Novels by Aria

Nyra Virellion “Do you trust me, Nyra?” His voice was low, and my eyes fluttered shut on their own. I’d never felt this kind of warmth before. Maybe it was because I hadn’t touched alcohol in months. One glass of champagne was apparently all it took to make me tipsy. “Whoa!” He spun me around and pinned me gently against the railing. “You’re beautiful, Nyra…” “And you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen… Vaerith,” I replied. He clicked his tongue. “Vaerith. Say it properly, just Vaerith.” I chuckled and repeated his name, this time slower and a little bolder. “Vaerith~” It came out breathy and sensual. The kind of sound that could drive a wolf crazy. “Fuck…” he whispered, then crushed his lips against mine. The kiss sent heat flooding through my whole body. Suddenly his hand slipped through the slit of my gown, lifting my leg to wrap around his waist. He pressed closer, his body f

Nyra VirellionTonight was all about looking breathtaking. I couldn’t stop smiling at my reflection in the mirror. The long teal gown hugged me in all the right places, and I kept turning this way and that, admiring myself like I was someone else entirely. I let out a little giggle and spun around one more time, just to see the fabric flow.“I’m pretty sure Alpha Vaerith is going to fall in love with me all over again,” I whispered to myself in a silly voice, then laughed like a kid. The A-line cut gave me this elegant posture that made me look taller, and the color brought out my skin perfectly. I didn’t even feel like I needed makeup.The black heels that came with the dress were simple but classy. They made me feel regal, like I was floating a little taller than usual. This whole look was more than I could’ve asked for. I could already imagine heads turning tonight.Beta Raelor had messaged me earlier with details about the guests. Invitations

Nyra Virellion[THREE DAYS LATER: CELEBRATION DAY]Three days had been just enough time for me to crawl back into something resembling normal life. A life that had completely flipped on me. Suddenly I was being treated like some kind of hero. Celebrations always followed the Trials, and every year the winner got their moment in the spotlight. This year, that winner was me.My doorstep was buried under a mountain of gifts by morning. I could barely step out without spending ages clearing a path. Once the well-wishers finally left, the corridors felt eerily empty. It was just me walking in silence toward the common dining hall.And once again… total silence.“Congratulations, Lady Nyra Virellion. Alpha Vaerith asked us to treat you especially well today, so expect—”“I’m really sorry to kill the mood,” I cut in gently. “I do appreciate it, I really do, but I’m not feeling all that special right now. I hope you understand.”

Nyra Virellion Oryndor was backing away from the fight. The Trials of Heirs were meant to be fierce and competitive, the kind of place where the winner actually earned their victory. But everything that had happened lately just left a bitter taste in my mouth. Even now… Oryndor was retreating like he didn’t think I was worth fighting. What the hell was making him pull back? This duel was supposed to change both our lives! My chest felt like it was in a vice as I pounded my fist against his protective gear, but it wasn’t doing any good. “Oryndor! Fight me! Why won’t you fight me?!” I screamed, though the roar of the crowd swallowed every word except for him. But even he seemed to have gone deaf to me. “FIGHT ME!” “No.” I was pretty sure I heard that clearly. Had he really just refused? “I can’t fight you, Nyra.” He unbuckled the belt holding his daggers and let it drop. I stared at the fallen belt, shaking my head, my eyes fixed on his boots. “Why…? Don’t I deserve a fair fight

Nyra VirellionThere was still a little time left before the final round, the one that would decide everything. Something about that thought sent a strange warmth spreading through my chest, but it wasn’t a comforting kind of warmth.The final round… The end of it all… I was going to face Oryndor Blackveil.My chest had never felt this tight, even though we’d fought each other countless times before. We’d practiced every move together, learned each other’s habits inside and out. And now we had to turn all of that against one another.The war inside my head was brutal. He was my friend. I couldn’t bring myself to really fight him. Our chances felt fifty-fifty at best.At the same time, Oryndor Blackveil was the heir to a powerful and well-resourced pack. The Stormchaser pack never lacked for anything. There was no real reason for him to come after my own pack the one I was the natural heir to—unless they wanted more information about the artifact and…No. I was overthinking it.Thi

Nyra Virellion“Ha… ha…”I stood in the middle of the arena during my second round, breathing hard and starting to question how much I had left in the tank. Thousands of eyes bored into me from the stands. They were waiting for something exciting, something raw that would get their blood pumping and feed their hunger for a real fight.As brutal as it sounded, that was the whole point of the Trial of Heirs put on a show, prove you could lead them.I took a deep, shaky breath and locked eyes with the guy across from me. He was from one of the stronger packs. We were both still holding back our weapons, just circling each other in the early moments of the match.“Are you scared, little girl?” he taunted.My stance shifted from defensive to straight-up annoyed. I relaxed my shoulders a bit and answered, “Not trying to crush your dreams or anything, but I’ve trained harder than anyone else here. I plan to win this time respectfully.”