Avril's Point Of ViewWe were finally going home.Home.As I made my way out of the grand hall, my thoughts were in a state of chaos, overwhelmed by the events of the past few weeks. The memories of those incidents were still fresh in my mind, and I couldn't shake off the unease that had haunted me ever since.Upon our arrival, all my attention was directed towards Duan and Neri as I was determined to break off my betrothal contract. However, the others were preoccupied with supporting Mother and dealing with her issues. Little did we realise that our problems were related and would involve a monumental conspiracy to oust my mother from the rightful position of the Fae Queen. It was a complex situation that required our utmost attention and effort to resolve.The protective shield that encircled our borders was a formidable force that kept the Dark Fae at bay. Now, with the collective power of all the magical beings present, it has been fortified to an unprecedented level. The shield'
Hi, all my lovely readers.Book 3 is finally finished and published. While I have started the next book, I will also be writing a side quest that really should be told first. It will provide the necessary background for Books 4 and 5. These two books are set in the future and are based around Prince Cedric and Princess Lucianne. The side quest, Dragon Princess, involves Christina, who is Daemon's younger sister.A few other side quests, stand-alone novellas involving Aurora, Evangelos, Ruby, and Lysandros, are also planned. They will happen later.I will not be posting Side Quest 1 chapters as I write them, as school report season is approaching, and I will be swamped with them. If you notice any mistakes, please leave a comment. I have endeavoured to find as many mistakes as I can, but have no doubt missed a few.
Hi everyone.Dragon Princess is finally finished, despite a few accidents, including a dented shin bone and ripped stitches. Not to mention work, with it being a production year. Glad that is over. I will be posting it here, and it will be available in book form as well. I am arranging covers for books 2 and 3 and the current one. There are another couple of side quests, which I may write at a later date, but I want to start book 4 at the end-of-year holidays.I hope you enjoy.
Christine's Point Of ViewStanding in the kitchen of the new packhouse, I was preparing bottles and baby cereal for the twins, Cedric and Lucienne. They weren't awake yet, but it wouldn't be long. It was Adele, their usual nanny's day off today.My brother, Daemon, and his mate, Adriana, had been away for almost two weeks now. It was a long time since they had been away from the twins. They would be missing the twins immensely.I kept telling the twins about their Mummy and Daddy and how they were off saving the nice Fae from the evil Fae, not that I used the term evil. Even though they probably didn't understand me, I would still tell them.I was deep in thought, looking out the window at the forest's edge. The late morning sunlight filtered through the canopy and cast a warm glow over the leaves. Suddenly, I heard voices coming from the dining room.One of the voices belonged to Perry, Adriana's Beta, who managed the Kingdom's affairs for her. He was originally a representative of t
Christine's Point Of ViewI couldn't believe it. Both Daemon and I were not only ascended from Wolf Shifters but also from Dragon Shifters. To say that I was excited would be understated. Finally something was happening to me, and there was the probability of an adventure."I might be able to shed some light on that," Mum said. "There was a story told to me by my Mum. She said that her mother was kept from her fated mate by his people. They wouldn't allow them to stay together. My grandmother and her fated mate had obviously been together for enough time for her to go into heat, be mated, and get pregnant with my mother. She had to give birth without her mate there and died of a broken heart in the end. It was tragic."It was decided that Mum would go and get her DNA test as well to determine whether our Dragon ancestry came from her or
Christine's Point Of ViewThe sun had barely risen as we embarked on our journey to the remote town where Agatha supposedly lived. My excitement kept me wide awake despite the early hours. We were travelling by SUV, of which Daemon had lent us three of them. With only nine of us, we would be transported in comfort.Beside me sat Hannah, the witch who had agreed to come along, who seemed calm and focused. Our driver was one of the six Royal Pack warriors. Richard was in the lead SUV with two warriors, while the remaining three were in the final vehicle.The six warriors and Richard, our Royal Guard, surrounded us in a defensive formation, as protective as possible while travelling this way. It felt both empowering and a bit overwhelming to have such an entourage.We reached the small town by e
Christine's Point Of ViewAgatha's hatred for shifters was born from those traumatic experiences, making it difficult for her to trust anyone from the shifter communities, let alone help them.Sitting here in Agatha's living room, I tried to digest everything she had shared with us. It was certainly an emotional rollercoaster, ranging from sadness, some anger, all the way to astounded. She had been through a lot in her long life, and to learn that it was at the hands of Wolf Shifters both angered and saddened me."I understand why you might be reluctant to help us," I said softly, my voice filled with empathy. "Your story is heartbreaking, and I'm truly sorry for what you've endured. But this is important to us, to understand our lineage and perhaps even to make amends for the wrongs of the past."
Christine's Point Of ViewAfter leaving Agatha's house, we went to Ernesto's, one of the two restaurants in this little town. For such a small place, there were quite a few shops and eateries. The number rivalled our own pack village, and I would guestimate that we had more pack members than residents in this town."How many residents are in this town?" I asked the waitress when she delivered our drinks."Around 350, I think," she answered, "But we have tourists in the summer and winter months. In summer, they come for nature walks and treks. The scenery is something, is it not?"I nodded, even though I really hadn't taken much notice. Our own pack lands were surrounded by similar surroundings, with the benefit of no humans.Taking my nod in
Marc's Point of ViewThe moment we reached the edge of Charleston’s industrial district, our mood changed to serious mode. The dilapidated warehouses loomed ahead, their skeletal frames standing against the faint glow of distant city lights. The air was thick with the acrid scent of saltwater and rust, a sharp contrast to the quiet rage simmering within me.Every fibre of my being was screaming to charge in, to find Lucienne and end this nightmare, but I couldn’t afford to lose control. Not now. Not when we were this close. I glanced at Cole, who sat rigid in the seat next to me, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were bone white. His wolf, Blaine, was barely restrained, a growl rumbling deep in his chest.“Breathe,” I murmured through the mind-link, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside me. It was a simple command, but it carried more weight than either of us could have anticipated. I wasn’t sure if I was reminding him or myself.The tension from us was plain to
Cole's Point of ViewThe growl of the SUV’s engine echoed my mood—low and simmering with restrained fury. A day’s drive to Charleston felt like an eternity. Every kilometre of road we travelled was one less between us and Lucienne, but it didn’t feel fast enough. Every second on the road felt like a century.My Lycan, Blaine, prowled at the edges of my mind, eager to tear into anyone who had dared harm her. The fact that we had to wait to reach her made my blood boil. Marc sat in the back seat next to me, his posture rigid and his eyes locked on the road ahead, his knuckles white as he gripped the armrest. The fire burning in his amber eyes mirrored my own.Queen Adriana sat in the front with King Daemon driving, their presence commanding yet oddly comforting. Daemon had been our anchor through this ordeal, his steady voice reminding us that charging in mindlessly would only hurt Lucienne. Gamma Ellis was quiet beside us, his jaw tight as he stared out the window.Tension crackled in
Marc's Point of ViewThe day and a half since Lucienne’s abduction had been the longest of my life. Every moment stretched like an eternity, the bond Cole and I shared with her still present but muted. Every attempt to reach her through the mind-link was met with silence. It was maddening. Cassius, my Lycan, prowled restlessly within me, his frustration mirroring my own. We were helpless, and it was tearing us apart.King Daemon and Queen Adriana had been our anchors through the chaos. King Daemon, in particular, had taken us aside, his voice heavy with a mixture of pain and understanding. “I know what you’re going through,” he said. “When Adriana was taken years ago, I thought I’d lose my mind. But rushing in blind only makes it worse. You have to trust the process. You have to trust her.”Trust. The word felt hollow when my mate was out there, suffering. But his experience was hard to ignore. Adriana had been sitting beside him, her gaze fierce yet compassionate as she nodded in agr
Cole's Point of ViewI could feel the tension in the air as we got out of the cars. It was a mess. The only positive point was that everyone was here and alive. Everyone except Lucienne. Given that our Lycans were not completely losing control, there was still hope. Hope that she was still out there, still alive.Marc mind-linked our father, urgency lacing his voice as he delivered the grim news—Lucienne had been taken. But what came next was a devastating revelation. Elizabeth and Michaela had escaped, aided by none other than Dwayne. The timing was far too coincidental, a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Whoever was behind this knew exactly what they were doing.Father also sent through half a dozen of our best trackers via a portal that Queen Adriana had created. The trackers spread out, scanning the area with the precision of trained hunters. But they had about as much luck as we had in human form. We knew the general direction they had gone, but that was it. Marc decided that
Cole's Point of ViewI could feel the tension in the air as we got out of the cars. It was a mess. The only positive point was that everyone was here and alive. Everyone except Lucienne. Given that our Lycans were not completely losing control, there was still hope. Hope that she was still out there, still alive.Marc mind-linked our father, urgency lacing his voice as he delivered the grim news—Lucienne had been taken. But what came next was a devastating revelation. Elizabeth and Michaela had escaped, aided by none other than Dwayne. The timing was far too coincidental, a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Whoever was behind this knew exactly what they were doing.Father also sent through half a dozen of our best trackers via a portal that Queen Adriana had created. The trackers spread out, scanning the area with the precision of trained hunters. But they had about as much luck as we had in human form. We knew the general direction they had gone, but that was it. Marc decided that
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe faint echo of footsteps from above stiffened me, and my senses strained for any sign of danger. Every sound in this cell was magnified—every whisper of air, every creak of the floorboards. It had been hours, maybe longer since I had last seen anyone. My body ached, and my wrists were raw from the restraints, but I forced myself to stay alert.When the door creaked open, I expected Beatrice’s manic figure or Rodney’s menacing leer. Instead, Michaela’s familiar form came downstairs, her face carefully blank but her eyes darting nervously. She carried a tray of food, the smell wafting toward me, making my stomach growl despite myself.She hesitated before crouching down to push the tray through the bottom of the bars. She moved to the box on the wall that adjusted the chains. The weight eased slightly, and I could finally lift my arms enough to rub the soreness from them.“You need to eat,” Michaela said softly, pushing the tray toward me. Her tone was quiet,
Lucienne's Point of ViewI sagged against the chains, reeling from the sting of the whip. My wrists were still tightly bound, but the slight loosening of the chains gave me a moment to catch my breath as I gasped, my chest heaving. Beatrice stood in the dimly lit cell, her body tense and poised, the whip in her hand slicing through the air with a sharp crack.Suddenly, the heavy door slammed open, and Rodney stormed in, radiating a palpable fury that seemed to charge the air around him. Without a moment's hesitation, he reached out and seized her wrist, the force of his grip causing her wrist to break, and she staggered slightly. With a swift motion, he wrenched the whip from her hand, sending it flying across the cell to land with a dull thud on the cold stone floor.Beatrice's heart raced as she met his intense gaze, realisation dawning on her that the confrontation was far from over."She's already been whipped today," he snarled. "The plan is not to kill her.""I don't care!" Beat
Lucienne's Point of ViewClio stirred. At first, it was faint—a mere flicker of warmth beneath my skin, like the distant glow of a candle struggling against the darkness. It wasn't the full return of her vibrantly strong presence, but it was enough to send a wave of relief coursing through me. For the first time since I'd been dragged into this grim, lightless cell, I felt a sliver of hope.Her energy was weak and groggy, like waking from a deep, drugged sleep, and I could sense her struggling against the lingering effects of the wolfsbane. She couldn't speak, couldn't send me her thoughts, but I felt her there—a fragile yet unmistakable connection humming faintly within me. It was proof that the activated charcoal Michaela had smuggled to me was starting to work, pushing back against the poison that had muted her.I closed my eyes and concentrated, drawing strength from that tenuous bond. Clio's presence reminded me of who I was, of the power locked away inside me. Even if she couldn
Lucienne's Point of ViewAs the sound of their retreating footsteps faded into silence, the tension holding my body upright gave way. My legs buckled, and I sank to my knees, the chains rattling softly as my arms hung limply above me. Pain radiated across my back, sharp and relentless, each breath pulling at the torn skin where the silver whip had bitten deep.For a moment, I allowed myself to feel it all—the anger, the fear, the helplessness. The weight of the situation bore down on me, pressing the air from my lungs. I clenched my fists, forcing my mind to remain clear. I couldn’t let this break me.“They’ll come for me,” I whispered, my voice cracking against the stillness of the cell. “Marc and Cole will find me.”I repeated the words like a mantra, willing myself to believe them. Marc and Cole were my mates. They wouldn’t rest until they tracked me down. The wolfsbane might dampen the bonds between us, but they were still there, faint and fragile threads that connected us. Once C