To Shield Her from the Storm
After being betrayed, framed, and tortured until she was blinded and her limbs shattered in her previous life, Judy Johnston was reborn. She returned in a frail, sickly body, haunted by the blood-soaked nightmare that had stolen her entire family but this time, she was no longer alone.
By her side stood Nick Bateman, a solitary boy with pure Lycan blood, a predator’s cold instinct, and an absolute loyalty reserved for Judy alone. To the world, Nick was nothing but a nameless orphan.
But to Judy, he was the only darkness that shielded her, the pair of hands that pulled her from the abyss, and the eyes that always looked at her with endless tenderness and indulgence.
Nick could obey her to the extreme. And he could also kill without blinking, if it was for her. Anyone who dared touch Judy would simply disappear from the world.
After coming back to life, Judy wanted only to protect her adoptive family and stay far away from all power struggles. But fate would not let her stand aside: the Spring Gala in the Lycan King’s palace, rival clans, the vicious schemes of her uncle and cousin, and countless secrets buried in blood.
Most terrifying of all… was the secret surrounding Nick, the one who once cried beside her bed, the one who saved her from death, and perhaps… the one who had loved her across both lifetimes.
In a Lycan royal court filled with lies, darkness, and bloodshed, Judy must survive and find the one who loved her to the point of despair in her past life.
She never imagined that person had been by her side all along. And this time… he refuses to let her leave his arms, not even for a single step.
Update schedule: 2 chapters per day, no updates on Sundays.
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Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace.
That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon.
I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to.
Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk.
That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace.
I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity.
Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.
