Annabel  

Arya is a witch-werewolf hybrid, the first of her kind, not only is that illegal it is also impossible.

With whispers of war in every corner the discovery of a hybrid might just be enough to break or make the world.

Noctis was no one,an orphan raised by the werewolf military general and in training to join the army, but when the mark of the alpha appeared on his chest his destiny took a turn.

They are Tied together by destiny to save the world or end it, and neither of them are prepared for turn their lives are about to take, but oh well...


Fraction wars

The air was soft with laughter, the kind that comes only from true joy. Golden lanterns floated above the grand halls of the Winter Court, their lights dancing like fireflies caught in a waltz. Snow fell gently from the enchanted ceiling, never touching the guests, adding only to the charm of the night. 


It was Vitalis’ birthday—her eighth. A small celebration, just family and a few trusted attendants. The royal ballroom had been cleared and decorated in deep blue and silver, delicate snowflake charms hung from the icicle-shaped chandeliers. 


Her parents, King Aurellion and Queen Naivara of Vitae Springs, looked at her like she was their entire world. Their smiles were warm, proud, their hands never far from hers. The queen wore midnight blue silk, her long white hair braided in silver threads. The king’s deep voice rumbled as he lifted Vitalis in a slow spin, her giggles echoing through the palace halls. 


Chapter sixteen