Novels by Nova Ink

Claudia “What the hell are you waiting for?! Go ahead.” I yelled at him. “Just reject me and leave me the hell alone. At least you'd know you're dying alone without a care in the world.” He brushed his dark wavy hair backwards in frustration. There was this secret that was added to his soul and each time he tried to reach for it, he brushed it off almost immediately. Close enough for me to see what his impressions are.“I cannot reject you!” He blurted out. “Like I said, the mate bond is different for Alpha's. When an alpha feels a deep connection with his said mate. Their souls are tied through an imprint. It is uncontrollable, we cannot choose whom we imprint on. Finding your mate is just the first step, imprinting takes time, for some years. Others, like us, the minute we find out. When an imprint is done on your mate, there isn't any going back. I can't just flip the switch. I cannot reject you.”“Mates reject each other. It is normal.”“Not for Alpha blood. Our souls are linked

ClaudiaI didn't trust him. I knew my life was doomed with him and there was nothing that could change that. Yet, I felt a sense of knowing when I am close to him. Always feels familiar and I could tell that he was someone that I knew or probably had a close or short contact with. Then, who am I kidding? I haven't met him and it seemed this curse had been with him for the longest time. I didn't know how to help him, I did the little I could. With the portion and all but to see that someone was trying to poison him, it was beyond me. We moved into a bigger bedroom, two bedrooms conjoined as one. It has proper ventilation and was better for his health. I knew there was no way out of this but I was hoping that would have a slight change. Why am I bothering myself for someone who is going to die soon? Who is cold, authoritative and distant? Why do I care so much? I want to think it is the mate bond but If I was feeling this kind of devotion toward him, then it ran deeper than that. Besid

Marcellus Still holding on to my cane, the repressed anger mixed with pain was tough to handle as my head began to explode. Everything was blurry and filled with red. Nate was still talking but I couldn't make out the words. “Nate, shut it!” I yelled at him. “These things are for you to handle. We cannot risk another attack not when we are at the brink of a strange transition. When I am gone, my brother would take charge of everything and do you think he would let you lead with what is best of the pack and the realm? How come we still don't know about the assassins that have been terrorizing the realm?!”“Alpha, we are looking into it.” He said quietly. “Looking into it?! How come anyone isn't capable around here? Are you all waiting for me to die?! So you can do what the hell you want?” My raged fueled faster. The pain became unbearable and this was the episode and it was only a matter of time before the seizures finally took place. It was bad enough that I could control my anger a

Marcellus I heard her yesterday and I can only imagine what that meant. I felt the bond when she arrived but due to my illness, I was able to not feel the imprint I had on her. An Alpha imprinting on a mere wolf like her goes beyond screaming ‘mate’ like she did. It was deeper than just recognizing your mate. It is a flame. A soul tie. Bond for pain and release. Laughter and sadness. Unlucky for her, my sadness ran deep. For me, it doesn't come easy, how do I control the hunger for her when I will soon be locked away in the past. Everyone has finally avoided me and made sure that I had nothing left to do and she wasn't just scared. I was more scared of the soul ties I had with her. If she passes out of my gaze for a second, panic arises in me. Since I am weak, it is only going to take an army to pin me down into spiraling into anger. How can I manage this illness and my need for her?I knew I had been sent to my early grave when she arrived. She was more doomed than I am. The pain ins

Claudia “In two weeks, I’ll be dead.”I blinked, the weight of his words rendering me momentarily speechless. My hands clenched the fabric of my dress, and I stared into the pitch-black room as if doing so would help me see him.“What did you just say?” I whispered, hoping I’d misheard.“You heard me,” he said, his voice void of emotion. “In two weeks, this sickness will claim me. That’s why they sent you here—to bide their time until I’m gone.”My chest tightened as I tried to comprehend his meaning. “But... why?”“Because when I die,” he continued, “you’ll be passed along to one of the elders as their concubine, that's if you prove to be useless afterwards. A fitting end for a pawn like you, don’t you think?”A cold wave of nausea washed over me. The room felt smaller, the air heavier, and I struggled to catch my breath. My father’s cold dismissal, my sisters’ pitiful glances—it all made sense now. None of them had dared to marry into this family because they had known. They had kn

Claudia “Stay back,” I warned, though my voice betrayed my fear. The rustling grew closer, and I backed up until I hit the door. My fingers fumbled for the handle, desperate to escape, but it wouldn’t budge. “Who’s there?” I asked again My voice trembled, betraying the confidence I tried to muster.“You should know,” he said, the edge in his tone sharp and cutting. “Or are you just as clueless as they said you’d be?” The voice was deep and raspy, slicing through the silence like a blade. I froze, my fist still midair. I hadn’t expected an answer—certainly not from inside the room. My breathing hitched as I turned, pressing my back against the door for support.I squinted into the suffocating darkness, but all I could see were shadows stretching endlessly. The faint rustle of movement echoed in the room, but it was impossible to pinpoint where it came from.“Are you... my husband?” I asked hesitantly, the words foreign and heavy on my tongue.A low chuckle emerged from the shadows, co