Novel-novel oleh Honey Drop

Lunette POV The moment that Varda fired that bolt I had been sure it would hit Axel. So sure in fact that the world had slowed around me, my breath caught in my throat as I braced for the worst. But then Lorraine had stepped in. While she quarreled with her mother all I could feel was relief—until Varda struck again, until I saw the bright red blood spreading across her clothes as she crumpled to the floor. Varda had tried to kill her own daughter. For a second, all I could do was stare. I stood frozen, watching in horror as Axel caught Lorraine before she hit the dirt. Lorraine’s body trembled, her hands pressing against the wound, her lips parted in shock. Varda turned back to Axel but before I could react, Zarek moved. A low, guttural growl ripped from his throat as his body twisted and grew, his Lycan form bursting free. He lunged at Varda, his teeth bared in a snarl. Varda barely had time to turn before his fangs sank deep into her neck. Her scream was cut off as he tor

Zarek POV They attacked us first, or they tried to anyway, after our escape we made plans to draw them out, it would be the best way to even our playing field and she was pissed when she discovered we were missing. She had brought her men in immediately,"Kill them all!" She roared and the battle that followed afterwards was pure chaos. Snarls and screams filled the night air as blood soaked the dirt beneath my feet. My muscles burned, but I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not until Varda was dead. The Lycan curse poured through my veins like fire, pain following it and pushing me past my limits. My body twisted, the monstrous power within me taking over. My claws lengthened, my teeth sharpened, and a guttural roar tore from my throat. Varda’s men hesitated at the sight of me. Good. They should be afraid. With a single leap, I tore into the nearest warrior, my claws ripping through armor and flesh like paper. The scent of blood thickened in the air as another wolf lunged at me his

Axel POV The weight of Curtis’s death still hung heavy in the air, but we had no time to grieve. The dungeon might have been cold and suffocating, but the fire of rage burning inside me made it bearable.We had to escape, and we had to bring Varda down. Zarek sat against the wall, arms crossed, jaw clenched. He hadn’t spoken much since Curtis died. I could see the storm brewing inside him, the need for vengeance, for blood. I felt it too, and it wasn't just the curse, to know that our mother had died at the hands of such a man. But Lunette—Lunette was different. She stood between us, but she didn’t cry anymore, the tears from earlier seemed to have dried up. "We have to kill her." Zarek hissed and shook his head "No." “We have to be smart,” he continued, voice steady. “We can’t just rush into a fight. Varda is dangerous. If we attack without a plan, we’ll lose.” “She killed our mother,” he growled, his voice raw. "She killed our father. She has to pay for it.” Lunette,

Lunette POV I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe. To have Varda standing before me, tall and proud no hint of remorse in her eyes, her golden hair catching the flickering light of the candle in the cabin we had run to, and her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she looked down at me, at all of us. "You look surprised, darling." She purred, stepping closer, the scent of death clung to her, or was that Curtis blood pooling over the floor making my stomach churn. "Surely, you knew this day would come." I shook my head, willing myself to speak, but nothing came out. “Where’s Alpha Slade?” Axel asked, his voice low and dangerous. His hands curled into fists at his sides, barely restrained fury radiating off him. "He has to know that this won't end well for him." Varda sighed dramatically. “He's outlived his usefulness honestly it was such a burden waiting for him to kick the bucket" My father… dead? My legs nearly gave out, and I staggered back. “No,” I whispered, my voice ba

Axel’s POVThe council chambers were suffocating me, and Lorraine standing beside me was not doing me any favors to be honest, her face composed but I saw the glint in her eyes. She had me wrapped around her fingers and the council was helping her squeeze. They had all but declared, Lunette, Curtis and Zarek traitors to the pack. “We cannot allow them to run free,” Lorraine said, her voice dripping with false concern."If Zarek and Lunette are left unchecked, they’ll bring ruin to Grey Moon. We have to act before it’s too late.” I clenched my fists at my sides, barely containing my anger because I knew she didn’t care about the pack, only her own ambitions but her performance was flawless and the council bought it, murmuring their agreement,“Alpha Axel,” elder Fred addressed me. "You must send your soldiers to apprehend them. For the good of the pack.” I had gotten used to those words over the last few days, even more than I had gotten used to my own father's death. Maybe it wa

Varda POV I heard the news about Alpha Cormac's deathly injury, while I was cleaning up my new room, it had been one of the best news I had in a very long while.I knew it was time.When I had sent the assassins to finish off Lunette, it had never occured to me that I would catch bigger fish in my endeavor.The alpha Cormac, the biggest alpha om our coast and the most respected, it was a coup. A storm of satisfaction had spread through me, filling me, this was good. I needed this chance now, cold determination settled over me as I leaned back in the ornate chair in Slade's–my study now. The Grey Moon pack was vulnerable. Their leadership in shambles this was the time for me to get more than I had wanted with the chaos that was no doubt already starting to spread. I had my opening.And while Lunette wasn't dead yet, that wasn't something I couldn't solve later.Lunette. The name was a bitter taste on my tongue, that little brat was a thorn in my side. She was a loose thread, the la

Sapphire’s povAfter calming the pack, Dad, Dimitri, and I headed inside, our discomfort palpable. We gathered around the fireplace, the crackling flames casting flickering shadows on our faces. Mary came in and set the fire, her eyes filled with sympathy."Who did it?" I asked in a hushed tone, my gaze fixed on the flames. My reaction was still raw, my emotions simmering just below the surface."Pardon me?" Father asked, his brow furrowed in confusion."Who started the fire, Father?" I pressed, my voice firm but controlled. "You must have known who it was."Sadly, we don't," Father replied, his expression somber."Well, are you trying every day to find out?" I asked, my frustration growing.Father sighed, his eyes tired. "Look, Sapphire, it's late. Finding the person won't bring your sister back, so let's just drop the issue.

Sapphire’s pov“My sister is gone?”Dimitri's arm wrapped around me, holding me close as I trembled with shock and grief. Father's face was etched with sorrow, his eyes filled with tears."I'm so sorry, Sapphire," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I should have been able to save her."I shook my head, unable to speak. The weight of my loss was crushing me, making it hard to breathe. Dimitri's grip on me tightened, holding me upright.Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves echoed through the night air. A group of riders emerged from the darkness, their faces illuminated by the flickering flames of our burning estate.One of the riders dismounted, rushing towards us.his face set in a grim expression."I'm so sorry," he said, his voice low and urgent. "We need to get you out of here, now. The fire is spreading fast.

Sapphire’s povAfter my bath, Mary bid me goodnight and left, closing the door softly behind her. I slipped into my nightgown, my mind still reeling from the events of the day. What had the fortune teller meant, especially when she'd called Dimitri and me a couple? I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts. Taking a deep breath, I slowly drifted off to sleep.But my rest was short-lived. It felt like mere hours had passed before I stirred, groggily opening my eyes to find my room shrouded in a thick, eerie fog. I sat up with a start, my heart racing as I realized that my entire room was filled with smoke.I began coughing, my lungs burning from the smoke. Soon, screams echoed from outside, and I quickly stepped out into the chaos. Maids were running wildly, their faces panicked. I rushed to Father's room to rescue him, but he wasn't there.I turned to see the fire had already consumed part

Sapphire’s povThe silence between us was thick, and Dimitri's expression was unreadable. It wasn't my place to ask what was on his mind, so I didn't."Is that all for the day?" he finally asked."No, actually," I replied. "We still have to see the village fortune teller.""Oh, a fortune teller," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "How interesting. Well, lead the way."The air felt lighter as we walked towards the fortune teller's home.“ so do you believe in fortune telling” I asked to cut the silence“ no I don’t, but it’s nice others do, I just don’t”Oh okay.. I actually don’t either” I lied I really doAs we approached the fortune teller's place, I couldn't shake the feeling that we

Sapphire’s povThe next day, I woke up with a sense of determination. I was going to do everything in my power to avoid Dimitri and anything that had to do with him. After a quick breakfast, I gathered my things, ready to head out to the village for some work that needed my attention. Just as I reached the door, my father called out to me, his voice echoing with authority.“Is everything okay, Father?” I asked, halting mid-step, my heart racing slightly at the unexpected interruption.“I have some matters to discuss with your sister,” he replied, his tone serious. “So why don’t you take Dimitri for your morning patrol?”My stomach churned at the mention of his name. “Uhm, Father, I’m sure the Lycan King won’t want to see some villagers,” I protested, trying to mask the rising panic within me.But before I could finish my thought, Dimitri’s voice cut through the air, smooth and confident. “No, I would actually love to come.”I felt heat rush to my cheeks, a mix of frustration and embar

Sapphires povDimitri leaned against the counter, a smirk playing on his lips as he took another gulp of water. “You know I’m the lycan king, right? I could smell you from a mile away.” His gaze remained fixed on the cup, not even bothering to look in my direction. My heart raced at his words—how did he know? When did he realize? With a resigned sigh, I stepped out from behind the door, feeling the weight of his presence.“If you knew I was there, then why didn’t you say so sooner? You had to make me feel dumb?” I shot back, my voice laced with a playful cunning as I approached him.“Cause I liked how cute you think you can hide from me.” Really? I raised an eyebrow, intrigued, as I closed the distance between us, stopping just inches away. I could feel his heartbeat, the intoxicating scent of him filling the air. A smile crept onto my face as I remembered my earlier thirst. I turned to pour some water into the cup, finally acknowledging my own needs. Taking a sip, I moved away fro