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In the Blood moon Pack, Aurora Hale is the mistake everyone wishes never happened. Born wolf-less to a prestigious Alpha family, she’s the shameful daughter, the unwanted sister, the girl the pack forgets until they need someone to blame. For eighteen years, Aurora’s plan is simple: keep her head down, survive the cruelty, and run the moment she turns eighteen. But on the night of her birthday, everything falls apart. Her wolf finally awakens, late, wild, and marked. And the mate bond snaps into place with brutal clarity. Her mate is Kade Blackthorn: the next Alpha, her sister’s beloved fiancé… and the boy who made her life a living hell. Aurora wants nothing from him. Not his pity. Not his protection. And definitely not his love. She’s spent a lifetime learning how to live without being wanted, she refuses to chain herself to the wolf who once enjoyed watching her break. Kade, however, is discovering a new kind of torment: needing the one girl who would rather burn their bond than accept it. With the pack watching, secrets unravelling, and a dangerous mark on Aurora’s skin that could rewrite the laws of their world, walking away won’t be easy. He can’t live without her. She refuses to live for him. Between them lies a bond that feels a lot like war. Can something so broken ever be remade into love, or will the wolf she hates drag them both past the point of no return?

Two centuries have passed since the Great War ended, and humans believe they live in harmony with werewolves. But the truth is darker—werewolves rule as supreme beings while humans exist in ignorant bliss, never knowing their real position in this new hierarchy. To preserve this delicate illusion, select humans are chosen annually from different districts to enter Lunaris Academy, an elite institution offering prestige, power, and marriage to alpha royalty. These “fortunate” souls are celebrated as the chosen ones, destined to become luna and claim their place among the powerful. This year brings an unexpected selection: Violet Purple. For a girl raised by a fallen woman in the shadows of society, this opportunity seems like salvation—or so she’s been led to believe. Lunaris Academy shatters every illusion. The carefully constructed lies crumble as Violet discovers humans aren’t partners but prey in a vicious hierarchy. The academy serves as an elegant prison where students become entertainment for alpha predators who relish their twisted competitions. Violet’s arrival doesn’t go unnoticed. She draws the hungry gaze of the academy’s most lethal rulers—the Terror Four. The Alpha of the North, South, East, and West each command their own brand of cruelty, their own ruthless appetites. These apex predators circle her like sharks scenting blood, each more savage and calculating than the rest. They assume she’ll submit like countless others before her, that she’ll crumble under their relentless pressure and join their collection of broken playthings. They’re about to learn how wrong they are. Violet Purple bows to no one.

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

“That mark on your neck..” he began “No one, must know about the bond between us.” Adina looked at him, startled. “W-what?” “You will cover your neck everyday. You will live as you have and you will never speak of what happened yesterday. I will never acknowledge you as my mate. Never.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Why? Why did you mark me if you didn’t want me?” “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t even look at you.” He stepped closer, the cold in his eyes crueler than anything she’d ever seen. “Do you really think I’d choose you? A murderer?” His lip curled. “You killed your Alpha’s heir. Do you think anyone would want that as a mate?” ~~~~~ Framed for killing her Alpha’s pup. Adina is stripped off her title, and sold as a slave. Adina was once Luna of her pack, now she’s chained and sent to the most feared ruler in the realm. Thorne Vargan Rhukor, the cursed Lycan King. A beast whispered about in nightmares. A killer who murdered his own mate and fed her remains to vultures. But when their eyes meet, everything changes. A forgotten bond ignites. A prophecy stirs. And the King who vowed to never love again… wants her. In a world of beasts, bargains, and betrayal… how much is a soul really worth?

-No rape.- The Alpha King was meant to produce a male heir. An alpha destined to be crowned the next ruler of Lunareth, the true Alpha of the Royal Pack. Instead, he had a daughter. From the moment she could understand it, Lynsandra knew her fate was never to rule, only to be given away. No matter her efforts, no matter her worth, she was not what the pack needed. So she left. She fled the Royal Pack, her father’s shadow, and the life chosen for her—only to learn that the world beyond was no kinder. Betrayed by the man she believed loved her, Lynsandra learned firsthand how easily devotion is taken for granted, and how little protection love truly offers. “Just look at you! You’re so dull, so boring! No man would want someone like you!” Lynsandra scoffed. “Watch me.” Two years later, the Royal Pack announces an Alpha Selection. Men from across the continent arrive with one goal: Lynsandra. To stand at her side, they must submit to an unconventional final trial. One that binds them not as suitors, but as something far more dangerous. The Luna’s Harem. Some come to dominate her. Some come driven by greed and ambition. Others enter for reasons of their own. None of them are prepared for what it truly means to stand beside her. In a world that never believed a she-wolf could be an alpha, Lynsandra is done proving herself and fully prepared to show them what power truly looks like.

What if the monster you were sold to wasn't the real danger? They call him the Monster. Nine wives. Nine graves. No heirs. I was supposed to be the tenth. Sold by my family to save a sister who betrayed me, I thought survival meant staying invisible. But when I healed Alpha Kael Cinderclaw in the snow, I accidentally bound us together, a mate bond neither of us wanted and neither can sever. Now I feel his rage like fire beneath my skin. He feels my fear like a blade against his throat. And the fortress that buried nine wives is watching us both. My family wanted me erased. His enemies want me dead. And Kael? He looks at me like I'm the one thing he can't afford to want—but can't let go. They wanted a sacrifice. They're getting an awakening. In a world where power is everything, the wolfless girl just became the Alpha's greatest weakness, and his most dangerous obsession.

Warning - Dark romance. Age-gap romance. Werewolf bond. Emotional obsession. 18+ Elara Romano’s world crumbles the day her father dies, leaving behind one final wish: she must live under the protection of his oldest friend—Alessandro De Luca, the ruthless Alpha of Regina’s most powerful werewolf pack. Thirty-eight, cold, and untouchable, Alessandro had long promised her father he would protect Elara… but never imagined the pull of a bond he could not resist. In the shadows of the grand De Luca estate, rules are set, boundaries tested, and a mate bond awakens—one that neither Elara nor Alessandro can ignore. As whispers of danger, betrayal, and jealous rivals stir through the city, every stolen glance, every denied touch, and every secret shared brings them closer… and further into darkness. Between promises kept and desires forbidden, Alessandro and Elara must navigate a world where love is a curse, protection is a chain, and claiming what is theirs could destroy them both.

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

The world survived through destruction. Dragons were hunted. Werewolves were suppressed. The spirits of the forest were captured and drained to power the cities behind the walls—called protection while the land slowly died. She chose a different path. Once dismissed as weak, she possessed a rare ability: to hear the voices of the forest spirits… and to heal instead of extract. But mercy is dangerous in a world built on control. Now feared by the High Council and watched by every faction, she stands between humans and the creatures they have spent centuries exploiting. Because in a world that believes survival requires taking— She is the only witch trying to give something back.

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.

The Legend of Allison Daki is the story from the existence of the greatest vampire leader ever known

"Marlene McKinnon, she was killed two weeks after this was taken, they got her whole family." - Alastor Moody "I won't let them..." - Harry Potter "No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, an' he'd killed some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age — the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts" - Rubeus Hagrid "I will stop him..." - Harry Potter You can support me at my Website or Patreon at patreon.com/PerseusBlackfyre and perseusblackfyre-shop.fourthwall.com respectively, where you can early access to chapters and some exclusive content.

It was quiet and peaceful when the sky suddenly tore open. It began as a tremor in the fabric of existence... a faint vibration that rippled through the air, through the oceans, through the bones of every living thing. The world felt it before it saw it. A hum that resonated deep within the Earth, a sound that was not a sound but a pulse, a heartbeat of something vast and ancient awakening. Then came the light. The Veil's Breach appeared without warning, a jagged wound across the skies, stretching from horizon to horizon. It shimmered with colors that defied comprehension, hues that no human eye had ever seen. The air itself seemed to bend around it, warping reality as if the world were being rewritten. From that wound poured Aether–the raw essence of creation, unbound and untamed. It cascaded into the atmosphere like a storm of living light, flooding the world with energy that defied every law of nature. It was beautiful. It was terrible. It was the beginning of the end to every living being or so they thought. At first, humanity watched in awe. The skies glowed with radiant colors, the oceans shimmered with strange luminescence, and the very air hummed with power. Some called it a miracle. Others called it judgment. But whatever it was, they never knew. Within days, the miracle or judgment turned to madness. The Aether did not bless nor did it judge; it consumed. The first storms tore through the world with impossible fury. Lightning of violet and silver carved scars across continents. Winds howled with voices that were not wind. The seas boiled, the ground split, and the stars themselves seemed to flicker in fear. Civilization collapsed in weeks. Machines failed as Aetheric interference devoured power grids and shut satellites. Cities burned under skies that rained liquid light. The old world, the world of science, order, and reason... was gone. And from the chaos, new horrors were born. Creatures emerged from the Aether storms; beings of flesh and crystal, of shadow and flame. They were called Aetheric Beasts, though no name could truly capture what they were. Some resembled twisted reflections of Earth's animals; others were shapes that defied logic, their forms shifting like smoke. They hunted by instinct, drawn to the pulse of life, and wherever they walked, the land itself changed. Forests turned to glass. Rivers glowed with liquid fire. Mountains floated, suspended in the air like fragments of a broken dream. Humanity fought back, but the weapons of the old world were useless. Bullets melted midair. Missiles detonated before launched. The Aether warped everything it touched. And yet, amid the ruin, something extraordinary happened. Some humans began to change. They survived the storms, their bodies adapting to the Aether's touch. They awoke with strange abilities, powers that defied explanation. They could conjure flame, bend metal, heal wounds, or move with impossible speed. They were the first Trait-Born, the children of the new world. The Trait-Born became both saviors and threats. Some used their gifts to protect the remnants of humanity. Others succumbed to the madness of power, becoming monsters no different from the Beasts they fought. In time, the survivors gathered. They built walls of steel and light, powered by the very energy that had destroyed their world. These bastions became the Aether Enclaves–fortified cities shielded by shimmering barriers that repelled the storms and the Beasts alike. Within the Enclaves, humanity endured. Generations passed. The chaos outside the walls became legend, the Descent was a story told in hushed tones. The Aether storms still raged beyond the barriers, but inside, life found rhythm again. 1500 years after the Descent, a young boy who was a null, rose from the lowest tiers and will make a change in this new found world

Sam never asked to be special, she was just a girl who preferred Tolkien to parties, solitude to small talk, and honesty to pretense. But when a night she never wanted to attend changes everything, she’s thrust into a world she never knew existed… and discovers she’s not just human anymore. Worse (or better?), she’s psychic, a rare, dangerous gift in a world ruled by ancient, ruthless vampires. You can support me at my Website or Patreon at patreon.com/PerseusBlackfyre and perseusblackfyre-shop.fourthwall.com respectively, where you can early access to chapters and some exclusive content.

Branded a monster at seven, Avira is accused of igniting a fire that kills hundreds and she is cast out to face the world alone. Years later, after enduring cruelty and pain in Moonfire Pack, history repeats itself. Framed once more, she is condemned to the Devouring Hunt–the most brutal execution a werewolf can face. She was meant to die, instead, Dylan’s rescue delivers her to the powerful TwinMoon Pack, where hope flickers, but briefly. Secrets, blood, and betrayal lurk beneath the surface, and fate has far crueler plans. Forged by pain, sharpened by survival, Avira refuses to remain a victim. With or without the Alpha twins, she will rise, fight, and claim what was always hers–the TwinMoon throne. • Dark fantasy • Power struggles • Fated bonds READER DISCRETION ADVISED!

At the school gala, Athena made her grand entrance in the black net dress Rhydric had bought for her. The gown clung to her like a second skin, sheer black net layered over a fitted underdress that hugged every curve without apology. The neckline dipped dangerously… only half her boobs are hidden. The attention shifted the instant she entered. Head turned. Conversations died down immediately. Athena didn't care one bit, instead her eyes scanned the hall, searching for her four handsome men, and she found them already staring. No, not just staring. Devouring. Eryx let out a low breath. “Fuck you, Rhydric,” he muttered, eyes glued to her. “Why would you get her a dress like that?” Rhydric didn’t answer right away. He moved, setting his glass down on the table with an annoying calm. A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips. “That's because, I know what suits my girl best.” he said smoothly, clearly pleased with himself. "Corrections...our girl." Azrael corrected as he drank from his glass. Rhydric ignored his brothers and ignored the countless stares…some stunned, some jealous, some openly resentful. Rhydric closed the distance between them. His hand slid up, and his fingers curled possessively around her neck, without warning he crashed his lips onto hers. Athena gasped, the sound melting into the kiss, and then she smiled against his mouth. Rhydric’s kiss was dark and possessive. It wasn’t gentle at all. In fact, it's the opposite of that. His lips moved hungrily against hers, like a man starving for years. Azrael looked away. Then back again. He shouldn’t be jealous anymore. He knew that. Still…he couldn’t help it. Theodore, on the other hand, smiled, fully satisfied. Waiting patiently for his turn. Eryx rolled his eyes so hard they almost fell out of his head. When the kiss still hadn’t ended, he strode toward them, voice low, almost a growl. “Alright... you've had enough.” Rhydric kissed her a little longer, just to be cruel, before finally releasing her. Athena was all flushed and breathless. Her lips were swollen. Eryx didn’t give her a second to recover. He slammed his lips onto hers, one hand gripped her waist, the other grabbing her ass without hesitation. Athena moaned into his mouth, but the loud music swallowed the sound whole. Eryx pulled back slightly, just enough to smile against her lips, utterly satisfied. He knew she was going to make him pay for that later. And he was all in. Azrael watched, jealousy twisting sharp and unwanted in his chest, but the sight was so damn hot that he felt his little brother twitch. And that was it. His patience snapped. He stood, crossed the space in seconds, yanked Eryx away from Athena, fisted his hand in her hair, and kissed her hard. Athena thought she might actually die. Her knees nearly buckled. She was already dripping wet. Her panties literally soaked. Oh…Fuck them. Fuck them all. Around them, the students stared. Jealousy burning through them. Azrael kissed her until he was satisfied, then finally pulled back. Athena was red as a tomato. He smirked. “You look wrecked...Viper." She slapped his chest and glared up at him. “Shut up...That's all of you fault.” Rhydric and Eryx only smiled. She pushed Azrael back slightly and looked past him. Then she saw Theodore. He was sitting on the table, legs spread wide. One hand tapped lazily against the surface, the other resting on his lap. When their eyes met, he smiled. But beneath that smile, was barely restrained hunger. The three of them had already ruined her enough. He hadn’t wanted to add to it. But, Athena didn’t like that at all. She’d been waiting for his kiss too. So she walked toward him instead. Theo’s jaw clenched the moment she got close. She climbed onto him without hesitation, sitting directly on his little brother. He groaned, arms wrapping around her waist. Before his lips met hers, he murmured teasingly, “Fuck Athena..." without warning he slammed his lips on hers. discord: thaymi_1

#Romance #Fantasy #Romantasy #Werewolf #Action #Adventure #Revenge #Betrayal #CEO #Business #FemaleLead #WomenEmpowerment Eleanor Whitmore, the second daughter of the prestigious Whitmore family, was born with a golden spoon in her mouth. Wealth and social status followed her throughout her life. She had a caring mother and a protective sister... or so she believed. But one day, her perfect world shattered like fragile glass. Just when she thought life couldn’t get any worse, she had no idea the worst was yet to come. After a series of shocking events left her with nowhere to hide, she chose to fight back against those who had conspired against her. Tormented, tortured, and nearly killed, she eventually found herself carrying an unwanted child. In that moment, she made a choice... she would become a mother. And so, a single mother embarked on a long and arduous journey to seek justice... not only for herself, but for her child.

The Moonstone is broken. The dead wolves are rising. And only one naive girl can save the world. Lira is the last Moonborne; a demigod with the blood of the Goddess Selene running through her veins. For years, the Ironwood Pack has kept her hidden, claiming it’s for her own protection against the plague of Zombie Wolves that roam the wilds. But when a secret letter reveals that her guardians have been lying to her, and her own father turns into one of the monsters she fears most, Lira realizes that safety is just another word for prison. To save what remains of the world, she must flee the only home she’s ever known and travel to the distant Silverstone Pack. But to survive the werewolf apocalypse, Lira is desperate to get stronger. Her strength lies the prophecy, in two paths, and two Alphas: Kyren, the Ironwood heir who swore to protect her, even if the prophecy says loving her will cost him his life. Daries, the dangerous, cynical rogue who teaches her that survival requires getting blood on your hands. "One alpha shall guard her. One alpha shall tempt her." Lira is in a battle against her own destiny and torn between two lovers, all while trying to survive the werewolf apocalypse.

In a world consumed by fear and greed, humans turn to medical experiments in pursuit of immortality and power. Six friends, each with their own path and personality, navigate the shadows of human desire—fear, coldness, and obsession. As their destinies collide, the line between salvation and destruction depends on the choices they make.

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains dark themes, emotional and physical abuse, trauma, betrayal, humiliation, and mature content. However, it also delivers humor, sharp sarcasm, a doting (and dangerous) mate, and chaotic chemistry between the leads. ★★ Synopsis ★★ They called her wolf-less. A disgrace. A curse. The girl blamed for her brother’s death. The unwanted twin. The shame her pack never stopped punishing. For seventeen years, Isabella endured cruelty from everyone who should have protected her—her Alpha, her pack, even her own blood. Beaten down. Enslaved. Ignored. Yet she never broke. Until the night her first heat dragged her into a forest she was never meant to enter. That night, she met Lucain. A king who had been sleeping for centuries. Cold. Ruthless. Starved. A ruler who rejected fate, bonds, and the Moon Goddess herself. He took her blood to survive. He meant to kill her afterward. Instead, he marked her. A bond never meant to exist. A mate never meant to live. A king never meant to awaken. The mark ignites a secret no one was meant to uncover—one that places Isabella at the center of power, prophecy, and bloodshed. Now the packs want her dead. The Elders want to use her. And enemies far older than wolves are watching. Lucain has spent his existence proving he cannot be owned. No bond. No mate.No weakness. Isabella has spent her life learning how to survive. Forced together by fate and hunted by the world, they face an impossible choice. Bow to destiny and submit to the bond… Or burn down everything that ever tried to control them. Because when fate tightens its grip, the real question isn’t whether the bond can be rejected... It’s what happens when the girl everyone broke becomes the one thing a king cannot afford to lose. •♪♪• Hi, my name is Isabella. Follow me through a journey of survival, self-discovery, vengeance… and a dangerously unexpected love. #StrongFL #EnemiesToLovers #FatedMate #PowerCouple #fromHatefulToDotingHusband #DarkRomance #SlowBurnChaos