Novels by Annabell

Lyra's POVBy the time Soren finally allowed visitors into the healing room, exhaustion had settled into every inch of my body, but none of it mattered against the overwhelming joy of holding our daughter against my chest, her tiny fingers curled instinctively around one of mine.Vaelin entered first, practically vibrating with barely contained excitement, Zara close behind him with a softer, more reverent expression on her face.“Let me see her,” Vaelin demanded immediately, then caught himself, glancing toward me almost sheepishly. “Sorry. May I see her?”“Of course.”I shifted slightly so he could see properly, watching his expression transform from excited energy into something much gentler the moment his eyes landed on his niece.“She’s tiny,” he breathed, reaching out one careful finger to brush against her small hand. “Thorian, she’s so tiny.”“She’s perfect,” Thorian corrected, standing close beside the bed, his hand resting protectively against my shoulder, exhaustion and ove

Lyra's POV By the time Soren finally allowed visitors into the healing room, exhaustion had settled into every inch of my body, but none of it mattered against the overwhelming joy of holding our daughter against my chest, her tiny fingers curled instinctively around one of mine. Vaelin entered first, practically vibrating with barely contained excitement, Zara close behind him with a softer, more reverent expression on her face. “Let me see her,” Vaelin demanded immediately, then caught himself, glancing toward me almost sheepishly. “Sorry. May I see her?” “Of course.” I shifted slightly so he could see properly, watching his expression transform from excited energy into something much gentler the moment his eyes landed on his niece. “She’s tiny,” he breathed, reaching out one careful finger to brush against her small hand. “Thorian, she’s so tiny.” “She’s perfect,” Thorian corrected, standing close beside the bed, his hand resting protectively against my shoulder, exhaustion an

Thorian’s POV I had faced battles, ambushes, blades aimed at my throat without flinching. Nothing had ever terrified me the way the healing room did that night, watching Lyra grip the edge of the bed through another contraction, her face pale and slick with sweat, her breathing ragged with effort and pain. “You’re doing so well,” Soren said calmly, his focus entirely on Lyra despite the controlled chaos building steadily around us. The senior pack healer, an older woman named Brynna with decades of experience delivering both Lycan and hybrid births, worked alongside him with practiced efficiency. “It hurts,” Lyra gasped out, her grip on my hand tightening hard enough that I felt my own bones protest. “Thorian, it hurts so much.” “I know.” I pressed my forehead against hers, trying to project calm I didn’t entirely feel myself. “You’re so strong, Lyra. You’re doing incredible.” “Easy for you to say.” A short, strained laugh escaped me despite the gravity of the moment, some of th

Lyra's POV “Guilty,” Margret announced, the single word echoing through the silent chamber with the weight of two hundred years finally collapsing behind it. “On all counts, against all fourteen defendants, this tribunal finds full and complete guilt.” The chamber erupted, relief and grief and triumph tangling together into something I didn’t have adequate words for, even after everything we’d survived to reach this exact moment. Thorian’s hand tightened around mine, and I felt tears spilling freely down my cheeks, the months of testimony and fear and careful evidence gathering finally arriving at the conclusion we’d fought so desperately to reach. “Furthermore,” Margret continued once the chamber settled enough for her voice to carry, “by unanimous council ruling, the Severance enforcement structure, in its entirety, is hereby formally and permanently dissolved. Effective immediately, no remnant of its legal authority, its enforcement protocols, or its claimed jurisdiction over h

Lyra's POV The tribunal chamber felt different this time, heavier somehow, despite the familiar stone walls and the long table where Margret and the assembled council members sat in solemn rows. Maybe it was knowing this would be the final session. Maybe it was the weight of my own pregnancy, now impossible to hide beneath the simple dress I’d chosen for the occasion, that made everything feel more significant than it had during previous testimonies. “You’re sure you’re up for this?” Thorian murmured beside me, his hand resting protectively against the small of my back as we waited outside the chamber doors. “I’m sure.” I smoothed a hand over the curve of my stomach, feeling the small, reassuring flutter of movement beneath my palm. “This needs to end properly, Thorian. For all of us. For this baby, so they can grow up without Severance hanging over everything.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, his support steady and unwavering despite the obvious tension still lingering from his

Lyra's POVThe runner arrived just after midnight, exhausted and travel worn, carrying word that sent relief crashing through me so violently my knees nearly buckled.“He’s alive,” the runner gasped out. “Injured, but alive. They’re three hours behind me, Alpha’s orders to inform you immediately.”“Injured how badly?” I demanded, already moving toward the door despite Cecily’s restraining hand on my arm.“A blade wound along the ribs. The healer says it’s not life threatening, but it needed binding on site.”Three hours felt like an eternity. I paced the length of the courtyard despite Mira and Cecily’s combined attempts to make me sit and rest, my whole body thrumming with restless, anxious energy that refused to settle no matter how many times they reminded me the baby needed me calm. I couldn’t be calm. Not until I saw him with my own eyes.When the returning party finally crested the ridge leading into Moonveil, torches bobbi

Nysera’s POVI couldn’t help but smile as I watched the guys playing with the boys. It had been a month now in the hospital, and the boys had improved so much over the past few weeks.Most of the time I just looked at them and couldn’t stop the tears from filling my eyes. They were the one good thing in my life right now—the only thing that truly made me happy.The day the doctor declared them out of danger was one of the best days of my life. I was so relieved that Caelum and Zephar were perfectly okay.But Lyssara…Unlike the boys, the doctor said her immune system wasn’t very strong and she was still weak. I had almost lost her, but the doctors did everything they could. The only reason she was still fighting was because of all their efforts.Every single day that passed, I thanked the Moon Goddess for keeping them safe. I didn’t know how I would have survived if anything had happened to them. They were the reason I kept going, the reason I woke up every morning.Even on the days w

Vaeric Voss’s POVI sat beside her, watching her sleep peacefully. I couldn’t explain the mix of emotions swirling inside me. I felt both incredibly happy and deeply pissed at the same time. My chest ached like my heart might burst at any moment.We had finally found our mate—the one we had been told we weren’t destined to have. I should be overjoyed, and part of me was, but that joy couldn’t touch the burning fury in my heart.How could any sane man do this to his own mate? How could he beat her, treat her like a dog, and leave her broken like this?“I didn’t do it. I didn’t kill him,” she whimpered in her sleep, restless and clearly in pain.I reached out to touch her, wanting to comfort her.“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Kaedrin muttered, stepping into the room.I pulled my hand back and frowned.“We both know that touching her while she’s sleeping these past few days hasn’t ended well for either of us. You’ll only make her more hysterical.”I gritted my teeth in anger, my fa

I slowly regained consciousness with a heavy pain in my chest, the pain unbearable. With a wince, I struggled to open my eyes but couldn’t.“Where am I?”The beeping sound of a hospital monitor filled my senses. I felt my wolf stirring within me as if trying to tell me something.After trying hard to regain full consciousness, I finally did, my eyes snapping open with a gasp.The first thing I noticed was the high ceiling above me. My vision was blurry, but it soon cleared as I grumbled weakly, “I didn’t do it…” At that moment, I hadn’t fully regained myself, so my words came out without control. “I didn’t do it…” I repeated, feeling the pain in my chest increase.Then my memories came flooding back—the betrayal—my death! How could they have done this to me?“You’re awake,” a voice said, shocking me. I turned my eyes toward the sound and saw a man sitting there, a magazine in his hand as he flipped through it.He was dressed in a suit, but I couldn’t see his face clearly.My heart lea

Nysera’s POVA shot rang out, followed by a heavy thud. I screamed weakly and turned just in time to see Maelis collapse to the ground.“Run, don’t look back, or they will get you!” Maelis cried out in pain, unable to move or escape.Tears welled up in my eyes, but I forced them back. I took a deep breath and kept running, not daring to look behind me in such a desperate situation.“You catch that bitch, KILL HER!”Terror gripped me, especially because I was heavily pregnant. I didn’t want to be in this situation — it was almost too much to bear. What if my child ended up dying? What if I never got to hold my baby in my arms? The thoughts tore at me as I ran, knowing they wouldn’t stop until they had me.They chased me through the thick jungle, branches tearing at my skin while my breathing grew more ragged with every painful gasp.Maelis’s words echoed in my mind: Vaelor really wanted me gone? He actually wanted me dead? It seemed impossible.The Vaelor I loved would have done anythi

Nysera’s POVToday was supposed to be my wedding day.A soft smile tugged at my lips as I stirred awake, the distant chatter from the hallway pulling me from sleep. Memories of my bachelorette party floated through my mind, but they quickly grew hazy, leaving me frowning in confusion.“GET THAT SHAMELESS MURDERER OUT OF THAT BED!”Murderer?I groaned, the loud voices making me uneasy. I shifted in bed, trying to shake off the discomfort, but another smile crept onto my face as I pushed the strange words aside.“Murderer! She’s a murderer! Get her out of the bed!”The shouts pierced through again, leaving me utterly confused. Was I hearing things? My eyes fluttered open slowly, and through blurry vision, I saw a figure looming over me.What is going on? I wondered, sitting up straight. Everyone had gathered around the bed, their faces frozen in shock as they stared at something beside me.Dread twisted in my stomach as I turned to look. The moment my eyes landed on the scene, I screame