Novels by Lizzy Fash

HAILEY The moment I stepped inside the Fae Court, I knew this was a bad idea.Not that I feared them. No, the Fae had lost long ago any power they ever had to elicit anything more than annoyance in me. But that they'd taken it upon themselves to summon me, like I was some petty subject under their authority, brought my blood to a rolling boil.There was a hush that fell on the grand hall as I approached, my steps echoing on the shining crystal floors. The Fae lived and breathed beauty and lies, and their Queen was no exception. She lounged on her sparkling throne of woven silver and ivy, golden eyes unruffled, enigmatic.I remained standing before her, bowing my head by a fraction. "You are well aware, Your Majesty, that summoning in a Queen of my reputation is an insult worthy of war, aren't you?"The silence in the room intensified.I watched as the Queen's lips wobbled, her face a fleeting twitch of mirth playing upon her small face. "And yet you did."I smiled, but it was not war

ISAIAHThe sun had barely risen, but the castle was already alive with movement. The air hummed with tension, the aftermath of last night's claiming still potent with power. It was to be expected—three Alphas finally claiming their mate. The bond had taken hold, their powers intertwined with Alexia's, and now the whole of the supernatural world would feel the shift.I had expected much in my lifetime, yet watching destiny unfold before my eyes was always an occasion. However, unease sat heavy in my breast.Something was amiss.I stood on the highest balcony of the castle, looking out over the endless territories beneath me. The sky was cloudless, the air crisp, yet my mind elsewhere. I'd felt a stirring—a stirring beyond the triplet and Alexia connection. Something beneath the surface was twitching, an unseen energy crawling its way nearer.And it wasn't hostile.A soft shuffle at my rear had me turning.Hailey.The Queen strode purposefully, her presence commanding as always. But I

ALEXIAI'm tensed around the triplets, it's a full moon, my emotions are wild, my arousal potent yet I can't bring myself to loosen up; asides the fact that I'm two years older, I've always only seen the boys as my siblings but all of my impressions of them pale in comparison to this day.Jaden is the first to move towards me, spraying peppery kisses at my neck, my back and nipping at me with his fangs. A moan involuntarily slips out of me and Jermaine is suddenly next to him, as I try to keep a grasp on the emotions flying round me, he tears of my cloth while Jaden kisses me long and hard; I'm gasping for breath, breathless, lost and certainly unaware of my surroundings. At some point I'm lowered to the bed and Jackson is on me, his kisses are sweet, dominant and pleasurable and as I try to get used to the feeling, suddenly I feel long fingers in me, then two hot mouths on my nipples, it's too much, the pleasure is so heightened that I am lost and as my first climax rips through me,

JADENThe weight of Hailey's ultimatum hung over me like a thick fog. Three days. That was all Alexia had. Three days to decide whether or not she would accept or reject the bond that tied her to my brothers and me.And now, beneath the full moon's dark sky, I sat in our shared chambers, tension coiled tight within my muscles.Jackson stretched out on the couch, looking relaxed, but I noticed the restless flutter of his fingers against the armrest. Jermaine stood at the window, looking out at the moon with a face that couldn't be read.We didn't say a word.Because none of us had any idea what was coming.I exhaled a sharp breath, pushing myself off the wall I was standing against. "Think she'll show?" My voice was low, but my words echoed in the silence.Jermaine didn't turn from the window. "I don't know."Jackson snorted. "She doesn't actually have a choice. Either she takes us, or she lets us go. The question is—" His gaze met mine. "Can you handle it if she says no?"A muscle tig

JADENThe weight of Hailey's ultimatum hung over me like a thick fog. Three days. That was all Alexia had. Three days to decide whether or not she would accept or reject the bond that tied her to my brothers and me.And now, beneath the full moon's dark sky, I sat in our shared chambers, tension coiled tight within my muscles.Jackson stretched out on the couch, looking relaxed, but I noticed the restless flutter of his fingers against the armrest. Jermaine stood at the window, looking out at the moon with a face that couldn't be read.We didn't say a word.Because none of us had any idea what was coming.I exhaled a sharp breath, pushing myself off the wall I was standing against. "Think she'll show?" My voice was low, but my words echoed in the silence.Jermaine didn't turn from the window. "I don't know."Jackson snorted. "She doesn't actually have a choice. Either she takes us, or she lets us go. The question is—" His gaze met mine. "Can you handle it if she says no?"A muscle tig

HAILEYThe war room was as quiet as a tomb when I stood at the head of the long obsidian table, my eyes locked on Alexia. The tension was thick and heavy in the air, but I didn't care about anyone's discomfort. Not today.Alexia sat stiffly across from me, her hands clasping the wooden chair arms as if they would keep her anchored against the storm she knew she was about to encounter. I could see it in her eyes—the conflict raging within her, the turmoil seething her heart and mind.I had endured it long enough.The others watched, waited. Jaden, Jackson, and Jermaine remained against the walls, each mask a face. Turtela hovered near, her smile tinged, anxiety shading her countenance. Even Ryan, freshly recovering from what transpired between Flora and David, possessed a keen interest in the predicament before them.I stormed at them."Leave us."Jaden took a half step closer, his jaw compressing. "Mother—""I told you to leave us." My voice was as sharp as a razor, my order absolute.

LOUISA The night was quieter than usual. I sat cross-legged on the arm of the posh leather couch that Robert had christened his throne, listening to the dark TV as the jumping light danced over the walls of the living room. He was across the room, bent double over some papers, his desk lamp casting the prominent planes of his face into relief. A face I once thought was that of my savior. A face that I couldn't help but hate and love recently. "You know, I never asked you why," I breathed, but it was sufficient to make him tense in his chair. His pen hung in mid-air. He didn't turn around, not yet. "Why what, Lou?" "Why me?" I swallowed a lump. "Why did you save me eight years ago?" The words burst out before I could take them back. Silence. The air grew heavier, more oppressive with each passing second he didn't react. I hated that. I hated him for rescuing me. For granting me this half-life. For pretending the past was a locked box we both gagged on. When he finally turned, the

REBEL After leaving Mex and Michael back home with Klaus, there was no conversation about the ordeal that didn't catch my attention The rain started before the lie did. Daniel had been calling incessantly but I just didn't pick up. I stood in the shade of the awning on the old café where I was to meet my mother and see the downpour cut the street into halves. The air had a strong smell of asphalt and forgotten memories. My phone tingled in my hand for the fifth time in two minutes or less. Unknown Number. I did not answer. I didn't need to because I know who the caller is. But then a shadow fell over me, dark and high enough to strike a hard pang twisting into my chest. Daniel. Suit crisp, tie loose, and eyes softer than I was expecting. "You weren't going to call me," he said, not a question. I shrugged. "I didn't think I had to." He stood there, jaw working, rain dripping off his hair. "You do now." A black SUV skidded to a stop across the street. Doors slammed o

ROBERT The air in the evening smelled of gasoline and rain, the kind of smell that had you believe something was going to happen. My phone buzzed once against the old wooden desk, and I already knew. News like that didn't take till morning. "Rebel's back," the message read. Two words, enough to make my fingers lock on the glass of whiskey I'd been drinking. I stood up, working the kink out of my back, and walked across the apartment to where Louisa was curled on the worn leather couch. She glanced up from her book, her eyes sharp despite the softness of her face. Rehab hadn't killed the edge in her, just muted it long enough for me to haul her out. "You okay?" she'd ask, each time something twisted behind my eyes. "Rebel's back," I said, and the name itself made her stand up straight. She knew better than to think the rest, even if she didn't know the story. A knock preceded her finishing the sentence. Even. Measured. I opened the door to find Viktor standing in the doorw

KLAUS It was a still night, but still had never been quiet for me. Not anymore. Not since the day Rebel went missing from his life, not since the day her scent went missing from every corner of his universe. And now, seven years later, silence fell heavy with ghosts. My ghosts. Our ghosts. I stayed at the balcony, clutching a glass of whiskey that I did not drink. I no longer drank it—the bitter liquor had ceased to sear the day she died. But the glass was still in my hand, out of habit. As with the stump-like ache of a lost limb so many years before, I kept holding things I could not let go of. When I next heard her name, I thought my brain was pulling its most vicious trick yet. But Daniel had sworn to it. Rebel was alive. Rebel had been alive all this while. And she had sons. Michael and Mex. Twins. I wasn't their father, but the way those boys stood in front of me, guarding and snapping, gave me all I needed to know. They belonged to them. She'd raised them into miniature ve

REBEL The sunlight slants through the tall glass windows, brushing gold over my bare skin. My head is pounding like a war drum, and my mouth tastes like regret. My body aches in places I’ve ignored for years—emotions I’d locked up, now clawing at the surface with wicked fingers. Daniel's sleeping beside me, arm thrown across my waist like he has a right to hold me there. I look up at the ceiling, not trusting myself to inhale too heavily. Because the second I breathe in too much, it all comes crashing back. The fight. The kiss. The bed. His teeth against my skin like I belonged to him. And the worst part? I let him. I swing my legs over the bed and stand up, slowly. Carefully. As if perhaps I might avoid the reality of last night if I just moved slowly enough. I find my dress rumpled on the floor and smooth it back on over shuddering fingers. I need air. Slipping out of the room, I don't even pause. I don't leave a note. Don't glance back. I just run. — I don't know how

DANIEL She resists for while but I'm too far gone to listen. She whispers "Stop" but I don't stop. My fingers finds their way to her clit, stroking her till she climaxes before slamming into her continously, leaving her no room for rejection, like a starved beast raging into her with no breaks, going at it for hours continously, orgasm after orgasm, like life would end if I wasn't in her because truly for me life ended without her. The silence in the suite isn't peaceful—it's tempestuous, the kind that's waiting for it to burst all over again. She won't speak. Not even look at me. Her back is facing me now, the elegant shape of her spine stiffening in defiance. I can still feel her lips on mine, the memory of her heat pressed against my face. And she's already elsewhere. Rebel.It was like existing in a world of grayscale without Rebel. The days blurred together—meetings, deals, conversations faceless—but each instant felt empty. I had power, riches, control. but it was all meani