Morana Ambrose. As I walked back to my room after my conversation with Zane, a maid told me that she had shifted all my belongings to a new room. I thanked her and made my way to the new space. As I entered Hazel’s room, I noticed Hazel sitting on the bed, her usually bright eyes red and dull, a cl
Morana Ambrose. “I, Morana Ambrose, accept your re-” I started, but before I could finish, he crashed his lips to mine, silencing me.The kiss was intense, filled with all the emotions we had kept bottled up. It was desperate, passionate, and raw, making me forget everything for a moment. His hands
“Morana, this is Lilac,” Zane introduced us. “Lilac, this is Morana. Adrian has high hopes for her training.”Lilac extended her hand with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Morana. I’ve heard a lot about you. Are you ready to get started?”I shook her hand, feeling the firmness of her grip. “I am. Thank y
Morana Ambrose.I came back to my room. I needed to clear my mind, so I headed straight for the bathroom. The thought of a refreshing bath to soothe my tired muscles was incredibly inviting.As the water filled the tub, I undressed and stepped in, sinking into the comforting heat. The steam envelope
Morana Ambrose."What's going on?" I demanded, my voice steady despite the fear bubbling inside me.Elliot's smirk turned into a sinister grin. "It's nothing personal, Morana. Just some unfinished business."I glanced back at Hazel, hoping for an explanation, but her eyes were downcast, filled with
Adrian Blackthrone. I was sitting in my office going through my work when Rowan burst through the door, his eyes wide with panic.“Adrian, Morana and Hazel are missing,” he blurted out, his voice trembling with urgency.The words hit me like a physical blow, and I shot up from my seat, my heart pou
Trigger Warning!! Mature Content!! Abuse. Morana Ambrose. What day is it? Is it a day? Or night? Breathe. survive. Breathe. I kept telling myself. The stink of the dirty basement filled my nostrils, mingling with the fear that coiled in my gut like a snake ready to strike. I knew Elliot w
Morana Ambrose. Lying on the cold floor, every inch of my body throbbed with a relentless ache. I could barely move, each breath a struggle against the pain that radiates through my bruised and beaten body.Through half-lidded eyes, I stared at the wall, the room around me a blur of shadows and mut
“Exactly,” Morana said, her eyes sparkling with determination. “We’ll teach them to be brave, to stand up for what’s right, and to love fiercely.” After dinner, we moved to the living room, the kids nestled in our arms. The atmosphere was warm and cozy, filled with the soft glow of lamps and the s
I leaned down, kissing her forehead softly, feeling as if we were the only two people in the world at that moment. “We did this together, Morana. Always together.” “Hey, you two lovebirds!” Rowan called from the doorway, a wide grin on his face. “Hazel wants to know if you’re ready for a family di
Adrian Blackthrone. Years later. I paced anxiously in the hallway of the hospital, outside the delivery rooms, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of anxiety. Her cries from inside of the room make me feel more anxious. Today was a day we had both anticipated and dreaded—the day our liv
Adrian BlackthroneI heard it—a heart-wrenching cry that cut through the silence like a blade. “Adrian! Adrian!”My heart shattered at the sound. It was her voice, raw with pain and desperation. I woke up and pushed myself up. I glanced at the sword pierced into my chest and slowly pulled it out. M
"A test?" Adrian frowned, his brows drawing together. "What do you mean?"Selene’s eyes softened, and she gestured toward the waterfall. "Walk with me."He followed her, the pups padding alongside them as they made their way toward the water’s edge. The sound of the falls grew louder, a calming pres
A heart-wrenching cry from Morana echoed across the battlefield, so profound and full of despair that it felt like the earth itself wept in sorrow. The sound cut through the chaos, louder than the clashing of swords and the roaring of wolves. For a moment, everything stopped—the hunters, the witches
Morana Ambrose. I was on the verge of losing consciousness, slipping into the dark void that was beckoning me with open arms. But through the haze of agony, I could make out the witches surrounding me, their voices raised in urgent chants, their hands glowing with the raw power of magic. They were
This couldn’t be happening. Not now.Through the haze of pain, I heard Adrian’s voice in my mind, a desperate command, but I couldn’t understand it. The bond between us was crackling with urgency, but the pain was too overwhelming, too all-consuming. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t think.Adrian howled
Morana Ambrose. My breath came in short, desperate bursts as I dodged another blast of black magic from Carlisle. His eyes glowed with malice, dark energy radiating from him in waves as he sent another spell flying toward me. He somehow gained more dark magic Adrian was beside me, his massive lycan