching. He exuded power and charisma, his dark eyes gleaming with confidence as he offered me a small smile. “Ready for your big day?” “Yes,” I said, mustering up a confident smile of my own. I was struggling with my focus, averting his piercing eyes and the strange aura surrounding him.I remembered Lionel’s words from the night before. He’s dangerous; I want you to stay away from him. Something leapt in my heart. R

LIONEL Grandpa’s silence was louder than anything he could have said. His usually unshakable expression faltered, his brow creased with worry and disbelief as he absorbed my words. I stood there, trying to steady my breath, my chest tight as the enormity of my decision settled between us. “You’re serious.” He finally said. “How did it happen?”I shrugged. “I don’t think I want to go into the details. What can I say? I was trying to save someone; I drew on my energy too early and that was it. My inner wolf warned me, but I didn’t listen.”Grandpa shook with discomfort. “Lionel, there is danger when your energy source is broken! It’s like…”“Yeah, I’m aware. I’m dying slowly.” Just like Regina. I couldn’t tell if Grandpa knew about Regina.“Does Regina know?”“About this? No. Why should she?” I saw no reasons to tell her.“That’s the hope of getting the energy source fixed, Lionel.”“What?”“Y

LIONEL The silence in my study was oppressive. I sat behind my desk, staring at the stack of papers that required my attention. Pack reports, business accounts, contracts—all of them stared back at me, demanding focus I couldn’t give. My mind was elsewhere, swirling with thoughts of Regina and Victor Ashford. I glanced at my phone for the tenth time that hour. Still no word from Ryker. Running a hand through my hair, I exhaled sharply. Ryker’s reluctance earlier was understandable. He wasn’t wrong to feel uneasy about tailing Regina, especially after what had happened between him, Gwen, and Regina in the past. Yet, I needed to know. Not because of distrust—at least, that’s what I told myself—but because the name Victor Ashford carried weight, and none of it was good. The door creaked open, pulling me from my thoughts. My heart leapt, expecting Ryker, but it was Regina. Her presence was electric, commanding my attention immediately.