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Moon of Barong: The Last Bali Werewolf

Beneath the postcard-perfect sunsets and the rhythmic chanting of the tourists lies a rotting Niskala world. The ancient balance of Rwa Bhineda—the sacred equilibrium between light and dark—has been poisoned. A prehistoric curse, dormant since the fall of the Majapahit Empire, is clawing its way back through the volcanic soil of Bali. Gede, a simple laborer in the emerald rice terraces of Jatiluwih, never asked for a destiny carved in bone and blood. His life shatters the night he witnesses Jero Mangku, the village’s most pious priest, transform into a silver-furred nightmare under the glare of a jagged moon. But Jero Mangku wasn't just a monster. He was the first casualty of the Wong Kalong—an ancient lineage of Balinese shapeshifters who were once the elite guardians of kings, now reborn as a mindless, contagious plague. Branded by a claw mark that refuses to heal, Gede finds his own humanity slipping away. His senses are sharpening to a lethal degree; he can hear the heartbeat of the forest and smell the fear of his neighbors. He is thrust into a shadow war that has simmered for centuries, caught between three deadly factions: The Leyak Covens: Dark sorcerers who see the return of the "Silver Blood" as the ultimate ingredient for their immortality rituals. The Banaspati Guardians: Ancient forest entities who believe the only way to save Bali’s sanctity is to purge everyone infected—including Gede. The Blood Moon Cult: A modern shadow organization plotting to trigger a perpetual eclipse, turning the island of the Gods into a banquet for predators. Visceral combat, temple politics, and mystical progression, Moonlight over Majapahit follows Gede’s journey from a terrified victim to a legendary predator. As he searches for a cure from the peaks of Mount Agung to the crushing depths of the Southern Sea, he must decide: will he save the island that fears him, or will he lead the pack that destroys it?
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Trapped in a Wolf’s Body, Bound to an Alpha

Aerys Luneth is a woman who has never once been acknowledged by her own family. Within her household, she is nothing more than a hidden disgrace—an unwanted child cast aside since childhood, treated like a shadow that should never have existed. And in the end, she is used as nothing more than a tool to make money. She becomes involved with a man named Lucian Vaelcrest, unaware that he is not human. Lucian grows deeply obsessed with Aerys because she is different—she has never submitted to anyone, not even to him. Amidst their relationship, Aerys discovers that she is pregnant. But that pregnancy marks the beginning of a far greater disaster that is about to befall her. —— Before Aerys can give birth, she is targeted by a group of unknown werewolves. She is captured, and her baby is taken from her the moment he is born. Her body grows frail and emaciated, as if all the blood within her has been drained. Her once beautiful face turns pale, her cheeks hollowed. When her body is discarded in a forest, a werewolf from another clan appears. His name is Andrew Demeanor—a doctor, and an enemy of the Velkris clan. “I will save you, but you will become a wolf… just like them. Are you willing?” After Aerys becomes part of the oldest clan—the Rhaezharn Clan—she finally emerges from hiding to carry out her mission. To take back her son, to tear that clan apart, and to search for the fragments of the Noctyra Relic—a stone believed to have the power to cure cursed afflictions. However, when Aerys successfully infiltrates the clan, she becomes the center of attention—not only for Lucian, but for other wolves as well. Three Alphas who each seek to claim her. Meanwhile, Aerys discovers that her son has been raised by one of them, a man named Jasper. He has grown normally and has received enough love. So… will Aerys fall once more into Lucian’s arms, or will she choose the man who raised her son as his own?
Aksa_Ryu · 95 Views

THE WHITE LUNA WHO REJECTED THE PACK

Aurelia Vale spent her entire life believing she was nothing more than a powerless human living among werewolves. Without a wolf. Without a mate. Without a place she could truly call home. In a pack that valued strength above all else, she survived by lowering her head and enduring their scorn in silence. The Alpha heirs despised her. The future Beta dismissed her existence. Even the warriors treated her as an inconvenience. When the cruelty becomes unbearable, Aurelia walks into the Moon Goddess Temple to sever her bond with the pack forever. She never expects her blood to awaken an ancient power thought long extinct. Thunder shatters the sky. Her wolf emerges. Aurelia is not human. She is a White Wolf, heir to a forgotten bloodline that once ruled over Alphas and commanded entire packs. Worse yet, the scent of five mates binds itself to her soul the moment she awakens. The very men who once humiliated her now feel the pull of the bond. The pack that cast her aside now kneels before her power. And a mysterious fifth presence watches from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to claim what he believes is his. As Aurelia flees the pack that betrayed her, her strength continues to grow and long buried truths begin to surface. Faced with obsession, regret, and a bond she never asked for, she must decide whether to grant forgiveness or tear down the hierarchy that once broke her. This time, Aurelia is no longer the one being chosen. She is the one who decides who is worthy of standing beside the White Luna.
Arpan_Porame · 61.4k Views

The Alpha’s Unclaimed Mate

Her blood was liquid gold. The moment it hit the basin, an urge to mate slammed into Dexmon, obliterating any concern for timing, place, or consequence. His heart thundered, caught somewhere between hunger and outright panic. His wolf surged. Aegon: Mate her. Mate her again. Mark her. In that order. Dexmon: Absolutely the fuck not.   ________________________ [Synopsis] Two Alphas. One impossible choice. A stranger saves Serena's life, and she returns the favor without knowing he's the Crown Prince of Drakenfell. Mate. He knows instantly. She has no idea. After a year in silver chains, her wolf is dead. At least, that's what she believes. But Dexmon is already betrothed to a princess who will murder to keep him. So he stays silent. Fin Shadowclaw, the youngest Alpha King in Skardos, can't take his eyes off her either. His wolf also says 'Mate' and he has no intention of walking away. Serena remains unaware, until someone tries to kill her. Fin catches it in time, and is forced to mark her to save her life. Right when his fangs are deep and Alpha venom flowing, a black wolf slams into him. He's knocked back, and watches as the wolf's fangs bite right over his mark. Serena wakes up to a fuming Alpha Prince, ready to re-mark his territory as many times as it takes. And a possessive Alpha King who's already decided nothing will pull her away from him. Two marks. One girl. And a war that has nothing to do with territory. Love triangles don't usually involve mass murder. ________________________ Content Warning: This novel contains dark themes, dubcon, abuse, SMUT, explicit scenes, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion advised.  Tags: fated mate, war, royal family, betrayal, shifter, queen, underestimated, alpha king, luna Discord: https://discord.gg/JR2yGgKNq8
TheLoneQuill · 161.6k Views

Beneath His Skin

Caution: This book contains mature content and is intended for matured readers. ***** I knew if he left this room, he'd keep fighting alone until his heart simply gave up. I hated him for it. I hated him for being so difficult, but the thought of him being gone made my stomach turn into a block of ice. My brain went numb. My instincts took over. I stepped in front of the door. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely feel them. I grabbed the hem of my dress. I can't believe I'm doing this for a man I wanted to kill an hour ago, I thought. But whatever was pulling me, didn't care about my anger. In one fast, desperate motion, I pulled the dress over my head and let it drop. The cold air hit my bare skin, making my nipples turn into hard, sensitive pebbles instantly. I stood there, completely naked, my heart hammering so loud it echoed in my ears. Oh! Moon Goddess, just end me already. **** She was too weak to stand beside him. And his heart already belonged to another. Azura Moryn knows the rules of the Crescent Moon Pack:power is everything, and without it, you are nothing. Rankless and orphaned, she has survived on the edges by being invisible. But invisibility is not weakness, it’s a choice. Behind her quiet exterior is a resilient spirit, a surprising bravery, and a clumsy, lovable heart that refuses to be crushed, even when the odds are impossible. Rhydor Drakemire has everything. Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, feared and respected. Groomed for greatness. And deeply in love with the woman he plans to make his Luna. So when fate makes Azura his mate, the choice is simple. He rejects her. A weakling has no place beside an Alpha. And he refuses to give up the woman he loves. The bond should have shattered. Instead, something ancient awakens. Forbidden magic stirs beneath the pack lands. Golden light erupts. Pain tears through them both. And when they wake, the world is wrong. Azura opens her eyes inside the Alpha’s body, strong, powerful, untouchable. Rhydor wakes in hers, powerless, scorned, and unseen. Now their souls switch without warning, trapping them in each other’s skin while enemies circle closer and the pack begins to fracture. Every secret they uncover changes what they thought they knew, about strength, about weakness, about each other. And beyond the pack borders, a brutal Alpha King rises, draining Lunas and hunting power in his obsession with immortality. Old prophecies resurface. Whispers spread of a truth long buried: Only a female Alpha can bring him down. As forbidden magic stirs and betrayal creeps closer than loyalty, an ancient legacy refuses to stay buried any longer. Azura is about to learn the truth of her own blood. And the mate Rhydor rejected may be the one fate chose to change everything. Some bonds are broken by pride. Some curses are written in blood. And some destinies can only be uncovered…
Stephie_writes · 46.4k Views