The cathedral was no longer a battlefield. It was a grave.
Moonlight filtered through the fractured dome, casting quiet rays on the broken pews and bloodied floor. The heat of war had faded into a haunting stillness-ashes drifting like snowfall, the only sound the wind whistling through shattered stone. Lyra stood at the center, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. Her dagger hung loose in her hand, its silver stained crimson. Around her, the survivors gathered the wounded, cleared the dead. No one spoke unless necessary. Grief had claimed their voices. She hadn't shifted fully during the fight, but her body ached like she had. Every bone, every nerve. Her palms still glowed faintly from the power she had summoned. It hadn't left her. It clung like a second skin. Cassian was gone.
Fled, not defeated. She hadn't killed him. Not yet. But she had drawn his blood-and that meant everything .Damon approached from her left, wiping a smear of dirt from his brow. His clothes were torn, his knuckles raw, but his gaze was steady. "You should rest. Lyra turned to him slowly. "I can't. Not yet." "You just nearly bled out your soul in front of a demigod. You've earned a break." She shook her head. "People died for me. For this." "And you made sure the rest lived." His voice was gentle, but firm. "You don't have to carry their ghosts alone." Lyra looked at him then, truly looked. There was no armor left between them. Just bruised skin, tired eyes, and a bond neither of them fully understood-but both felt growing stronger every second. Before she could reply, a familiar voice cut through the stillness. "Well, well. Didn't think I'd be caught this soon." Marcus.
Two rogues dragged him into the center of the room, blood trailing behind them. He didn't resist. His smirk was half-hearted, the kind that belonged more to guilt than pride. Lyra moved forward, her expression cold. "You killed your own," she said. "Why? He gave a half shrug. "Everyone's loyal until the right deal comes along. "And what did Cassian promise you?" she asked. "Power? A pack? Your name on something more than dust? "He promised me survival," Marcus said, eyes dark. "And honestly? You were a risk. You still are." Lyra stepped closer. "That's your excuse?" He flinched-not at her words, but at the tone behind them.
She raised her hand, magic stirring at her fingertips. But Damon stepped in between them. "Don't," he said quietly. "He betrayed us." "And he'll answer for it," Damon replied. "But not like this. We don't become them." Lyra's breath caught. The truth of that stopped her.
They couldn't win this war by becoming the monsters they fought. She lowered her hand slowly, the glow fading. "Take him to the cells," she said. "He'll stand trial when the time comes."
The guards nodded, dragging Marcus away.
When the room cleared again, silence returned. Lyra sat heavily on a cracked bench. Her fingers trembled as she wiped blood from her lip. Damon joined her, just close enough to feel his warmth. "I meant what I said," he murmured. "You don't have to do this alone." She turned her head toward him. "Then don't let me." He didn't smile. He didn't need to. His hand found hers, rough and warm, and for the first time in what felt like days, she let herself breathe. Not everything was lost. Some things... were just beginning.
Welcome to Aetherborn: Crushes, Curses & Creatures
Seraphine Vale is whisked away to Aetherborn Academy after a terrifying magical incident, she expects answers, not four dangerously captivating boys who seem unnervingly drawn to her. Alaric, the cold vampire noble. Kade, the brooding werewolf with eyes like storms. Damien, the charming dragon prince. And Lucien, the beautiful, unreadable incubus who invades her dreams. Each boy reacts to Seraphine as if they've known her far longer than she's been alive... and each one's powers surge unpredictably around her. As forbidden feelings spark and jealousy rises, Seraphine discovers a chilling truth: a prophecy ties her fate to theirs and to a sealed ancient power capable of either saving or destroying their world. Dark forces begin stirring beneath the Academy, hunting her magic... and her heart. To survive, Seraphine must unravel the mystery of who she really is and which boy she can trust when love itself might set the prophecy in motion. Because awakening the Aetherborn doesn't just change her destiny. It changes everyone around her.
Bound By Blood, Torn By Desire
In the ancient kingdom of Eryndor, beauty is power - and love is the deadliest weapon of all. Selene Valaris, the crowned queen, rules with grace and cunning, hiding the forbidden affair that could destroy her reign. Her sister, Lyra, born in her shadow, hungers for both the throne and the man who has captured Selene's heart. When the enigmatic Lord Kael Draven arrives at court, his silver tongue and dark allure twist their fates together. Secrets unravel, loyalties break, and the line between love and betrayal blurs until blood and desire become one. As passion ignites and kingdoms tremble, the sisters must decide: will they destroy each other for love, or rise together to burn the world that seeks to control them?
Shocking Vengeance: War Goddess Returns
Once the cherished heiress of the Douglas family, she lost everything when her parents were brutally murdered and she was framed by her own blood. Labeled a criminal, she was cast into prison with no one to trust and nothing to her name. Six years later, she returns-not as a broken woman, but as the Scarlet Valkyrie, the deadliest warrior in all of Juzora. Her aim is flawless, her signature weapon Manjusaka strikes without mercy, and her name alone sends tremors through the underworld. With one hand, she saves her ailing grandmother with the precision of a master healer. With the other, she takes down Draco City's most ruthless criminals. But her true purpose is vengeance. Every debt owed, every wound inflicted, every lie told-she will settle them all, with interest. The war goddess has returned. And the ones who wronged her are about to learn what it means to face the wrath of a legend.
Fated To The Rogue Alpha: Awakening Of The Rejected Tribrid
Nineteen-year-old Camille Loeka, wolfless and unwanted, is traded in marriage to a ruthless Alpha. But when she breaks the bond and runs, she awakens a destiny far greater than she ever imagined. Hunted, torn between power and survival, Camille discovers she is the first Tribrid-a being of three ancient bloodlines. Fate marks her as the one for whom many shall fall and many shall rise. Will she survive the storm her existence has unleashed?
THE BASTARD ALPHA
They called him a mistake. A bastard. A wolf no pack should claim. Rowan Vexley was born out of wedlock, abandoned by the father who should have protected him and shunned by the pack that feared his power. Every scar on his body tells a story of rejection, every growl of his wolf whispers of a curse he cannot control. Then there's Liora Dane-golden-blooded, fearless, and utterly forbidden. The one woman who can calm the storm inside him... and the one he can never have. But destiny doesn't care about rules. As Rowan's dormant power erupts, bloodlines clash, and ancient curses awaken, the world around them spirals into chaos. Betrayal cuts deep. Desire burns hotter. And the line between love and destruction disappears. To survive, Rowan must embrace the power they all fear... Or watch everything he loves be destroyed. The Bastard Alpha is a dark, slow-burn paranormal romance of forbidden love, deadly power, and a bond that could either save or doom them all.
Blood Of The Alpha I Love.
He took her body, her trust, and her heart-but tonight, she takes his life. "...making love to you when I will, which I will..." Alpha Gonzalo Kenyon's eyes danced wickedly, his voice threading with pride and a promise of power. The words slid under Liora's skin like poison, impossible to ignore, and impossible to forget. They can either walk a mile in her shoes and feel the pain they caused her, or they can sever their legs as they severed her heart. Only a fish can know how deep the ocean is. Only a bird can know how high the sky is. Only a polar bear can know how cold the Arctic is. Only the betrayed can know how much betrayal hurts. Slowly, Liora pressed the ceremonial dagger meant for Alpha blood into Gonzalo's chest, the blade sinking deep with chilling finality. Blood surged upward in thick, dark bursts, gushing across his bare skin and pooling around the altar where they had just made love. Gonzalo's eyes flew open, wild and disbelieving. A snarl twisted his lips, but no words came-only a strangled gasp as his lungs filled with blood. His hands grasped at her wrists, strength faltering, the power that once ruled pack and land draining with every beat of his dying heart. His bones cracked softly beneath his skin, shifting, as though the wolf inside him was fighting to rise one last time.