Novels by Author Gloria

Elixir’s POVThe full moon loomed high above, its silver glow casting long shadows across the room where I sat, hands clenched tightly in my lap. My heart thudded in my chest as the reality of my decision sank in. I had agreed to something that seemed impossible just days ago: to become their queen.The door creaked open, and Lucian stepped inside, his expression as unreadable as ever. Behind him, Soren and Ewen followed, their faces a mix of curiosity and calm calculation. Despite their different demeanors, there was an unspoken intensity in the room that made it hard to breathe.“You’re sure about this?” Lucian asked, his voice low and firm. He crossed his arms, his dark eyes fixed on mine.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I’m sure.” My voice sounded steadier than I felt, but my resolve remained firm. “If this is what it takes to bring peace and… to belong, then yes.”Soren stepped forward, his expression softer. “You’re braver than you think, Elixir. But this isn

Elixir’s POV"You have to eat something," Soren said, his voice calm but firm, like he was talking to a stubborn child. He gestured to the plate of food he’d placed on the bedside table earlier. "You’ve been through a lot. You’ll need your strength."I sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the food but unable to stomach the thought of eating. My throat felt tight, my chest hollow. Everything that had happened was too much, too fast.Three men.. no, three Alpha's had taken me from the woods and brought me here, claiming I was part of some prophecy. It sounded ridiculous, like something out of a bad story, and yet… my body still ached from the transformation I couldn’t explain. The symbol, their words, the way my very essence had responded, it was all too real."Who even are you people?" I finally managed to ask, my voice hoarse.The dark-haired one with an air of authority that made the room feel ten degrees colder, stepped forward. His movements were deliberate, his gaze piercing. "

Lucian’s POVThe soft crackle of the fireplace was the only sound in the room, but it did nothing to ease the storm raging in my head. I paced back and forth, each step a futile attempt to shake off the tension coiling tighter in my chest."What the hell were we thinking?" I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair. My boots scuffed against the wooden floor as I turned sharply, my eyes darting to the unconscious girl lying on the bed.Soren sat beside her, his chin resting on his hand, studying her face like she was some rare artifact. Meanwhile, Ewen leaned against the far wall, his arms crossed and his expression as unreadable as ever. The man could remain calm in the middle of a damn hurricane, and it drove me crazy."Lucian," Ewen said, his voice steady and deliberate, "if you don’t stop pacing, I swear to the gods, I’ll tie you to that chair."I glared at him, my fists clenching at my sides. "How the hell are you so calm right now? We don’t even know if she’s the

Elixir’s POVThe woods had become my prison and my refuge. For three years, I had wandered these endless trees, my only companions the sounds of rustling leaves and distant howls. The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting an eerie glow over the forest floor as I scoured for food. Hunger clawed at my insides like a restless beast, but the ache was familiar. Survival in exile was nothing new.Three years. That’s how long it had been since the day I was cast out, burned in the most literal and figurative sense. My stepmother and Amaya had been the first to call me a monster, their screams fueling the pack’s rage. It hadn’t mattered that I didn’t understand what was happening to me. My half-shifted form, the raw, untamed power surging through me, had been enough for them to judge me unworthy of the pack.So here I was, nothing more than a shadow of the girl I used to be, wandering the edges of a world that no longer wanted me.I tightened the tattered cloak around my should

Elixir’s Point Of View The moon hung heavy in the velvet sky, a silent spectator to my misery. Its silvery light streamed through the cracks in my attic window, illuminating the meager space I called a room. The scent of damp wood and dust filled the air, clinging to my skin as I sat on the creaking mattress. My body ached from the day’s work, scrubbing floors, hauling firewood, and preparing meals for people who barely acknowledged my existence. I was exhausted, but not just physically. My soul felt tired, like an overworked thread fraying at the edges.Ever since my father’s death, my life had become a cruel caricature of the promises he made me believe in. “Elixir, my love,” he used to say, “you’re destined for greatness. You’re special.” Those words were now a distant memory, buried under the weight of his widow’s cruelty.*Flashback begins*His breathing was labored, every exhale sounding like it would be his last. I sat by his bedside, clutching his frail hand in mine. My stepm

KaelKael’s muscles coiled tight as his wolf clawed to break free, but chains of uncertainty held him back. The scent of burning torches mixed with the metallic tang of blood, thick in the air. He couldn’t afford to lose control—not now.Not when Amara was gone.A growl rumbled in his chest, his vision sharpening as he locked onto Magnus. The bastard stood there, arms crossed, amusement playing at the corners of his lips as if this was all some twisted game. And maybe, to him, it was."Where is she?" Kael demanded, his voice raw with rage.Magnus chuckled, shaking his head. "You alphas are all the same—so predictable. Always chasing after a mate you can never truly possess."Kael took a threatening step forward, but the hooded figure beside Magnus shifted slightly, their presence sending a ripple of unease through him. A new player had entered the game, and the power rolling off them sent a warning through his instincts."You feel it, don’t you?" the cloaked figure murmured. Their vo

Darkness stretched in every direction. Cold air wrapped around Amara like unseen hands, sending a chill down her spine. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she forced herself to move. But every step felt like walking through thick fog, her body weighed down by something unseen."Where am I?" she whispered.A voice answered, low and sharp. "You are home."Amara spun around, her breath catching in her throat. A figure emerged from the swirling shadows. Tall, cloaked in black, with glowing red eyes that burned like embers."Who are you?" she demanded, taking a step back.The figure tilted its head. "I am the beginning. And I am the end."Fear clawed at her chest, but she pushed it down. "Let me go."The figure laughed, the sound like crackling fire. "You do not command here, child. You were never meant to be free. You were meant to rule."Amara's stomach twisted. "Rule what?"The figure lifted a hand, and suddenly, images crashed into her mind. Battles. Fire. Wolves bowing before her fe

Kael let out a roar that shook the room as he charged at Magnus. Anger boiled inside him. His claws were out, and his fangs were ready. But just as he reached Magnus, something slammed into him. He was thrown back hard against the stone wall. Pain shot through his ribs, but he pushed himself up.Amara was gone.A silver circle where she had stood glowed faintly with the last remnants of its eerie light. Shadows danced around the room, twisting like something was moving in them unnaturally. Then, a voice echoed.“She’s awake.”A chill swept over the hall as the shadows formed a shape. The air felt heavy, thick with an ancient power. From the darkness, a tall figure appeared in black robes, his face hidden under a deep hood. The torches flickered and dimmed in his presence.Magnus froze, his smirk fading for the first time. “You,” he said, voice tight.The figure chuckled, a deep sound that made Kael shiver. “Surprised, Magnus? Did you think you could wake her without me?”Magnus straig

Amara felt nothing but darkness and pain. Cold crept into her bones, and her arms and legs felt heavy. She tried to break free from the overwhelming weight in her mind. The last thing she remembered was Kael reaching for her. His hand was bloody, and his eyes showed desperation before everything went dark. Now, she was awake—but barely—and not alone.A low murmur echoed around her. She heard boots scraping against the stone floor. The smell of damp earth and blood made her stomach turn. Somewhere far off, chains rattled, reminding her she was trapped.Then she heard a voice.“You’re awake.”Amara opened her eyes. Her vision adjusted to the dim light from the torches on the walls. Shadows flickered and danced across the cold space. A man stood in front of her. His shape was sharp, and his presence felt heavy.Magnus.He stepped closer, a slow, creepy smile on his face. “You put up quite the fight,” he said, amusement dripping from his voice. “I expected that.”Amara's throat hurt, and

Darkness pressed against Amara’s senses like a heavy blanket. The ground felt unsteady beneath her, and her body felt weightless, trapped in an abyss between consciousness and oblivion. Faint sounds floated around her—the distant clash of steel, the guttural growls of wolves, and the unmistakable voice of Kael, raw with fury.“WHERE IS SHE?”A shadow moved above her, thick with malice. It was Magnus. His smell—leather, blood, and something ancient—felt like a predator closing in on its prey. “She’s right where she belongs,” he said, his voice a sickening caress against the void swallowing her mind.A cold air danced along her skin, and suddenly, Amara was falling—She was yanked from the darkness into a harsh reality.Pain shot through her as she hit the cold stone floor. She gasped, trying to catch her breath. Chains held her tight, the silver burning her skin. Her head ached, still reeling from whatever poison Magnus had used.A pair of boots entered her vision. Slowly, she forced

A dull throb pulsed in Amara’s skull, dragging her toward consciousness. Her limbs felt like lead, weighed down by something unseen, and an icy numbness spread through her veins. Voices swam in the fog around her, muffled and distorted, like echoes from a dream. The scent of damp stone and iron filled her nose, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood.Then she remembered.Kael’s bloodied hand reached for her. The dagger sank into his side. The betrayal. The darkness swallowed her whole.Her breath hitched, panic clawing at her chest. She forced her eyes open, blinking against the dim torchlight flickering overhead. Chains rattled as she tried to move, and cold steel bit into her wrists. Shackles. She was bound.A cruel laugh slithered through the shadows. “Ah, you’re finally awake.”Amara’s heart clenched at the voice. Magnus.She turned her head, vision still blurred, but the silhouette of his towering figure was unmistakable. He leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed, wa