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 MoreThose words sent a ripple through me, a tingling sensation spreading below my waist, igniting a strange mix of curiosity and fear. I swallowed hard, heat rising to my cheeks as I forced myself to look away. What if he noticed? What if he could read the chaos in my head?Before I could gather myself, the door swung open with a loud creak, slamming against the wall. My heart jolted, and I turned sharply. A figure burst in, his steps hurried and his face pale, but then—he froze.I expected him to recover, to step aside, to say something. But he didn’t. His gaze fell on us, wide-eyed, almost hesitant.“I'm sorry, Alpha!” George stammered, his voice breaking the thick silence.“Don’t you know how to knock?” Nergal’s voice boomed, sharp and commanding, his back rigid as he turned to face George fully.“I... I didn’t know, I just thought—”“What brings you here?” Nergal cut him off, his tone cold enough to freeze fire.George gulped audibly, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “It’s confirmed—
I woke up in a void. The air was thick, stifling, and heavy with a heat that clung to my skin like a second layer. Darkness pressed in around me, vast and unrelenting, and the only sensation I could grasp was the hot breeze that blew past me. It wasn’t comforting; it felt alive, purposeful.Something—or someone—was here. I could feel it.“Hello?” I whispered, my voice trembling under the weight of fear. My heart pounded so loudly it felt like it might crack my ribs. My legs quaked, shifting restlessly as if I could dance away from the dread creeping up my spine.Suddenly—Crack!The sound was sharp, unnatural, and close. Too close.My head snapped toward it, my breath hitching. It was like something—or someone—had broken a branch in the suffocating stillness.“Who’s there?” I yelled, my voice echoing into the void. It bounced back to me, distorted and hollow, as if the darkness was mocking me.Another breeze swept past, hotter this time, prickling my skin like it wanted to warn me. I
The mansion loomed before me, a sprawling structure surrounded by a dense forest. The sunlight glinted off the glass panels adorning the house, casting a dazzling brilliance over its surface. Despite its beauty, I moved quickly, slipping into the shadows. My aim was clear—I needed to hear what was being discussed.As I crept closer to the breach where Old Miss Ray stood with a stranger, their voices drifted to me. I pressed myself against the wall, straining to catch their words.“I need the broken Silver Crest,” Miss Ray said, her tone sharp and demanding.“What Silver Crest?” the man asked, his voice deep and steady.“You and I both know which Silver Crest,” she snapped.“No,” he replied, his tone growing colder. “The one I know of has long been extinct. So tell me, which Silver Crest are you speaking of?”She tapped her stick against the ground three times—a habit I knew well, one she always displayed when her patience wore thin or when she felt insulted. Her voice was colder now.
“Thought you could escape me now huh?” Miss Ray voice echoes in all over the room julting me up but she was no where around. “Miss… miss Ray?” I called unsure if I was hallucinating. “Azirah!” She called. The name sharp and evil like. Making me to shake with dear.“I found you, picked you and raised you and all you could do is to keep running?” “What do you want from me?” I asked as sweet drips from my head. Laughter echoes what seemed like cave. “What can I possibly want from you? Until this!” Miss Ray appeared but had a different face, it appeared young and prettier she bent over to were I sat on my knees and makes to touch the neckless that sat on my neck for as long as i had known. Just as her hand tries to make contact it darken and like a force, it blew her out throwing her to the end of the room. I shierk backwards equally scared. Miss Ray didn't seem happy as she raises up slowly with her back facing me. “You!” she snapped as she faced me. Her eyes red and her old featu
“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 away before they caught up to me.Due to
“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 away before they caught up to me.Due to...
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