Novels by Author Gloria

Kael's POVEverything blurred. Magnus had his hand on Amara’s throat, squeezing. She gasped for air. The sweaty, bloody smell was strong. The ground was rough and cold under me. My heart went wild , but I stayed put, trying to think straight.Pick, Magnus said, sounding calm, like he knew what I’d do. Like I was just a piece in his game.Amara looked right at me, hard and clear. She didn’t beg or cry. But her eyes screamed: Don’t do it.I squeezed my hands, shaking with anger. I wanted to charge, tear Magnus apart, end this mess. But I knew he wasn’t bluffing. If I fought, he’d hurt her in ways I couldn't even imagine.He wanted to break me, to make me break myself.I took a deep breath. Let her go.Magnus smirked. So, what’s your answer?I tried to keep my voice steady. You want me gone, I said, picking each word carefully. But come on, Magnus. You want to control me.”His smirk faded a little.I kept going. If I leave, what’s stopping me from coming back? What if I Come back stronge

Kael’s POVDawn felt super heavy, like it was sitting right on my shoulders. Another fight was brewing, not just some scrap with claws, but a real test of power, who was in charge, and who would live.I could still smell blood in the training area from yesterday's beatdown. Magnus wasn't messing around. This wasn't training. He was trying to break me, plain and simple.But I wasn’t gonna let him.Amara was next to me, solid as a rock in this mess. She looked beat, paler than usual. But she wouldn't let it show. She stood tall, even after all the crap she’d been through.A bunch of fighters gathered around, sizing us up. Magnus was in the middle, looking all-powerful as usual. But today felt different. He had this smirk, like he was secretly enjoying himself, and it set off all my alarms.Today, Magnus boomed, we test who's really loyal.Loyalty. The word made my stomach churn. I'd seen Magnus test loyalty before—making people fight each other, pushing them until they dropped, making t

Kael's POVSun was slightly up when I found myself at the training grounds. The morning was cold, and the wind was sharp. Last night was replaying in my head like a bad dream – Magnus's threats, Amara's hurt, the blood on my hands – I couldn't shake it off.My hands were in tight fists. I was breathing hard, trying to keep my anger down. I had to stay calm, or Magnus would get what he wanted. He wanted me to fall apart, to give in to his games.But I wasn't going to let that happen.Then I saw him through the fog – Magnus. He walked like he owned the place, with that smirk he always wore, like he knew what I was thinking. Some fighters were behind him, looking cold and serious. They weren't there to train; they were there to scare me.Up early, Magnus said, stopping close to me. Trying to show off?I didn't say anything. My jaw was tight as I looked him in the eyes.Magnus chuckled and shook his head. You really think you're untouchable? That you can do whatever you want without somet

Amara's POVStink of blood and sweat was heavy this morning, a reminder of all the fights in the training area. My claws scraped in the dirt as I moved inside Kael’s head, my instincts getting sharper. He was stiff, his muscles tight like a cat ready to pounce. I could feel his feelings—anger, defiance, and a bit of fear he wouldn't admit.Good. Fear keeps you on your toes. But it can also screw you up if you're not careful.I growled softly, wanting Kael to let me take over, even for a second. But he wouldn't, like always.Not yet, Beast.I was annoyed and losing patience. Magnus stood there with a nasty smile. He was happy and thought he’d won. But I knew better. He was too cocky for his own good.“Today is easy,” Magnus said, his voice cold. “Fight until I tell you to stop.”That made the warriors uneasy. This wasn't just training. It was a test—to see how tough they were, how well they listened, and how brutal they could be.Darius stepped up, smirking at Kael with a challenge in

Kael’s POVIts morning, the air bit with a chill as I stood on the training grounds. It smelled of damp earth mixed with the metallic tang of iron. I balled my hands into fists so tight that my fingernails sunk into my skin. All around, the Blackthorn warriors were like wolves about to feed, watching and wanting to see blood. Magnus had made sure they were up for it.Amara stood next to me, still as a stone. Her face was a mask, but I felt the tension radiating from her shoulders. She knew this whole thing was just a setup – I did too. But we couldn't back down. We had to go along with Magnus’s messed-up game.He was standing on a raised platform, looking down on us. His arms were crossed, and he wore this cocky grin that always got under my skin. Today, we will see what you are made of he announced, his voice echoing across the grounds.Immediately, a huge warrior came forward. You could tell he'd been through a lot by the number of scars he had. He cracked his knuckles and sneered a

Kael’s POVI walked out of those old, broken-down buildings, and my skin felt buzzy, like I was plugged into something. This energy wasn't mine. I could feel it inside me, like an animal pacing in a cage. Everything was sharper. I could smell things better and hear things I normally wouldn't. It was like someone cranked up the volume on the world.I wasn't the same person who walked in.Whatever happened in there, it changed me.The air was freezing, but I barely noticed. I kept hearing those words in my head, over and over: You're not his son anymore. You're part of something bigger.A small part of me wanted to say no, to push back against this thing that had gotten inside me. But another part of me—the part that remembered Magnus destroying everything—welcomed it. Why?Because now I had a shot at taking him down.I started running, the trees turned into green streaks. I was lighter, quicker. It felt like I could bend the air around me.It felt amazing.But nothing's free, is it?I

Elixir's POVThe air got really cold. I touched Lucian's hand. But just as I grabbed his wrist, that old, decayed hand pulled him into the darkness.“No!” I screamed, my voice echoing in the crumbling room. I lunged forward, but the darkness swallowed him whole. The walls around me twisted, like they were alive and eating my hope. The floor cracked beneath me.Lucian was gone.Soren and Ewen struggled to keep their balance on the shifting ground. The whole temple shook, like a big animal waking up. When Veylan disappeared, it felt like the place was deciding our fate.“Where is he?” Ewen shouted, panic in his voice. “Where the hell is Lucian?”I had no answer. My hands shook, stretching out to where he used to be. I knew something dark was watching me. I could almost feel it lurking.“We need to go!” Soren cursed. “Before this place crushes us!”The temple groaned, the floor splitting wider. My heart raced. I wanted to jump into the dark and save Lucian, but Soren pulled me back.“Eli

Elixir’s POVThe ground opened up beneath me.One second, I was running. The next, I was falling into a dark pit. I barely had time to scream before the air rushed past me. I gasped for breath. I clawed at nothing, hoping for something to grab. But there was nothing. No ledge, no rope, no helping hands. Just empty darkness.The wind howled around me. Or was it something else? It felt alive, sliding through my hair and chilling my skin. It seemed to know who I was. It called my name in a mix of voices that wasn’t mine.I twisted in the air, heart racing and stomach churning. How long was I falling? Seconds? Minutes? Time felt strange, twisting around me.Then I hit something.It wasn’t the hard landing I expected. Instead, I landed on something soft. It felt like sinking into thick mud. I gasped, forcing my body to move.My hands pressed into the surface. It was warm and pulsing.I jerked my hands back. Panic shot through me.This wasn’t stone or dirt. This was flesh.The thought mad

Lucian's POVLucian stood still. The darkness below stirred with each breath Elixir took. It felt like an old friend to her, wrapping around her like a loyal pet waiting for a command. His hands turned into fists. This felt wrong. Elixir had always been strong, but this- this was unnatural.Veylan thrashed against the shadowy tendrils holding him. He was halfway lost in the nothingness. His screams turned into something growly and animal-like. Every struggle made the shadows squeeze tighter, pulling away his life. The air was thick and heavy, almost like it was alive. “Elixir,” Lucian called, keeping his voice steady. “Let go.” Nothing happened. Her eyes, once filled with fire and defiance, now held an emptiness that sent a shiver down his spine. The glow around her hands pulsed, growing stronger, as if the abyss recognized her. As if it welcomed her.“Elixir,” he tried again, stepping closer. She took a slow breath, and the tendrils around Veylan squeezed tighter. A hor

Elixir’s POV The world imploded. Stone crumbled. The walls that once caged us turned to dust, sucked into the gaping void beyond. A force- ravenous, all-consuming- ripped through the ruins, swallowing the torches, the air, the very fabric of reality. I tumbled backward, my body weightless, plummeting into a darkness so absolute it devoured my breath. My scream never left my throat. Then- impact. A shockwave tore through me as I crashed onto an unseen surface. But it wasn’t stone. It wasn’t solid. It pulsed beneath me, a sick, shifting mass. Lucian landed beside me, his sword already drawn, his eyes scanning. Ewen and Soren weren’t here. Just the two of us. The space around us was vast yet suffocating, shifting in unnatural ways. Faint pulses of red light flickered in the air, illuminating the truth. We were standing on something alive. My stomach twisted. The ground beneath us slithered, a thick, pulsating mass of flesh and bone, stitched together by sinew. Faces

Elixir’s POVThe walls creaked like they were alive. The old stone pressed around us, closing in. The air smelled rotten, thick enough to choke on with every shallow breath.I forced myself up, pressing my palm against the icy floor. My ribs hurt, and my mind fogged. I couldn’t break down now.Lucian stood a few feet away, sword ready, eyes fixed on the empty hallway. It looked empty, but it felt anything but.Veylan’s presence hung in the air, tightening around us like a noose.Ewen wiped blood from his forehead. “Tell me we’re not trapped.”Lucian didn’t say anything.Soren looked at me, his eyes sharp. “Elixir, you sensed it first. Does he have control here?”I swallowed hard. “Not just control. This place bends to him. He isn't just in the temple; he is the temple.”Lucian straightened. “Then we burn it down.”I wanted to believe it could be that simple. Destroy the place and watch Veylan’s hold crumble.But the temple was alive. It was tied to Veylan in ways we didn’t get.Ewen’s

Lucian’s POV The darkness was unbearable. Not the kind where your eyes adjusted, where shadows took shape, and flickering torchlight could carve through the black. This was something else. Something alive. A suffocating void that swallowed even the thought of escape. I couldn’t see Elixir. Couldn’t hear Soren or Ewen. But I felt him. Veylan. His presence seeped into the air, thick and cloying, curling like smoke in my lungs. The laughter from before had stopped. Now, only silence remained. A silence that pressed in on all sides, so heavy it felt like the temple itself had closed its mouth around us. Then- A whisper. Low, right at my ear. "You should have buried me deeper." Ice shot through my veins. My grip on my sword tightened, the leather-wrapped hilt digging into my palm. My body screamed at me to move, to strike, but there was nothing to strike. Another whisper. "You think your blade can stop me?" This time, I felt breath against my skin. I swung. Th