Novels by Vrya kade

Edric POV I sat in the center of the great hall with my hands bound in front of me. The stone bench felt cold beneath my legs. Pack elders lined on both sides of the long table, their faces set like carved masks. Guards stood at every exit. The air smelled of old wood and tension. I kept my back straight as I would not give them the satisfaction of seeing me break.I heard the doors open at the far end. Nyx walked in with her snotty Alpha behind her. She wore dark green again, the same shade she had worn the night before. Her chin was lifted and her steps were steady. When her eyes met mine across the room, something hot and ugly twisted in my chest.*I could have killed her when I had the chance.*The thought burned through me. One clean strike years ago and none of this would be happening but instead I had kept her alive. I had used her and sold her. Now she stood here as Luna of Ironfang, looking at me like I was already dead.Kane rose from his seat at the center of the table. Hi

Nyx POV I woke up the next morning with a clear purpose. The dungeon waited below the estate, and the conversation I needed to have belonged only to me. I told Lucian over breakfast that I had to do this alone. He looked at me for a long moment, his eyes searching my face. “I will be outside,” he said quietly.“No,” I replied. I held his gaze without blinking. He studied me again, then nodded once. He stayed upstairs. This moment was mine.I walked down the stone steps alone. The air grew colder with each level. Torches flickered along the walls, casting long shadows that danced across the floor. My footsteps echoed softly. When I reached Edric’s cell, I stopped just outside the bars.He sat on the bench, his back against the stone wall. He looked up at the sound of my approach. Something moved across his face. Not fear. Not yet. It was the same calculating expression he had worn every time I entered a room in his house. He was deciding what I was worth at that moment. An old habit w

NYX’S POVThe air in the dining hall had grown thick. Every word spoken at the table carried weight now. I sat beside Lucian, my back straight, my hands folded calmly in my lap. The Calloways still wore their polished masks, but cracks had started to show. Edric’s smile no longer reached his eyes. Isolde kept glancing toward the doors as if measuring escape routes. Ren shifted in his seat, loud confidence fading into nervous energy.Lucian rose slowly. The movement drew every eye in the room. He signaled to two guards who had waited silently near the entrance. They stepped forward carrying a wooden box. Lucian opened it with deliberate care and lifted out the first document.The healer’s report.He held it up so the pack elders seated at the ends of the table could see it clearly. “This is the medical record from the night my former mate Lysandra died,” he said. His voice stayed even, but the room grew quieter with each word. “It describes a young woman matching Nyx’s description. Ext

NYX’s POV I stood in front of the tall mirror in my room and smoothed the fabric of my gown one last time. The color suited the occasion. Dark enough to hide secrets, rich enough to remind everyone I now belonged here. My hands stayed steady, but my stomach twisted with a mix of anticipation and old rage. Tonight the Calloways would walk into this estate believing they still held power over me. I intended.. to prove them wrong.Lucian waited for me in the corridor. The moment I stepped out, his gaze moved over me slowly. “You look breathtaking, little Storm.”I managed a small smile. “Thank you.”He offered his arm. “They are coming. Are you ready for this?”I took a deep breath and slipped my hand through his arm. “Yes. There is nothing I want more.”“Wonderful.”Thorne and Elara joined us near the entrance. Thorne looked every inch the beta, sharp and watchful. Elara carried herself with quiet strength, though I caught the tension in her shoulders. We formed a united front as we wa

Nyx's POV I met Elara in the quiet chamber deep within the restricted wing. The air felt heavier here, thick with old magic and the faint scent of dried herbs. Elara had arranged everything with care. “I am ready,” I said.Elara nodded. “Then we begin. Remember, do not force it. Let Mara come to you.”I closed my eyes and breathed slowly. At first there was only darkness behind my eyelids. Then something stirred. A warmth spread through my chest, slow at first, then stronger. Mara had been pushing against the old corruption for weeks. Today the wolf felt different. Closer and more alive.The shift happened without warning.One moment I stood in the chamber. Next, I was somewhere else entirely. A vast, silver-lit plain stretched out under a full moon. The grass beneath my feet felt cool and real. In the distance, a beautiful white wolf stood watching me. Pure white fur caught the moonlight like fresh snow. Golden eyes held steady, ancient and patient.Tears filled my eyes before I co

Elara’s Pov (Limited third)Elara watched the healer pack his supplies with a quiet kind of relief that made her shoulders drop for the first time in five days. Thorne sat on the edge of the infirmary bed, shirt half open, scowling at the bandage wrapped around his shoulder. He could move his arm now, but not without a visible wince when he tried to lift it higher than his chest. The irritation on his face was familiar. Thorne had always been the one who moved through the world like nothing could slow him down so being stuck like this clearly offended him on a personal level."You are healing well," the healer said, closing his bag. "The poison is out of your system but rest is still important. No heavy lifting. No fighting for at least another week."Thorne grunted. "I will take it under consideration."Elara almost smiled. That was as close to agreement as he would get.The healer gave her a small nod before leaving the room. Once the door closed, Elara stepped closer and helped Tho