Novels by Dark Lady

Luna Valerius No one was speaking. No one was breathing. Silas was not moving."Is this a joke?" he said at last. Dante shook his head."I wish it were." Silas's jaw tightened."Aria is dead," he said, fury in his voice."Yes," said Dante. "That's what I thought too.""I held her funeral," Silas said, gripping his hair, pulling at it."I know," said Dante, fear creeping in."I built her grave," he said. He was in shock."I know," Dante said again. He seemed at a loss."Then tell me who the hell is standing at the door, Dante!"His final words exploded through the hall. Even Dante drew back. Hestia swallowed slowly."I saw her too," Hestia said, trembling. Silas turned on her in rage."Hestia."The woman closed her eyes."Believe me, Silas. I saw her.""Impossible," Silas said."Yes," Dante whispered. "Impossible. The dead cannot return."And then, from outside the castle, a woman's voice rang out."Are you sure about that, brother?"My heart stopped. All color drained from Silas's fa

Luna Valerius"Go on then, Alpha. Let's see who breaks whom."My voice bounced off the walls. Silas's eyes lingered on my face for a few seconds. Then he laughed. It wasn't an angry laugh. It was dangerous."There she is at last," he said, mockingly.I frowned. "At last what?""The real Luna finally showing herself," he said, still taunting."I've always been this way," I said, lifting my chin in anger."No," said Silas, shaking his head. "For years you were afraid, Luna."I took a step toward him. "I wasn't afraid," I said, my anger rising with every word."Don't lie to yourself," he said, smiling."You don't know anything about me," I said, shoving him lightly. He didn't even budge. Silas's jaw tightened."I don't know? Are you sure, Luna?" he said calmly."Yes, you don't know. You have no idea what I've been through!" I screamed.He grabbed my arm and shouted right in my face. "I HAVE BEEN WATCHING YOU FOR THIRTEEN YEARS."The hall went silent. Even Dante froze. I couldn't breathe.

Luna Valerius“Make your choice, Silas,” my father roared, slamming his silver-engraved cane against the cracking stone floor. “Either you hand that cursed girl over to me, or tonight you watch your pack burn.”Silas stepped in front of me like a wall, that dark growl rumbling from his chest and shaking the whole hall. His claws had already ripped free, tearing at the tiles.“The moment you set foot on my lands, you signed your death warrant, Valerius,” Silas said, his voice a thunderous snarl. “Not a single wolf in my pack will kneel to your mongrel army. Especially not when you’ve come to take what’s mine.”“I’m not yours,” I shouted, hands trembling as I raised the dagger at both of them. “Both of you, stop treating me like a piece of meat.”That was when the huge stained-glass windows exploded with a deafening crash. The moment the crazed wolves of the Eastern Pack poured in, the hall turned to hell.“Luna, I told you to get behind me,” Silas yelled, ripping through the throat of

Luna Valerius The castle gates shattered open. Hunters were shouting. Wolves were snarling. Silver bullets sparked against stone walls. And in the middle of all that chaos, Silas Vane was smiling. “Finally,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Some fun.” A hunter fired at us. Silas grabbed me by the waist in one motion and pulled me against his chest. The bullet blew apart the pillar behind us. His heart pounded hard against my ear. “Let me go,” I screamed, furious. “Not now, little wolf.” “I’m not your—” A scream cut me off. Dante had a hunter by the neck. The man’s body flailed in the air as Dante sank his teeth into his throat. Blood. Blood sprayed everywhere. I should have felt sick. But I didn’t. Instead, something warm moved through me. Like the violence didn’t scare me. Like it fed me. God. What was wrong with me? “Luna!” Dante’s voice snapped me around. A hunter had come up behind me. The silver knife in his hand was about to hit my heart when I caught his arm

Silas Vane The dark was my only faithful friend. After my sister was killed, I wandered this forest like a ghost for years. I had sworn to kill anyone who crossed my border without my permission. Not even a bird could fly here without my leave. Until that night. Until Drake Valerius. The man who murdered my sister in my own woods. I went for revenge. To tear out the Valerius bloodline by the roots. To spill their blood over my sister’s fresh grave. When her brother killed my innocent sister, I made a vow. I would take their most precious thing. I thought Luna was their most precious. But they saw her as a curse. When her father, that coward King Valerius, offered his own five year old daughter to me to save his hide, my stomach turned. “She is cursed,” he said, trembling. “The witch said she will bring ruin to the pack. Take her. Do what you will. Just leave us.” He had thrown his own daughter out. She lived in a hut in the woods. That night, when I entered that ramshackle cabin

Luna Valerius “You have to run, Luna,” I whispered to myself. “If you stop, the monster they talk about will become real. Run from becoming a wolf. If they don’t want you, then you don’t want them. Remember that.” But only ten minutes later, a pair of glowing eyes appeared through the thick mist between the trees. Then another. And another. They weren’t wolves. They were in human form, but they moved with an animal agility, circling me. “Look what we have here,” one of them said. His voice was sharp as a paper cut. “The Alpha’s new toy came out to taste the rain. Let’s have a taste of her.” I stumbled back, but my spine hit a solid trunk. It wasn’t a tree. It was Dante, Silas’s right hand, the one I’d seen at the castle gate. He was in human form, wearing only black leather pants; fresh claw marks on his chest were still bleeding. I thought only hunters were after me. Were wolves now attacking each other, too? “I told you to leave, didn’t I?” Dante said, his voice dripping w