For seventeen years, Azirah has been trapped in Duskhallow Orphanage, a front for dark witchcraft experiments where she is the centerpiece of a sinister plan. Her escape leads her into the world of werewolves, where she encounters Nergal, a tormented Alpha marked by guilt. Their meeting reveals her connection to the Shadowborn prophecy, a warning of an abyss that could consume their world. As Azirah uncovers her powers, she is drawn into a fractured world of rival Alphas. Nergal fights to protect her, Zassan battles his bond with Vesta, a vengeful witch and his mate, and Draven faces betrayal from Gaia, a rogue wolf tied to their enemies. With the blood moon approaching, old grudges and dark forces rise, threatening to plunge the realm into chaos. In a desperate bid to save their world, Azirah and Nergal retrieve the Oracle artifact, but the final battle reveals the Shadowborn clan’s ultimate weapon—Nergal’s shadow-self, a dark manifestation of his fears. To end the abyss, Azirah sacrifices herself, only to be restored by the Moon Goddess, who takes her powers to ensure her safety. As the abyss is sealed and the brothers unite, peace returns to the realm—but Azirah’s visions warn that the shadows may rise again.
View MoreChapter 24 She lay still, her skin too cold for someone who should have been alive. The lanterns flickered, their glow struggling to fill the dim room—my room. I sat beside the bed, elbows on my knees, my fingers laced together, my mind a battlefield of regret and frustration.It had been days—days of waiting, of watching, of wondering if she would ever open her eyes again. My father would say this was my fault. Nergal would agree. Maybe they were right. But regret was a useless poison, and I refused to drink from it any longer.My eyes rested on her chest. I watched as it rose and fell—and the last words she had uttered right before she jumped echoed in my mind. A sharp pain stabbed through my chest as the image flashed before me.I exhaled sharply, reaching for a damp cloth to wipe the sweat from her forehead and arrange the loose strands of hair spread around the pillow. I was just adjusting her when I caught sight of something dark at the back of her neck. I made her lean to the
Chapter 23: The messenger stood at the far end of the Great Hall, his gaze sweeping over the grandeur of the space. His footsteps echoed as he moved toward the large portrait of me. Slowly, he reached out, fingers hovering over the painted surface, as if drawn to it."You shouldn't be doing that, you know," I interrupted, my voice cutting through the silence as I strode toward the throne.He jerked his hand back and quickly lowered his head in a slight bow. "Apologies, Alpha Zassan."I ignored him, settling into the throne—a structure of bones, some of which had been unearthed long before this hall was even built. I ran a hand over the armrest, feeling the ridges of history beneath my fingers."I see my so-called twin brother is still in the era of having others do his job," I said, my voice dripping with mockery.The messenger shifted, his expression tightening as if my words had struck a nerve. "Alpha Nergal, your twin brother sent me to deliver a message to you.""Obviously. You
Chapter 21: The needle glided over the vinyl, releasing a soothing tune—rich, warm, and full of nostalgia. Gentle piano notes trickled through the air, blending seamlessly with the slow hum of a saxophone, each note melting like honey into the stillness."I'm right here, Alpha!" A soft voice came from behind me as I sipped my glass of red wine. I turned around, recognizing her voice.I turned—and my breath caught in my throat."I heard you were looking for me!" she said, taking a few steps toward me. She stopped just short, a few steps away.Vesta stood there, draped in silk that clung to every curve, flowing over her body like a second skin. The dim lighting made the fabric shimmer, highlighting the soft swell of her chest, the curve of her waist, the way it hugged her hips just right. My grip tightened at my sides. She was stunning, effortless, and dangerous.My tongue ran over my bottom lip as heat coiled in my gut. Damn, I wanted to devour her.Then she spoke. "Zassan!"The way s
Chapter 21 Zassan's POV “Alpha, the witch has refused to eat anything offered to her till this very moment!” The maid assigned to feed Vesta announced after being summoned. “Make her eat then,” I said, returning to the papers piled up on the table. “We've tried, Alpha, but she keeps staring into the distance, then ends up sobbing if we force her too much. Sometimes, she becomes violent.” “I see!” I managed to say as I signed on the document. “We served her hot soup and she clawed the other maid who is getting treated already.” The maid informed. I stopped flipping through the pages and focused my attention on the shivering maid. “Interesting, Stubborn and tough.” I murmured, thinking of the little witch. “Has she tried using her witchery spell on anyone yet?” “No, She just lies on the cold ground with her eyes wide open, either singing a song or muttering some words.” “Hmm,” I managed to say as I rubbed my hands together and leaned back in my chair. “Alpha, if
Chapter 20: I gasped as I jerked up from the cold ground after having a terrible nightmare of a field of dead bodies. They were piled up like a heap while two beasts fought on it. It wasn't the first time I had such weird dreams, but every time, it became clearer and gave me a feeling. The smell oozing from the dead bodies still lingered even after I woke."Oh, I see you woke up just in time!" a voice said to me, and without mistaking, it was the same wolf that had caught me while lurking.I didn't say a word but stared daggers at him. I felt too weak to engage in a conversation.He smirked and walked toward the chain’s end, which was bolted to a rusted ring embedded deep into the stone floor of the Blackwing Quarters. He roughly pulled me, making me cry from the pain as he walked away. My wrist was red and unrecognizable.The world smelled of damp earth and cold stone. The sack over my head reeked of dust, sweat, and something metallic—blood.Rough hands shoved me forward. I stumble
Chapter 19: The Blackwing Quarters were not a dungeon, but they felt just as suffocating. The walls were stone, the high windows barred, allowing only a sliver of light. The guards outside my door made it clear—I wasn’t leaving.I paced, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. My parents were here. Somewhere. And I had to find a way to get out and find them before it was too late.Hours passed—scratching at the walls, yelling, then sobbing, reminiscing about better days before I had foolishly ruined everything.Then, suddenly, the door creaked open.I turned sharply, my hands clenched into fists. A tall silhouette stood in the doorway, bathed in dim light. It was him.The Alpha.He stepped inside, his presence sucking the air from the room. He wasn’t dressed like the other wolves—no battle-worn armor, no ragged cloak. He looked like a king in his own right. A loose black tunic, dark leather pants, a silver ring glinting on his forefinger.His golden eyes flickered to me, calculating
Chapter 18There wasn't any movement when I returned. The village was silent, as if no one lived in it. I called out the names of everyone as I searched around, but everything was empty. Some dead bodies were still visible outside, while others were placed on wood, obviously to be burned.“Where is everyone?” I whispered as I rushed home to find my parents. As I hastened, I heard someone cough. Relief washed over me as I went over to the person.It was Carlos, the herb farmer. He was badly clawed, almost unrecognizable. My eyes watered, but I bit my lower lip to control the tears.“Carlos, I'm so sorry…” I began, but he shushed me.“Shhh… Someone would have if you didn't. You need to save your parents. Others managed to escape because your parents cast a protective spell…” He coughed out blood. My stomach churned at the sight and the information.“What do I do to help you?” I asked, unable to hide my guilt.“No, you can't do anything. But you need to go.”“Carlos…”“If you go on time,
Chapter 17: The wind carried an eerie silence, broken only by the distant rustle of leaves and the crisping of birds. My mother hadn’t moved from where she stood, her gaze still locked on the boundary that was no longer there. “Let me fix it mother.” I stutter turning around.“That's not how it's done! The spell has been there before you were born. It will have already alerted them, just by the sound.” “It won't take a minute.” I argued.Mother looked at me, her face neutral, “It was too late to cast another spell like that.”I expected her to yell. To scold me. But she didn’t. She looked scarier and her lips parted slightly, her expression a mixture of horror and disbelief.Then—the howls came. We all snapped at the cry. One.Two.Then more.Low and guttural, they rose into a chilling chorus, a sound so unnatural it sent a shiver crawling down my spine. I reached for Mateo. “What's that?” I asked with a shaky voice. “That is the cry of the very thing we've been preventing from
Chapter 16: Vesta’s POV“I don’t understand! I just can’t get it right,” I whined as I slumped onto the couch on the left side of the room, piled high with clothes.My mother sighed, a small, knowing smile on her face as she reached for me. Her touch was gentle as she cupped my cheek. “You need to be patient, Vesta.”“But I am,” I retorted.“No. You are far from being patient.”I rolled my eyes and snorted in irritation, already sensing where this lesson was going.“You need to control your emotions, Vee.” Mother’s voice softened, but I knew this was her serious tone. She only called me Vee when she wanted me to listen.“Controlling my emotions will only waste my time, Mother. Can’t I just move ahead and do all the big magic already?”Mother stood, her green eyes—softer than my emerald ones but just as piercing—fixing on me. “That’s not how magic works, Vee. And you know why we keep ours at bay. We can’t risk alerting our enemies.”“But, Mother—”“Vesta!” she snapped, then immediatel
Chapter 1 Azirah's Pov “Hurry! Wake up, you lazy bags!” A thunderous voice rang out from the old orphanage I was escaping from. It was Miss Ray. “She’s awake?” I froze, my head snapping toward the orphanage, now just a few paces away in the distance. “She’s awake!” I hitched up my loose gown, the fabric threatening to trip me, and bolted. Panic surged through me as I hastened my pace. My feet stumbled on a branch, and I nearly fell, but I managed to catch myself in time. “Don’t let her escape, you clueless blockheads!” Miss Ray snarled, her voice cutting through the night like a whip. I cried out as something sharp jabbed into my foot. The pain shot up my leg like fire, but I slapped a hand over my mouth, stifling the sound. If they heard me, they’d find me—and that was the last thing I could allow. My heart hammered as I glanced back toward the orphanage. There was no time to check what I’d stepped on, no time to tend to my throbbing foot. I had to run. Run far, far aw...
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