Adriana's Point of View Woken by the alarm, I felt groggy, and I could feel through our bond that Daemon was too. As much as I wanted to go back to sleep, we needed to get up and prepare for the attack on Kree. I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face to help wake me up. I got into a form-fitting leather outfit that would offer some protection in human form. Once I was in Lycan form, it would only matter if I was hit with wolfsbane or silver. Since it would affect the shifter carrying it, it would likely be only humans or witches who would have it on them. At least I didn't have to worry about my outfit shredding when I shifted, unlike the other shifters. I made a mental note to talk to Delilah and see if she had any luck designing a spell allowing shifters to keep their clothes. However, the upcoming battle was our priority. After getting dressed, I headed to the dining room, where the rest of the team was already gathering to eat and drink copious amounts of str
Daemon's Point of View With Kree's death, it was basically over. Our warriors were mopping up the last of the rogues. Everyone had been told to take no prisoners unless children or pregnant she-wolves were involved. It was unpleasant but necessary. No one wanted the rogues to come back in force and wreak more havoc. The battle had been won, but the cost had been significant. So many lives had been lost, starting with Adriana's father and pack. Yet, a sense of relief and triumph permeated the air. We had come together, fought bravely, and emerged victorious. As the dust settled and our wounds were tended, we gathered in the centre of Kree's camp. The warriors on the outer edge had fanned out and were moving towards the camp like a noose being slowly tightened. This would capture any rogues still alive and hiding. I looked at Adriana to see how she was coping after killing Kree. Her face was devoid of all emotion, but our bond told a different story. Adriana's emotions were all over
Adriana's Point of View As I stood in the shower with Daemon, post-battle, tumultuous feelings swirled within me. The sound of water cascading down my body mirrored the mix of adrenaline and exhaustion coursing through my veins. It had been a day unlike any other, filled with intense moments that pushed the boundaries of our strength and resilience. Daemon, my mate, the father of my children, my king, and everything, stood beside me, his tall frame mirroring my weariness. Part of me wondered what he was thinking about, but at this point in time, I didn't have the energy to ponder any deeper. As the water washed away the dirt and grime from our skin, I couldn't help but reflect on the events that had brought us to this point. We had fought side by side, as Lycans and as humans, becoming a force to be reckoned with. However, the toll it would take on our emotions was undeniable, or at least on my emotions. With the death of Kree and almost all of her rogue wolves and witches, it was
First of all, thank you to all of my readers for the feedback you have given. Book 3 has been started, although it is slow going. For those of you who don't know, I am a full-time primary school teacher, and with less than two weeks of school left in the year (Southern Hemisphere year), life is extremely busy. I usually only write in the weekends at my favourite cafe, but for the last two weeks, our household has taken a hit with COVID. Suffice to say, not a lot of writing has been done. I will start posting Book 3 in January 2024. It continues on from the last book straight away and centres around Daemon's Beta, Tyler. Daemon and Adriana still have a major part to play as she explores the revelation that she is related to the Fae Queen. So far, Books 4 and 5 will be about Daemon and Adriana's twin children, Cedric and Lucienne. Proof-Reading Note: I am going through and updating the chapters. Even though I write them in Grammarly, then proofread them before publishing them, some
I am excited that The Lost Luna is almost ready to be published in paperback form through A____n. There will be a completely new cover for the book, and each subsequent book will have it's own cover, although they will be similar and obviously a set. I have been working on a title for the series since it was originally supposed to be a one-off novel, but I am not good at sticking to plan. The series will be called Hidden Legacy. The artist for the cover is Rose Proffitt, a New Zealand artist currently living in Australia. I really recommend checking out her F______k page, Rose Proffitt Creations, where you can see some of the amazing graphics she creates. I feel lucky to have such a talented friend. Once The Lost Luna has been fully published, it will be time to go back through the proofreading process with The Lost Princess. According to my proofreader, I was unwavering in my use of unwavering throughout the second book. I will be fixing that and will become resolute and unshakeabl
The day before Christmas, I lost an entire chapter I had written that morning. I was totally gutted and have taken a few days off to get back into a positive frame of mind. I have started writing the chapter again, but it was difficult to get started. Damn ADHD! On a good note: I have signed the name change contract, and hopefully soon, the new name of Hidden Legacy (The Lost Luna) will be updated. The Kindle version of Book 1: The Lost Luna has gone live. The new cover is looking awesome, thanks to Rose Proffitt. I have added the new cover to here as well.
Tyler's Point of View Our Alpha King and Luna Queen had finally defeated that awful blood witch Kree and her band of rogues with the help of our allies. In particular, with the aid of our Fae allies. Which led me to think about Avril. The moment I saw her, I knew she was my fated mate. When our non-wolf shifter allies unexpectedly arrived, we all went to the gate to greet them. Walking over there, my wolf Echo was overly agitated about something important happening, and the smell of waffles and bacon was almost overpowering. I couldn't see who or what was making that smell or causing Echo to act this way. None of the visitors standing at the front of the group were that interesting to Echo or me. At the back of all of the visitors, hiding was her. My mate. The woman I had been waiting for since I turned eighteen, and here she was. All I could do was stare at her with my stupid mouth open like an idiot while Echo screamed in my head. My mate was Fae, not that I worried about things
Tyler's Point of ViewPerry, Adam, Charlotte, Avril and I sat around the massive dining room table after everyone else had walked through the portal. None of us could sleep knowing that our King and Queen were out there battling Kree and her rogues."I should be there," muttered a disgruntled Charlotte. "I am the Captain of the Royal Guards.""Since we aren't there, let's check in with our patrols... in person."That seemed to cheer Charlotte, and they left to run around the pack lands. Perry muttered something about trying to get some sleep in case there were issues to deal with later. That left Avril and me."I would like us to get to know each other, Avril," I started. "I am not sure how you go about meeting your mates and how you would mark each other.""We don't mark each other, but we are handfasted in a ceremony officiated by the head of our household," she answered."Well, that is certainly different, though we would have a ceremony, but we mark each other, and it is permanent
I hope you enjoyed that short story. It was rather important because it was the beginning of the Supernatural Council, which is mentioned in Book 4.Book 4: The Gamma and her two Alphas follow Princess Lucienne and is set just over 18 years into the future. Lucienne is not entirely happy being a princess and certainly is not all ladylike like her mother, Queen Adriana, wishes she was. In fact, she can be a bit of a rebel at times and pulls no punches if you piss her off. Book 4 has been started and will be posted starting January 2025.Check out my I*******m page (nikoradepressedpoet) for pictures of the latest covers. Each book will be available in paperback. I am rewriting parts of Book 1. The covers for books 4 and 5 are already designed.
Asher’s Point of ViewAndreas fell to the ground, crumpling against the cold tiles, his body barely clinging to consciousness. The fury in his eyes was still present, but it was mingled with something else—fear. “You may have won this battle, but there are others who believe in the purity of Dragonkind,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper.His words hung in the air, a twisted echo of the truth he could no longer deny. The irony was palpable; he had sought power through a dark alliance, yet he spoke of purity as if it still held weight. He had traded the purity he claimed to uphold for power, and now, even that was slipping through his fingers.Father stepped forward with the Council behind him, his expression one of grave disappointment. “Andreas, you and your father have sown discord among our people and disgraced your family name. T
Asher’s Point of ViewMy Dragon and I were enraged by Andreas’s words describing our fated mate as a dog. Rin placed her hand against my arm, its muscles tense and coiled tightly, fists clenched in anger. Her gentle touch acted like a soothing balm, softening my clenched fist.Slowly, I felt the anger beginning to dissipate, the pressure easing as I relaxed under her calming influence. The contrast between my earlier state and this new sense of peace was palpable, reminding me of the power of our bond. There was nothing Andreas could say that would make me turn against Rin. I would rather lose my crown than be without her.The tension in the council chamber was electric as Andreas continued to spew venom, his arrogance infuriating. I could feel the Dragon within me thrumming, eager for a confrontation. “Enough!” I
Christine’s Point of ViewThe air felt thick in the chamber, as if the magic that summoned Andreas and Viggo hung around, binding us in an unseen net of tension. Viggo’s face was drawn tight, his eyes flickering with a dangerous mix of fear and rage. At the same time, Andreas’ expression remained cold and calculating. His eyes darted around the room, assessing, scheming.Andreas recovered first, straightening as if pulling on an invisible cloak of authority. “What you claim is… nonsense,” he panted, glaring at Eiríkr. Fighting the compulsion to tell the truth was taking its toll and making him sweat. “I’ve been… nothing but… loyal… to our kind. This… is a… farce!” He was panting now from the sheer exertion.Asher stood tall next to me, his ha
Christine’s Point of ViewWe slowly made our way back, twisting and turning through the enchanted passages to the awaiting Council Members. Asher had already mind-linked his father, who assured him they would be waiting. We weren’t the only ones who had news since the archiver from the Council of Witches and Warlocks had found some interesting information.The Council Chambers buzzed with a quiet intensity. Though our alliance remained steadfast, the growing unrest among the Dragon-Shifter populace threatened everything we had built. Outside these walls, whispers of dissent were rising, fueled by fear of change and manipulation by those who sought to close our society once again.Asher stood beside me, his expression grim as he explained what we found in the books. “While we have nothing concrete at this stage, if we do
Asher's Point of View"So you think he's using his own son as a pawn?" Adriana asked.Her question was answered, "I think Viggo would use anyone—blood or not—to get what he wants." I agreed with Father. This was part of the reason why I didn't want much to do with my uncle, aunt, and cousins.My grandfather had forced Father and Viggo to take chosen mates, ones he thought were acceptable for the Royal Family. Both were well-educated, refined women from noble families.My parents had at least fallen in love eventually, even if they weren't fated mates. Father had never met his fated mate, or at least, that was what he had told me. When my mother, Áslaug (AWS-lough), died, he was heartbroken but still able to function.Viggo
Asher's Point of ViewThe council chamber felt colder than it ever had before. No matter how many fires roared in the hearths or candles flickered against the heavy stone walls, a chill seemed to seep into my bones. I couldn't put it entirely down to tiredness, even though I was exhausted fighting two battles in such a short time.No. It was a combination of many things. Andreas' smirk, the flames from the explosion, and the insignia of the Purists haunted me as I sat at the table, my hands clenched so tight that my knuckles were white.Rin sat beside me, her expression hard but eyes betraying the same exhaustion and worry I felt. It had been hours since we returned from the first fight, but with the second battle, we hadn't had a moment to breathe. There was no time for rest when the Purists were gaining ground. My cousin, Andreas, was
Asher's Point of ViewAs soon as Rin and I returned from the marketplace attack, we called for an emergency council meeting. The tension in what we now referred to as the council chamber hung in the air, thick enough to cut through.The servants had been busy changing the room. It was now a place of stark contrasts. Ancient banners from each species hung from the high vaulted ceilings, their vibrant colours dulled by the weight of war. The air smelled faintly of smoke and iron, a reminder of battles past and future.Every seat around the grand, circular table was filled. Dragons, Wolves, Vampires, and the Lycan King and Queen united under one roof. Yet, for some reason, it felt as if we were all divided by the constant threat looming over us.The Purists were growing bolder, and tonight
Christine's Point of ViewThe days that followed were a whirlwind of activity. We launched joint patrols, organised public gatherings, and ensured that every species—Dragons, Wolves, Vampires, Fae—was represented. It wasn't easy. There were still plenty of sceptical people, glares, and whispered doubts. But slowly, I began to see a shift.In the streets, I saw Wolves patrolling alongside Dragons. Vampires and Fae worked alongside Dragons in the markets to keep the peace. It wasn't perfect, and tensions were still simmering beneath the surface, but it was progress. And I started feeling hopeful for the first time in what felt like forever.Asher and I stood on a balcony overlooking the domed city one evening, watching as the lights of the stronghold twinkled in the darkness of the weir. The air was cool, carrying the scent of snow from ou