werewolf

Reborn in Danmachi, as a werewolf cub in Telskyura, with foggy memories of this world and the inner workings of it. He has to be careful not to expose that he knows too much, for fear of earning the ire of the gods themselves. He uses this knowledge to survive Telskyura, earning a fear of the Amazonesses from his life there. And eventually sets out from Telskyura through some means which also cause a complete mental relapse into a child-like state, and is now on to Orario. Disclaimer: I do not own the Danmachi series, please support the official release!

Eighteen years of exile. A lifetime of being a living trash can for my sister’s perfection. Born as a "Vessel," Kaelith Vane was never meant to be a daughter. She was a sponge, designed to absorb the lethal Shadow Curse so her twin sister, Vivian, could remain the "Pure Luna." When Kaelith is finally summoned home, it isn’t for a reunion—it’s for a disposal. Her family, her pack, and even Alaric Grimshadow—the man she thought was her only hope—have a single plan: A Blood Moon ritual to drain the last of her life-force and leave her rot. Betrayed and pushed into the ancient "Shadow Well" to die, Kaelith finds something the pack tried to erase a thousand years ago. Erebus. The Forbidden Alpha of Shadows. He is a god trapped in skin, a nightmare pinned to a throne of thorns. He’s looking for blood; she’s looking for a weapon. In a desperate act of defiance, Kaelith does the unthinkable: She claims the monster. By biting the neck of the Shadow King, Kaelith shatters the Vessel. Now, they are one blood, one shadow, and one unstoppable vengeance. Erebus is no longer a prisoner—he is Kaelith’s darkness, coexisting within her skin. "They wanted me broken. They wanted me hollow. Instead, I brought back the end of their world." The hunt has begun. And this time, the bait has teeth.

The world believes it is safe. It isn’t. It’s only quiet because the truth was buried beneath enough lies to choke creation itself. But the Ashen siblings are beginning to remember. When Grim Ashen’s storm-fire resonates with the sealed Memory Root, something ancient stirs—something that should never wake. The Blank Court calls it a relic. The Guardians call it a wound. The Root calls the Ashens only one word: “Children.” Each sibling carries a forbidden shard of Vortharion, the Crimson Sovereign who sacrificed himself to imprison the Eldritch Stars. Now those shards are trembling… wanting to return to the whole. The Blank Court races to awaken the Seventh Star, unaware that the Ashens are the final locks holding the universe together. Because the truth is simple and terrifying: The Ashen siblings were never meant to be heroes. They are the keys Vortharion left behind. And the thing they unlock… does not open. It feeds. With every battle, every awakening, every pulse of the Root, more cracks spread through reality. And through those cracks, a thousand voices whisper: “Come home.

Violet Crowe has spent her entire life being unwanted. Hated by her family, locked away in a basement, and forced to swallow herbs that suppress her wolf, she reaches twenty without ever knowing what it feels like to be a werewolf. Things can’t possibly get worse until she accidentally crashes the annual mating ceremony and discovers she’s mated to the Lycan Kings. All three of them. Corvin, Caleb, and Cassius are the youngest kings in history. They’re newly crowned, already irritated with fate, and deeply unimpressed by the wolfless girl the Moon Goddess chose for them. They want the bond broken. Violet just wants to survive. Unfortunately, the Moon Goddess seems to have other plans. As Violet’s wolf begins to surface, unsettling truths about her existence come to light and more people want her gone. Trapped in a kingdom that doesn’t want her and bound to three kings who claim they hate her yet keep ending up in her bed, she quickly learns one thing: Being rejected is far more dangerous when destiny refuses to let you go. ~~~~~~~~~ This story contains: – a Moon Goddess who refuses to explain herself and will not be taking questions – three Lycan Kings who are tyrants by day and emotionally unavailable by night – control issues – very selective self-awareness – a heroine who is exhausted, confused, and absolutely did not apply for this life – rejection that turns into obsession when it doesn’t work – politics, violence, and people who should not be in power – accidental bed-sharing that no one wants to explain in the morning – fate with no refund policy and no customer support. WARNINGS: R18: Smut (lots of it), dark themes, murder, emotionally stunted sociopaths, morally black kings who insist everyone call them green flags, rejection-to-obsession romance, wolf politics, manipulation, betrayal, accidental bed-sharing, involuntary growling, obsessive freckle-counting, and a female lead who did not sign up for any of this. A spicy reverse-harem fantasy romance where the only sane one is the Moon Goddess (occasionally) and the only thing more dangerous than the spice is the obsession. Proceed with caution. Everyone involved is unwell.

How would a wolf birth a witch and a witch wed the Devil’s Bone? Lucrezia Bathory has lived as an outcast from her pack until married to the rumored Devil’s Incarnate of Dreadwyn. A land built on souls of the dead and the throne of human bones—an ugly creature of the dark with sharp fangs, claws, and a monstrous form—known to eat the flesh of the innocent, and drink the marrow of the wicked. To protect her family and House Bathory, Lucrezia carries the cross as sacrifice to prove her birthright. But who knew the creature wedded wasn't as described in the tome as ‘ugly’ but a Sin destined to lure her astray. A Daydream disguised as a Nightmare, and a Nightmare of many colors. *** EXCERPT “You want to know what I want?” He stepped forward, pinning her gaze deep into his bright hazel eyes, reminding her sanity she just treaded the wrong question. When he drew closer, she stepped back, heart drumming loud that its rhythmic sound replaced the sudden silence sealed with heat, until the back of her legs hit the table behind, taking her weight along its surface. Gods… she was only wearing a silk night gown, and the windows were perfectly closed, hearth warm enough against the cold yet she was burning. “I can’t breathe, Lucreiza,” He pronounced her name like a sinful prayer, and she gulped, her mouth almost hanging from delusion. “I can't breathe because you’re fucking me with your scent. I’m going crazy with every passing second I breathe, and seeing you like this, utterly bare, makes me want to make you beg.” It was so short, but she could feel every power, every restrian, every pleasure, just by words alone. How insane can it drive her, were determined by her reaction. Unknown emotions she has never felt before, emotions that heated and chilled her all at the same time. A gasp escaped her lips when he pressed closer, and her legs parted unconsciously, conceding to his unexpressed demand. Now she was pinned in between the body of a monster. One whom she should fear, but felt… expectation? He leaned in and she stuttered a breath, throwing her head back as his fangs grazed her skin in a manner that’s supposed to make her crawl. Run. But instead, it made her desperate. “You don't know even half of what I want, half of what I need.” At this point, Lucreiza’s mind was a totally mess that nothing else registered apart from what he was doing to her. “I’m not just the monster you should fear, witch. I’m the Devil you should deny,” That was the thing… she couldn’t reject him. Fear him. Stir clear. Run. Nothing else made sense to her apart from the burning flames in her chest, the one she never knew when exactly it transpired. The world seemed to cease when she opened her mouth and uttered the damnation, that even the heavens screamed warning from above. “Y-yes,” she whispered, voice hanging from ecstasy. “M-Make me b-beg,” PS: MATURED CONTENT. #webnovel

Jemma survives by enduring. Draven rules by taking. When a desperate man offers his girlfriend as payment for a debt, two worlds collide—one built on fear, the other on blood. But monsters recognize monsters… and some predators don’t hunt to consume.

In a world that has moved into the modern age, one ancient law still rules the empire. The Enigma must marry into every pack to bind the empire together and ensure that no pack is ever forgotten. Twelve packs. Twelve marriages. One by one, the most powerful packs offer their Alpha-blood princesses to Lord Jethro, sealing their place in the empire through marriage. All except the weakest pack. They have no princess. Only one prince, an omega born into an Alpha bloodline. From the moment of his birth, he was considered a failure. A son where a daughter was needed. An omega where an alpha was expected. His existence pushed his pack even lower, it was almost erased and distributed among the higher ranks, but the empire is built on one absolute rule: There must always be twelve packs. And Lord Jethro will not break the law. Now, the empire faces an impossible choice. If the law demands marriage… And the pack has no princess… Will the Enigma marry a male omega, -something history has never seen? Or will one pack finally be erased forever?

A peaceful world that is suddenly erupted with war between humans and Werewolf. No-one has ever predict, there exists a race from human myth and fantasy, when people started to know about Werewolf existence it already to late for humans. Werewolf have started war on humanity that 300 years old that is still going on until the only one race remains on the planet. High school student Larissa who has lost her entire family because of Werewolf attack, Now filled with hatred for werewolf, she walks towards paths that is made of vengeance.

After killing a werewolf in self-defense, a physically weak and emotionally fragile woman awakens cursed by the very monster she slew. Dragged into a brutal hidden society ruled by strength alone, she is viewed as an anomaly, pitiful, temporary, and disposable. Watched closely by the most powerful alpha werewolf, she struggles to survive violent transformations and relentless judgment. She is kept alive only because the alpha is curious to see how long she will last. But the curse in her blood doesn’t obey their rules, and her strength doesn’t manifest the way it should. It grows quieter, sharper, and more patient. The pack believes they are watching a weak woman break. They are wrong. They are watching her learn how to rule.

Transmigrated into the Underworld universe, a surgeon wakes up with the Corvinus Bloodline Matrix—a digital interface that turns bloodshed into power. By drinking blood, he earns Bloodline Points (BP) to unlock gene trees, purchase abilities like 'Enhanced Reflexes,' and fuse Vampire and Lycan genetics. It’s a race to farm enough BP to reach Apex Form before the movie timeline destroys him

"You are not worthy to stand beside an Alpha King. I, Dante Silvercrest, reject you as my mate and Luna." The words echo across the sacred Moon Claiming ceremony as every wolf in the kingdom watches Elara Moonwyn—daughter of disgraced traitors—reach for a bond that will never be hers. Publicly humiliated, stripped of her dignity, Elara flees into the one place no wolf dares to enter: the Forbidden Veilwood, where rejected mates go to die and ancient magic devours the broken-hearted. But Elara doesn't die. She awakens something older than the Moon Goddess herself—a bloodline sealed away because it was too powerful, too dangerous, too divine. The mark on her skin is no longer the rejected mate brand. It's the Starborn Sigil, proof that she descends from the first children of the cosmos, the ones who created the Moon Goddess and the werewolf species. And the moment her seal breaks, Alpha King Dante begins to die. Deadly visions plague him. His heart stops whenever hers races. His wolf howls in agony, claiming its mate was never truly rejected—the bond merely transformed into something darker, a cosmic punishment for scorning what the universe itself blessed. But when Dante comes crawling back, desperate and dying, Elara has already caught the eye of another: Alpha Kieran Nightshade, the mysterious Wolf King of the North, who kneels before her and calls her what Dante never did—Queen. Now Dante must watch the woman he rejected become the most powerful being in their world while he suffers the consequences of breaking a bond the universe never meant to be broken. The prophecy was always clear: When the Moon is rejected, the Stars will claim their daughter back, and all wolves will kneel or burn. Elara Moonwyn was never just a rejected mate. She was always the end—and the beginning.

MATURE CONTENT (Not suitable for readers under the age 18) Irene Harvey's life comes crumbling when her mate rejects her on their wedding day and her father is arrested by her sworn enemy, Alpha Devon. This takes her back to square one, stripping her of every power she had as an Alpha daughter and turning into an Omega over night. To wash down the misery of being ruined by a man that not only arrested her father but had also killed her brother, she decided to go for a party. In that party, she meets a mysterious man in which she is attracted to. He takes her to his private cabin and they share a hot, steamy night. Irene Harvey’s life comes crumbling the second time when she learnt that the man she shared a steamy night with was Alpha Devon, the man she had always detested and the new Alpha of her Pack. —- “What do you want?” Irene spat, not bothering to flip the light on. His scent that she loathed with every fiber of her being announced him before his lips did. “You,” he replied softly, as if he hadn’t just snapped an innocent man’s neck for merely speaking to her. “You need to leave me alone, Devon.” Her voice crackled with frustration and fury. “You know that’s not possible,” he said, voice smooth as silk. “Stop this madness! What more do you need from me? You took my family, stripped me of my title, forced me into an Omega’s life. You took everything. Just leave. Me. Alone. Please.” In a blink he was inches from her, breath hot on her neck. “You don’t understand what you’ve gotten yourself into. This is do‑or‑die. Either I have you… or I kill every man who even breathes near you.”

Blurb "I'll be queen," Nyrah said. Her voice didn't shake. She wouldn't let it. "And when I am, I'll make sure you kiss my feet." "If you somehow survive," Killian said, leaning closer, "and you become queen, I will personally kiss your feet. I promise." In the year 2043, power decides everything — bloodlines, fate, and who gets to live above the rest. Nyrah Vale has none of it. She’s the only human admitted into Dominion Academy, a brutal institution where the strongest of every species compete in the Ascension Gauntlet to become ruler. Therians, dragons, witches, reptilians, and fox clans sharpen their claws on one another in a place where a weakling doesn’t last a day. Everyone expects Nyrah to die in the first hour. But Nyrah isn’t here to survive. She’s here to break the pyramid that crushed her family — and uncover the truth behind her parents’ disappearance during the Great War. Standing in her way are five dangerous heirs, each destined for greatness… and each unexpectedly drawn to the girl they were raised to despise. Enemies. Allies. Obsessions. And only eight will reach the top. Nyrah plans to be one of them — even if she has to shatter destiny itself to do it.

After the death of the former Royal General and Resident Blood-Hound, the Kingdom of Dionus descended into chaos. The Second Queen rebelled. The Second Prince vanished. And the sacred balance of the Five Disciples of the Moon Goddess began to fall. As the wolves fought over the throne, one name refused to disappear. Esmeralda Malcolm. Daughter of the late Royal General. A Blood-Hound without a Wolf. Forbidden. But also the infamous red-haired troublemaker. A noble-tamer with a sharp tongue and an even sharper smile. She was never meant to inherit anything. Meant to be forgotten. But on her eighteenth birthday, the ancient contract awakens—and Esme becomes the Mistress of the Seven Dark Lords, beings even Alpha Kings feared to name aloud. Seven Monsters—created by a cunning Entity to represent the Seven Deadly Sins. They were bound to her by her paternal blood, rune, and will. And somehow… life got better. A silver-haired vampire who treats her like a treasure. “My lady, your fists are too precious to touch scum like that. Let me handle him.” A werewolf warlord with a pack of terrifyingly obedient men. "Dear Mistress, what command do you have for me today?” A beautiful seven-star chef insisting on feeding her by hand. "Say a word and a feast worthy of kings will be set at your table.” Best of all? A system left behind by their Creator that showed her how loyal they were to her. However, peace was short-lived. Because the Second Alpha Prince finally returns. An Alpha born to command, blessed by the Moon, feared by Kings yet haunted by a red-haired girl with a sad smile he never forgot. He comes to save her. He comes with Bloodlines, armies, and fate itself at his back. Yet Esme only laughs. After all—what’s more fun than a war between Alpha Bloodlines and Ancient Monsters? Especially when the prize is hers. The rules are simple. Fight. Win. And maybe earn a kiss on the cheek. #StrongFL #ObsessiveML #Romantasy #SmartFL #MultipleLoveInterests #FandM

As head of the Mexican cartel, Valentina Santos has only one goal in life: protect the family at all costs. For Valentina, this means leaving a life of crime behind in exchange for her new private security firm, La Mor. When Valentina accepts an assignment in remote Colorado and meets the mysterious Silas Syndril her entire life is turned upside down and worst of all? A rival cartel has resurface and has their hearts set on eliminating the Santos dynasty once and for all.

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains dark themes, explicit smut,traumatic experience, emotional trauma, betrayal and humiliation. ★★ They called her wolf-less, a disgrace, a curse. The girl who killed her brother and brought shame to her pack. For seventeen years, she endured nothing but hatred—from her Alpha, her pack and even from her own biological family. She has been beaten down, enslaved, and unloved. Yet she never broke. Until her first heat led her into where she wasn't supposed to be. That night, she met him. Lucian. The beast king who had slumbered for so many years. Cold. Ruthless. Deadly and the worst part starved. He drained her blood for his thirst … and by an unfortunate mistake, marked her as his mate. Now, the bond has awakened a secret no one was meant to know. With the pack baying for her blood and the enemies court hungering for her power, she has only two choices. Bow to fate and become the mate of her sworn enemy… Or burn the world that betrayed her. •♪♪• Hi my name is Isabella and follow me through my journey of self discovery, growth, love and vengeance. #StrongFL #fromhatefulltoDottinghusband #Powercouple #EnemytoLovers #Fatedmate

Kylie Moon just moved to a new town. She was prepared to finish her studies and leave as quietly as she came. Until she met him. Kylie had no idea of the supernatural world, until she became one Alpha's mate. She would have to learn quickly, but Adrian Sutton was there to show her the way.

Willow Sheffield suffers a fate worse than death when she is sold as a slave to the cold and cruel Alpha King, Dorian Haywood. Dorian, who is given an ultimatum by the elder council to find himself a luna who would give him an heir to the throne did not expect his mate to turn out to be a lowly slave. Sparks fly when they meet, but the discovery makes Dorian extremely embarrassed and furious and he makes it his mission to break his mate instead of claiming her. Unable to take his horrible behavior anymore, Willow escapes, only for Dorian to track her down years later, and this time, she is stronger and she also has a son who carries the Alpha’s eyes. Now Dorian will fight anyone to make Willow his again. What will Willow do?

In her first life, Primrose Vielle Illvaris thought the Lycan King hated her. He barely spoke to her, avoided her like the plague, and his people treated her as if she were invisible. After all, she wasn’t his choice, just a fate mate he never wanted. So when she met a tragic end, she welcomed death with open arms, hoping to step through the gates of heaven and spend her days running around the flower garden. But then … she was reborn. Thrown back to the past, right to the moment she was forced into their marriage, Primrose was determined to leave him before history could repeat itself. But just as she planned her escape, something strange happened— She could hear his thoughts. And they were nothing like his cold, distant behavior. 【My wife is so beautiful today … But if I look at her, I won’t be able to let go.】 【I'm a beast, I'm a monster, I don't deserve my wife ....】 Primrose almost choked on air. Wait—what?! The more she listened, the more shocking the truth became— HE WAS OBSESSED WITH HER. Every time she was near, his thoughts screamed: "MINE." "MATE." "MY WIFE IS MAD AT ME! I DESERVE TO DIE!!" Excuse me?! Since when did the cold, untouchable Lycan King turn into this pathetic lovesick fool?! ———— Follow my IG @Zenanicher Commission cover by Laylee