Novels by ihejiveracity

The night's air blew a whiff of the scent of roses to me, and for some reason, it reminded me of the long, empty, dusty hall I had just been in with the grandmaster of the Thinkers. That was odd since I had not noticed any scent of roses while I had been there, only acrid dust -- then it hit me! The only connection between roses and the empty grandmaster's hall was Valerie. I stopped running immediately as though I had suddenly run into a wall. Valerie. Why was her name coming up a lot in my mind today, and what could be the connection! But that was not a question I was asking myself, because I already knew the answer. The first time I had spoken with Valerie, she had led me into an empty dust-covered mathematics lab, and there had been roses. It could have been a coincidence that the Thinkers happened to like dust -- or maybe they were not even particular about dust, maybe that was just the place that was available for them, yet Valerie was becoming linked with the thinkers and

If my instincts were correct, we were somewhere on the downside of California. I took the bag off my head as soon as they killed the engine. "You're to keep that on till we've brought you before the master. If that would be difficult for you to do with your hands freed, we'd only be too glad to tie them at the back for you." One of the Vampires sitting in the front seat said, and I wondered not for the first time just how dumb they were -- for people who claimed to be the smartest on the planet. When they finally took off the bag from my head, I was in a long dusty hall. Again, the dusty emptiness was triggering a memory, one that I knew was very crucial, but I could not just recall what it was. "Come forward, dear friend." The teenage -- looking Vampire at the other end of the hall said, and knowing he was not asking, I stepped forward. "You know you could have used the good ole cell phone. It would have saved us the time -- of course, you can always hide your caller I

I drew in a breath. "I'm sorry Percy. I'm sorry for being stupid enough to be born a vampire, but those are reflexes I cannot control. I was alone, in a new place, and you were intimidating me, turning me on, but with the most commanding tone, I have ever known. Perhaps that was just my instincts acting, maybe, I wanted to leverage."'And do you have it now? Your leverage -- what has changed? Have you suddenly decided to trust me? There was a cynical bitterness in his voice, veiled by the cold indifference in his eyes. It shocked me.'You have not answered me, Amelia,' he prodded. 'What made you decide to trust me?' I lifted my chin. 'Trust is to be earned.'He lifted a brow, and a slow sardonic smile curved at his lips. 'And I have done nothing to earn it -- so you don't trust me?' I shook my head in answer when I saw he was waiting for one, confused as to why the answer to that question mattered so much to him. I did not have much time to think again, this time when he p

AMELIAThings got better after the car accident. Percy took off the silver from my neck, and he must have told his park to stay off me because everyone left me alone, but the damage was already done, I was broken.Every time I saw a couple walk hand in hand, I remembered Percy. I remembered what it had been like to kiss him for the first time, to have him make love to my body, even though he despised my mind. I could still feel the rough hands of the beta who had assaulted me anytime I sighted him, and he seemed to know how I felt, I guess it made him feel more like a male. I hadn't fed since the night of the club incident, and I felt very weak, though I tried to hide it. Even the thought of hunting alone drained my strength, so I was not tempted. Trying to cheer myself, I asked Alexa to play me a Johnny Drille song as I slow danced to it, pretending Johnny was singing those love songs to me, then I pretended he was Percy. The door to my room opened, and even before I turned

I did not have the energy to get into a battle of words with Percy right now. "Why are you here Percy? You've made it crystal clear to me that you don't like me -- hate me -- despise me." He smiled coldly. "I saw a damsel in distress, and I wanted to help." Even though I knew he was only being sarcastic, a part of me wished he was not. It would actually feel good to have a man as awesome as he was treating me with care -- "I had to make sure you don't spill any gibbish about the existence of Vampires and Werewolves. You seemed to be saying a while lot in your -- sleep." I ignored his harsh tone. "I'm fine now -- and of course I'm done spilling gibish, so you can go back to where you came from Percy King." He actually smiled at that. "Now there's a thought. You seem to be making a habit of interrupting me in the midst of my -- sessions." I rolled my eyes "She's not even a red head." The smile that curved at his mouth had the semblance of a genuine one, andbit act

PERCY Clarrisa wanted to return the favor. She too began unbuttoning my shirt, and even though that was far from what I had expected, I did not stop her. I half expected the dean of students affairs to get us arrested with some campus police and charge us for indecent exposure, and yet I did not stop her as her hand skid over my stomach, and then went lower. I was high on something, it was stronger than a drug -- or at least stronger than any drug I had ever taken before. I was angry, and it had nothing to do with the gorgeous blue eyed blond planning to get nasty with me right there in the middle of a park that overlooked the library. My eyes skid above the heads that watched me with a mixture of chagrin and fascination, till I saw her, the object ofy anger. Her eyes brimmed with tears immediately, yet her lips were stretched out in a pathetic smile that resembled that of a clown. I thought of Valerie, she would have walked right up to me and demanded I stopped acting like

Sirella’s Pov I was running out of time.I knew it. I felt it.The only thing keeping me alive was the fact that my mission wasn’t over yet. The moment it was, Keiran would kill me. I was sure of it. He wouldn’t let me walk away, considering the fact that the moon band had marked him my foe.And I wouldn’t get the chance to kill him first.That thought never left me. It followed me everywhere, creeping into every moment we shared. Moments that could have been something else—something soft, something real—if things had been different.But I knew better.Keiran was not that kind. He was not gentle.Everything he did, every touch, every word, every look—it was all part of a game. A slow, cruel game meant to break me apart before the final blow.And yet, no matter how much I feared him, no matter how much I didn’t like him, he wasn’t my biggest problem right now.My mother was.She was trapped. Held by Alpha Damien like a pawn in a game I didn’t want to play. I didn’t know if she was saf

Kieran’s POVAlpha Salvatore’s voice kept playing in my head. Smooth. Cold. The kind of voice that never said a single word without a reason. That call wasn’t just a conversation. It was a move. A deliberate one.But why?I leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers against the wooden armrest. I replayed the conversation in my mind, trying to pick it apart. Salvatore had given me information. A valuable piece of it. He told me about the Moon Bane—and about Sirella.His bastard daughter.The Moon Bane wasn’t just something that tricked your foe to be your mate .It is a blood curse, passed down through generations, waiting in silence until something woke it up. It didn’t appear in just anyone. It had to be triggered.And now, for some reason, it had awakened in Sirella now.I exhaled slowly, staring at the fire crackling in the hearth. While Shadows flickered along the walls, stretching, shifting. The room felt colder despite the warmth of the flames.The Moon Bane rarely appeared. Th

Kieran’s POVThe cabin was silent except for the steady scrape of my knife against the whetstone. Back and forth, slow and precise. I checked the edge it was sharp enough to cut through flesh without resistance.Good.I wasn’t expecting a fight, but I never let my guard down. Especially not now.Sirella was in Damien’s pack. She had gone back as a maid, just like we planned. She would move when the time was right, and when she did, I would be there—waiting for the moment to strike.Everything was in place.So why did I feel like something was off?I exhaled, resting my knife on the wooden table. Maybe it was just the wait. It made the mind restless, searching for problems where there were none.Or maybe it was the way she looked before she left.She wasn’t just tense. She was troubled.I told myself it didn’t matter.This wasn’t about feelings. It never was.Then my phone rang.I picked it up, already knowing who it was before I even checked the screen.Alpha Salvatore.I answered. “A

Sirella’s POVI stood there, my father’s words sinking in.Damien had my mother.I had to kill him.The room felt smaller, the air thick. My hands curled into fists at my sides. My father’s gaze was steady, waiting for me to react. Kieran stood next to me, silent as always.This wasn’t a choice. It never had been.I gave a small nod. “When do I leave?”“Tomorrow,” my father said. “You’ll return as a maid. Just as before.”The words sent a chill through me. Back to that place? Back to where it all started? My chest felt tight, but I forced myself to breathe.“Your presence there will not raise suspicion,” my father continued. “Kieran will escort you to the pack’s borders. He’ll stay close, watching, waiting for the right time to strike. You will act as planned. Get close to Damien. Finish this.”I nodded again. My voice wouldn’t come out, so I just stood there, swallowing back everything I wanted to say.I had no choice.I nodded.“Good,” my father said. “Rest tonight. You leave at daw

Sirella’s POVI folded my last piece of clothing and placed it in the small bag beside me. My hands were steady, but inside, I felt the weight of everything pressing down on me. This was no longer training. It was no longer about proving myself. My father wanted Damien dead.And I had to do it.But could I?Could I take someone’s life, even after everything he did to me?I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. The cabin had become familiar, almost like home. But I knew it wasn’t. Nothing in my life had ever really been mine. My mother was gone. My past was gone. And now, I had to erase the only person who once made me feel like I belonged somewhere.The door opened, and Kieran stepped in. I didn’t look at him. I knew he’d have something to say.“You’re acting weird,” he said, leaning against the doorway.I ignored him, standing up to grab my bag.“What?” he asked, a smirk on his face. “Still embarrassed about the little show you put on for me?”I didn’t answer. I didn’t hav

Sirella’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wooden walls of my room. My fingers traced the fabric of my dress, but my mind was somewhere else.The Gamma hadn't fallen for it.I had leaned in, whispered the right words, touched him just enough—but nothing. He hadn't even wavered. It wasn’t just rejection; it was like he had seen right through me, like my tricks were nothing to him.I clenched my jaw.Was I not attractive enough? That couldn’t be it. I had seen the way other men looked at me, the way they leaned in when I spoke, the way their eyes lingered. But him? He had looked at me like I was some child playing a game.I hated it.Maybe I had been too soft, too hesitant. I needed to try again. And this time, I wouldn’t just try to seduce him—I’d make him talk.I stood up, pulling the pins from my hair and letting it fall loosely over my shoulders. Then, I reached for the ties of my dress and loosened them until the fabric slid down my arms, stopping just above my ches