Novels by NOSA SMITH

Sebastian's POV The meeting in the courtyard had been brief, but I could sense the shock and curiosity in the air. Everyone was surprised by how quickly I had recovered, and I knew that rumors were already beginning to spread through the palace like wildfire. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to know that Eleanor was a healer.I had my own reasons for keeping this secret hidden, especially from her father. I knew how hungry for power he was, and I had seen firsthand the destruction that such ambition could cause. My own father’s relentless hunger for power had led him to his downfall, and it had cost me dearly—the loss of my brother Francis was a wound that never truly healed.I could not let Eleanor’s father learn of her gift. It wasn’t just about healing; I had seen her do things that went far beyond simple restoration. I remembered the day when she moved the clouds as if they were her playthings and even summoned fire with a mere gesture. These displays of power were extraord

Ryker's POV I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity to finally speak with Alpha Eleanor. When she summoned me, a mix of emotions welled up inside me. I felt a surge of excitement at the thought of seeing her, yet that excitement was mixed with deep anger and worry.I was furious when I first learned that Eleanor had used her healing powers on Sebastian. I knew well the dangers of those powers, especially since she had not yet mastered them. Every time she used them, the power drained her, leaving her weak and vulnerable. I had worried for her safety, and now that fear had turned into anger. That very morning, when I saw Sebastian, my anger exploded. I lost control for a moment. I knew I had offended the Lycan King, but at that moment, I felt justified. Sebastian had been reckless—his foolish decision to venture into the forest alone and fight the wolf hunters had nearly cost him his life. If he had died, our entire reign might have fallen into chaos, sparking a war that c

Alicia's POV This was all his fault. I paced back and forth in front of Klaus, my chest tight with fury, my hands shaking. “This is all your fault!” I spat, my voice sharp and unforgiving. Klaus sat there, calm as ever, his expression unreadable, but his eyes—his eyes flashed with something dangerous. “Alicia, I need you to be quiet,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “I need silence to think.” I let out a bitter laugh. "Think? What's there to think about? We've lost everything because of you. You hesitated, Klaus. You waited too long, and now look—Sebastian is still alive, and our entire plan is in ruins!" His jaw clenched, his usual calm cracking just slightly. “Alicia, stop. Just stop. You’re not thinking clearly.” I stared at him, rage burning hot in my chest. “I’m not thinking clearly?” I repeated, my voice dripping with disbelief. "You were so sure of yourself, so arrogant, thinking this would be easy. That we could just walk in, take control, and no one would s

Sebastain's POV I sat beside Leila, my mind wandering back to Eleanor. My cousin’s words had painted a clear picture of what had happened while I was... away. I still struggled to understand how Eleanor had healed me—how she had used her strange, gentle powers to make my wounds vanish. It was more than I could ever imagine.Leila’s eyes shone with both wonder and tiredness as she spoke. “I was shocked when Eleanor told me she could heal you, Sebastian. At first, I did not believe her, but then I saw it with my own eyes. The scars and cuts on your body simply disappeared. But it took all of her strength, and it left her very weak.”A sharp pang of guilt mixed with deep gratitude filled my heart. I felt sorry for the pain Leila had endured, and I was thankful to Eleanor for her kind act. I remembered the faint, warm smile she gave me just before I... before I returned. That small smile had touched me deeply, and now I longed for the day when she would wake up again.The questions kept

Alicia's POV I stood before the mirror, running my hands over the soft folds of my gown. The seamstress had done a wonderful job. The deep red fabric clung to me perfectly, shimmering in the candlelight like fresh blood. I had my hair swept up into a neat bun, with a few loose curls framing my face just so perfectly. I tilted my head to admire my reflection—I felt radiant, more beautiful than ever. Even more beautiful than any Luna our pack has seen. I knew this was my destiny - I was born to be Luna.Klaus stepped quietly behind me. His broad presence filled the room as usual. He walked towards me, a smile dancing on his lips and he pressed a warm kiss to my neck. “You look beautiful,” he murmured, and his words made my heart flutter. I could feel his strong hands on my waist as he reassured me. My thoughts, however, were already with the night ahead. I was worried about the outcome of tonight. Tonight, Klaus would enter the palace and claim his place as the new Lycan King, and I w

Sebastain’s POVEleanor saved your life." Leila's voice echoed in my mind as I slowly rose from the bed, ignoring her hurried protests. I had to find Eleanor. I needed to know what happened. Her words confused me, and I couldn't grasp the full meaning. Why was she crying? What did 'saved your life' mean? Had Eleanor sacrificed her own life for mine? The questions flooded my mind, but one thought became clearer than the rest: I had to understand what had happened. I wasn’t concerned with the confusion or the tears—I had to find her. As I staggered through the corridor, I could feel my body shifting back from wolf form to normal. Adrenaline surged through my veins, and like a miracle, the guards and maids gasped at the sight of me. I could sense their awe. Something extraordinary had taken place. But what exactly had happened? When? How long had I been unconscious, and why could I remember only a fragmented vision of myself lying on the forest floor, surrounded by my blood? I had call