Novels by Zie

One week after the incident at the old kasil. Amelia felt her stomach ache a little. She was now three months pregnant, and although it wasn't big yet, it was already protruding. "Amelia, you'd better rest a lot for a while because you look so tired," Elara said with concern. "Okay." Amelia closed the book she had gotten from the oracle's room. Amelia left the reading room, the woman walked to the room next to Anya's. Just as Amelia was about to open the door to her room, Anya came out of the room. Their gazes met. "Are you satisfied that you have taken Kaelen's attention?" "Sorry, didn't your husband tell you what really happened before, Anya." Amelia closed the door to her room again. "Remember well Amelia. Only my son will be the heir to this pack!" Anya said in a growled voice. Amelia took a deep breath, honestly feeling guilty for Anya. Because of her presence, the woman felt threatened. "Anya." Amelia looked at Anya's face which was so full of hatred. "I'm war

Amelia's heart was pounding as she exchanged glances with Kaelen. The air moved with tension, and the shadows in the corner of the room seemed to deepen, as if they were alive, waiting for the right moment to strike. "Stay close to me!" ordered Kaelen, moving towards the door with determined steps. Amelia followed him, her instincts screaming at her to be careful. They had faced Shadow before, but this time it felt different. The darkness felt so heavy, a tangible presence pressing against her chest. Stepping into the dimly lit corridor, the sound of vibration subsided, leaving an eerie silence behind Amelia. The flickering torches cast long shadows that danced on the stone walls, and Amelia couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. "What do you think it is?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Kaelen was silent, his brow furrowed in concentration. "This could be a warning. The Shadow has minions serving him. They may be closer than we think." Amelia's min

Amelia sat mesmerized as Elara spoke, her words weaving a tapestry of ancient prophecies and forgotten lore. The Oracle, a lineage of powerful women who held the key to the fate of the Lycan Kingdom, a lineage that stretched back centuries, was now her legacy.Elara explained that the Oracle's power was not just about seeing the future, but about shaping it. It was a force that could heal, protect, and even manipulate the very fabric of reality. But with such power came great responsibility, and a constant threat from those who would seek to control it for their own selfish ends.The weight of the prophecy pressed down on Amelia, a crushing realization that her life, her future, and the future of the Lycan Kingdom, rested on her shoulders. She was no longer just a struggling artist, a woman caught in a whirlwind of unexpected pregnancy and a powerful, dangerous mate. She was the Oracle, the key to saving the world from a darkness that threatened to consume it."But how?" Amelia asked,

The Lycan King, whose name Amelia finally learned was Kaelen, led her through a maze of corridors within the castle. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting scenes of battles, hunts, and ancient rituals, all steeped in a history that felt both fascinating and terrifying.Amelia, still reeling from the encounter with Kaelen's mate, felt a wave of anxiety wash over her. She was in a world she didn't understand, surrounded by creatures she didn't know, and caught in the middle of a power struggle she couldn't comprehend."Are you alright?" Kaelen asked, his voice a low rumble. He seemed to sense her unease, his gaze holding a hint of concern.Amelia nodded, trying to appear calm. "I'm fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just a little overwhelmed.""It's understandable,” Kaelen said, his voice softening slightly. "This is a lot to take in."He stopped in front of a heavy wooden door, its surface carved with intricate designs of wolves and moons. "This is where the

Amelia found herself crammed into the back of a sleek black SUV, the windows tinted so dark she could barely see outside. The Lycan King, whose name she still didn't know, sat in the front seat, his powerful presence filling the car with an unspoken tension."Where are we going?" Amelia asked, her voice barely a whisper.He glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his blue eyes holding a hint of amusement. "To a place where you can learn about your new reality," he said, his voice a low rumble.Amelia felt a shiver run down her spine. New reality? She was still trying to process the fact that she was pregnant with the Lycan King's child, let alone wrap her head around a whole new world of werewolves and magic.The drive was long and silent, the only sound being the hum of the engine and the occasional creak of the car. Amelia stared out the window, watching the world blur past. She had no idea where they were going, but she knew it wasn't anywhere near her familiar city.Finally, the ca

The morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains, painting Amelia's tiny apartment in a pale, ethereal glow. She stretched, feeling a familiar ache in her lower back, and then a wave of nausea washed over her. She stumbled to the bathroom, her stomach churning."Oh, God," she groaned, leaning over the toilet. This was the third time this week. She hadn't been feeling well, and her usual morning routine felt like a battle against her own body.She grabbed the pregnancy test from the medicine cabinet, her hand trembling slightly. She'd been putting it off, but the persistent nausea and the way her jeans felt suddenly too tight had finally pushed her to face the possibility.Two lines. Clear as day.Amelia stared at the test, her mind reeling. Pregnant? But how? She hadn't slept with anyone in months.A hazy memory flickered in her mind: a masked ball, a whirlwind of music and dancing, a man with piercing blue eyes and a powerful presence. She remembered his touch, the way he held he