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Trigger Warning: This story contains dark themes, including abuse, non-consensual situations, emotional trauma, humiliation, and violence. Reader discretion is advised. •••••••••••••• Sofia was considered a burden and was never loved because she weighed a few pounds more than what was considered the perfect slender figure. Her younger sister, Lola, was the apple of everyone’s eye—the complete opposite of Sofia. Lola had it all: a beautiful face, a slim body, and she was even dating Damien, the soon-to-be Alpha. Everyone believed Lola was destined to be his mate. The future Luna. The perfect choice. Then fate turned cruel. Lola died, and Sofia was condemned for murder when a damning video showed her pushing Lola to her death. Overnight, she became a murderer in everyone’s eyes—even to Damien, the Alpha heir she secretly loved. On the day of her execution, Sofia is offered a choice. Die… Or live as a sex slave to the Alpha heir who hates her. Soon, word spread. Everyone heard about the famous Alpha Damien’s sex slave. Powerful men began to come forward—Alphas, Betas, and allies of the pack. Some were curious. Some wanted a taste of her. Others wanted to prove their strength by claiming what Damien despised. And with each passing day, the line of men grew longer. But what none of them knew was that a prophecy had long been whispered about Sofia. A prophecy spoken years ago. It said that the girl marked by fate would not only possess a rare and dangerous gift, but that kings, Alphas, and powerful men would one day fight each other for the right to claim her. A woman whose existence would ignite wars. A woman powerful enough to change the fate of packs. And Sofia… was the girl in that prophecy. Then came the real trouble. Damien’s uncle stepped into the picture. A respected Alpha. Calm. Influential. A man no one ever questioned. From the moment he saw Sofia, his interest was clear. He wanted her—and unlike the others, he had the power to challenge Damien. Soon, Damien was no longer the only one laying claim to her. For the first time, he had a real rival. And neither of them yet realized that the prophecy had only just begun to unfold.

Raised by a necromancer with glowing green eyes and a questionable moral compass, Harry grows up mastering the art of death—literally. Horcrux crafting? Check. Conversing with ghosts? Easy. Questionable life choices? Well, he’s pretty sure he turned out alright. The Wizarding World isn’t ready for this version of the Boy Who Lived.

(R-18 and dark themes, you have been warned.) Blurb: During my incarceration by my mate, I see a man leaning against the wall of the dungeon with his arms and legs coiled with heavy iron chains. Dressed only in tattered rags of a black robe his ghostly white skin is mostly on display. Tattoos like smoke crawl all the way from his neck to the side of his handsome and deeply chiselled face, but it's the eyes that have me in a trance. Deep red like the freshly spilt blood, such rich shade, and they stare directly at me with such intensity that I forget to breathe. My hand grabs the iron bar, and I steady myself as his curved lips move and he utters only one word to make my world crash and my magic lose control. “Mate!” My world shatters at his words. "You can see me?” He asks next, a voice calmer and yet deeper than Mariana Trench. It whispers all around me, murmuring against my skin as if trying to awaken something sleeping. “Yes, why shouldn't I be able to?” I question, slightly confused. A crease descends on my forehead. "No one else can," he answers with a wounded smile that wrecks my heart. Synopsis: In this post-apocalyptic world, Faes are hunted and killed mercilessly because they are blamed for the apocalypse that befell and destroyed half of the population. At 20, Amaia Zhāng is a Fae and is the last of her kind, or so she thinks. Her family and her whole village were massacred by the Dread Army in the name of keeping peace. She is the sole survivor and keeps her appearance cloaked. But she makes it her mission to train every day and become strong enough to avenge her kind. During a battle with a monster, her mate abandons and rejects her to save his life. Heartbroken, Amaia is left with no choice but to join Orion Academy. It is home to the greatest hunters and enforcers of her continent. It's a world where hunters and enforcers are treated like celebrities. She knows the training will help her fulfil her revenge plans and become a renowned hunter. And maybe along the way she will find another mate. But the twist of fate, deception and seduction from the man who is supposed to refer her to the Orion Academy leaves her with a curse and a tainted reputation. A curse which prevents her mate/mates from recognising her and prevents Amaia from informing them of who she is to them. As it turns out, Amaia is mated to hybrid Alphas of Orion, but none of them can feel the mate bond, and they believe she wants to seduce them. “Have some dignity, Amaia. You abandoned your mate and are now trying your seduction techniques on me. I have a fiancée.” Glares Alnilam, her first mate. “Don't look at me like that, lassie. I am saving myself for my mate.” Winks Alnitak, her second mate. “Stay away from me. You are not my mate,” scolds Mintaka, her third mate. “I will bring a garland constructed from your ex-mate's bones. How dare he hurt you?” Determination flashes in the eyes of Rigel, her fourth mate. Every time they turn her down and choose to be intimate with their chosen females, she feels every ounce of pain and hurt. Amidst the chaos and heartache in a place where enemies hide in plain sight. Can Amaia break this curse and have her mates recognise her as theirs? Does she have four mates or is there another twist hidden? Will she become a successful hunter and keep her identity hidden from the world and at the same time carry out her revenge? Read on to find out. A special thanks to @TheSlumbingCat for creating this beautiful cover for me. If you want to chat, find me on Discord, Facebook and Instagram with the same name.

They never reveal themselves. They move through the shadows, unseen and untouched. Centuries ago, they unleashed plagues that drowned Europe in death… and soon after, the entire world followed. Millions perished, yet the true architects remained hidden. And now… the shadows are stirring again. No one knows what they are preparing. But one thing is certain... the next nightmare will make the past look merciful. In a city where people vanish without a trace, a terrifying phenomenon known as the Dense Fog spreads through the streets at night. This fog is not natural. It is a gateway to the Dark World, a dimension where monsters hunt and humans become prey. Krish Veylor’s life changes the moment he meets the mysterious Mr. Durraan, the mastermind behind the secret Night Hunters Club. Hidden beneath the city’s normal life, this organization hunts creatures that emerge from the fog. When Krish signs a dangerous pact with Durraan, he unknowingly binds his fate to the darkness itself. But the truth is far more terrifying. The hunters are only protecting one city, while across the world the remnants of an ancient Vampire Civilization are rising again. Hidden within human society, they spread chaos and plague-like disasters to weaken humanity. As the Dense Fog spreads and the barrier between worlds begins to break, Krish must face a horrifying question... Did he sign a pact to save the world… or to help destroy it?

Raven was young, naïve… and an Omega. She stumbled upon their pack—three powerful Alpha brothers. They could have ended her life, but they let her go, on one condition: she must never tell anyone about their location. But fate wasn’t so kind. When she returned home to her father panicked—an attack was coming from the Moonburn pack and someone had to divert their enemies’ attention. Raven is forced to make the impossible choice: protect her family or preserve another’s. To save her own, she betrayed someone else’s. It was the beginning of her ruin. Not only did her decision unleash chaos she could never undo, it marked her for revenge—by the Alphas she had wronged, and by the consequences of her own deceit. Struggling for survival, Raven must navigate a dangerous world of powerful Alphas, broken promises, and dark desire. But can a girl who betrayed so much ever find redemption—or love—without paying the ultimate price?

"Deny all you want. But you smell like defiance, and that's what makes you irresistibly dangerous, little bunny!" .......... In just one night, Earl lost his everything. His Job. His Dignity. His Love and His Mother. Crushed under the weight of the brutal world, he was driven to end his life. The moment his feet slipped off the bridge, he didn’t believe destiny would ever await another chance for him. But it did! In the most shocking way one would imagine! This time, he woke up naked, right next to an old man who miraculously bore the exact face of his vicious Boss who had pushed him to death! The same smile, the same eyes that brutally belittled him that night…now shimmered with disgusting lust! Rage came easily this time and…Murder was the only beginning! But the next moment, he was dragged into a hidden magical academy, and he realized being reborn into a crumbling world hit by a natural catastrophe after a deadly Asteroid had wiped off 60% of the population, leaving the remaining ones to die next, following an inevitable premonition! But what baffled him the most was that his identity was no longer a man…but a wolfless, weak omega. In a world where omegas are considered nothing but breeders for the potential Alphas! In a world determined by hierarchy and instincts, as a man who’s been straight since his birth…Earl was determined to defy his cruel fate… Until Three Mysterious Alphas stood in his path! One was Untouchable. One smelled like Blood and Lust. And the remaining one was a user of Cursed Sorcery. Yet those Supreme Alphas had circled him not because he was weak…but something more powerful and predestined had bound them together. No one was willing to lose to the other one, declaring one final verdict- “You can deny us all you want, but in a world that’s supposed to be ending…YOU ARE OURS!”

A werewolf bite. A cursed soul. One very angry Horcrux. When nine-year-old Harry Potter is bitten by a werewolf, the darkness inside him doesn’t fade—it fights back. The Horcrux in his scar clashes with the curse in his blood, twisting fate into something far more dangerous. Now, the wizarding world whispers a new name: The Lord of Werewolves. Will Dumbledore’s plans survive this wild, unpredictable force? Will the world accept its savior… or fear the monster he’s becoming? One thing’s certain—destiny just got fangs.

She is a poison he had craved to Taste. A sin he wants to keep committing. For Jericho, watching Alessia strip on stage was drug. He never chases. Every woman would worship the ground he walked on just to be on his bed but he found himself chasing this one woman to the point of obsession. ************* He pinned my hand above my head, my back pressed firmly against the wall. His breath was warm against my skin, close enough to steal the air from my lungs. “Trust me, love,” he murmured, voice low and possessive. “You could have been married to a hundred men before me but you’ll always find your way back to my arms. There’s no escaping me.”

In a kingdom choking under the weight of its own depravity, mercy has been extinct for generations. It is a world ruled by high-born predators and Apostles—monstrous entities born from human sin—who feast on the flesh and dignity of the weak. Here, the law is written in blood, and survival is a curse. Sutarjo, a blacksmith’s apprentice built of muscle and silence, sees his world incinerated in a single night of gore. Under the flickering light of his burning village, he is forced to witness an atrocity that shatters his mind: his father decapitated like common livestock, and his mother relentlessly defiled by a pack of bandits and beasts until her life flickers out in the dirt. On that night, the boy died, and something nameless was born in the ashes. Dragged into the lightless abyss of slavery alongside his two childhood friends—Dadang, whose once-noble ideals are curdling into a dark, cold ambition, and Lilis, a girl whose spirit is splintered by the horrors she has endured—Sutarjo does not break. He hardens. Emerging from the furnace of suffering, he rises as the DESOLATOR. Carrying a slab of jagged, rusted iron too massive to be called a sword, he begins a scorched-earth hunt for vengeance. He does not come to save or to lead; he comes to erase. He will skin the tyrants alive, crush the marrow from the bones of monsters, and ensure that those who laughed while his world burned will eventually pray for the mercy of a quick death. In a world abandoned by God, the DESOLATOR is proof that the most terrifying hell is the one carried in the heart of a man who has nothing left to lose.

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."

Six years ago, I was framed, betrayed, and forced into a night of passion with a terrifying stranger. Now, I am Elara, a supposedly weak single mother to three adorable triplet pups. But my pups share a deadly curse, and the only cure lies with their biological father—Caleb, the ruthless Lycan King, billionaire tycoon, and the absolute ruler of the underworld. To steal his pheromones and save my children, I have no choice but to enter his territory, playing the role of a helpless, harmless woman. There's just one tiny problem: Caleb has just issued a global death warrant for "Nightshade", the legendary assassin queen he despises and swears to tear apart. And Nightshade... is me.

Jackson Jekyll Holt Hyde Two students at Monster High that very few people hate even if they couldn't be more different. Not that people don't start to realize something is strange about the two of them. (Kind of an AU/my headcanon mix)

Sarafina Ainsley died on her twenty-fifth birthday. The problem is… she woke up again. Now her blood burns with something unnatural, her senses are sharper than they should be, and the city she once called home suddenly feels different—like it’s watching her. Valerie’s City hides more than ordinary secrets. Vampires rule from the shadows, hunters lurk in silence, and ancient bloodlines control a world Sarafina never knew existed. But somehow… she is at the center of it. Someone knows what she is. Someone has been waiting for her return. And someone clearly failed to kill her the first time. Two men stand dangerously close to the truth. Alistair Draven—a powerful hybrid whose presence awakens something wild inside her. Cassian Crowley—her best friend, who seems far too prepared for the chaos unfolding around them. As buried secrets begin to surface, Sarafina realizes her death was never an accident. It was the beginning. And whatever she has become… the supernatural world is already coming for her.

Paradise. A place I’d only heard whispered about in stories too bright, too perfect, too impossible to be real. Yet running for my life through the Forest Packs dragged me straight into the arms of the one place I never believed existed: Novaterra Pack. The paradise of shifters. The kingdom that rivaled human nations. The home of the Alpha King himself. And somehow… they accepted me. A runaway. A branded traitor. A boy with no pack number, no family, and a past wrapped in blood. I told myself I was here temporarily. Just until they figured out who I really was and tossed me to the wolves like I deserved. But then I saw him. The man with the red eyes. Kastiel Novaterra. The Alpha King who built paradise with his bare hands. The one man I should never look at, never want, never crave. His presence terrifies me. His gaze burns through my lies. And his scent makes my knees weak in ways I never believed were real. Falling in love is the last thing I should be doing in a place that isn’t meant to be my home. But the more I try to run from him… the more Paradise itself pulls me in. And Kastiel. Kastiel never lets go of what’s his.

In a werewolf pack that despised weakness, Aphrodite learned to survive by staying quiet, keeping her head down, and enduring cruelty in silence. The Alpha heirs hated her. The future Beta and Gamma made her life unbearable. When she finally breaks and seeks freedom at the Moon Goddess temple, she does not find release. She finds truth. Aphrodite is not human at all. She is a rare white wolf, descended from an ancient Direwolf bloodline long believed extinct. The ritual meant to sever her ties awakens her wolf instead and with it comes the scent of five mates bound to her by fate. The Alpha twins who once scorned her now cannot stay away. A human hunter walks beside her and proves that strength is not born of fangs or dominance. A cursed Wolf King holds the key to her past and her father’s imprisonment. And watching from the shadows is one who was never meant to interfere at all. As gods fall, packs fracture, and war reshapes the world, Aphrodite must decide what destiny truly means. Is it submission to fate or the courage to choose her own path. Love does not come in one form. Neither does power. In a world ruled by gods and wolves, Aphrodite will become something neither ever expected. Not a queen. But the axis upon which the world turns.

​Alpha Draegon wanted a son for twenty-four years. When his wife had a daughter instead, he lied to everyone. He raised the girl, Valen, to act and dress like a man so no one would know the truth. ​On Valen’s eighteenth birthday, a group of scary soldiers called the Lycanis arrive. They say every family must give them one man to join their army, or they will start a war. Valen’s father plans to go in her place to keep her safe. However, Valen leaves home in the middle of the night and gives herself to the Lycanis. ​She is taken to a cold place called the High Dark Mountain. She finds out that the Lycanis are dying out. They take men to help them have children and grow their population. The strong men become soldiers, and the weak men become workers. Valen is very strong, so the Lycanis women want her. ​The Lycanis King notices Valen. He is a mean and powerful leader. He makes Valen his personal guard. He does not know she is a woman. Valen has to hide her body and her feelings while she works for him every day. ​During a big battle, Valen gets hurt. Her secret is finally discovered. Everyone sees that she is a woman, not a prince. Now, the King has to make a choice. He can punish her for lying, or he can keep her with him to help stop his many problems.

No bride survives the Cursed Alpha. For years, whispers have haunted the throne of Alpha King Azrael Valeric—a powerful ruler with mismatched eyes, a dark past, and a deadly curse that drains the life from every woman he marries. When the powerful Valeric family requests a bride from the SinBound Pack, Dorian Stormrider refuses to risk his beloved daughter. Instead, he sends the girl no one would miss. Elowen. A half-breed servant raised in cruelty and silence, Elowen has spent her life being treated as disposable. Forced to take her stepsister’s place under a stolen name, she is sent to a distant Gothic castle in Romania to marry a king rumored to kill his wives within a week. But Azrael Valeric is not the monster the world believes him to be. Kind when he shouldn't be. Gentle when he tries not to be. And desperately determined to keep his distance from the woman who is now his queen. Days pass. Then weeks. Elowen is still alive. As secrets begin to surface—about Azrael’s curse, Elowen’s mysterious heritage, and a prophecy older than the throne itself—both husband and wife must face a terrifying truth: Some curses can only be broken by sacrifice. And love may demand a price neither of them is willing to pay.

Valerie Jude was once the beloved daughter of the pack’s greatest warrior, until her father was executed for a crime he swore he never committed. Branded as a traitor’s daughter, she was stripped of her status and forced into slavery within the very pack her father once protected. For eight years, Valerie lived in silence, enduring humiliation, beatings, and hunger in the shadows of the pack house. Stripped of dignity, forced to survive as a slave, she learned one rule: endure, or die. Even her wolf became a secret she could never reveal; because the truth behind her father’s death was more dangerous than she ever imagined. On the eve of the future alpha’s ascension, Valerie stumbles upon a conversation she was never meant to hear. A sick bet. A calculated betrayal. And a truth that shatters her remaining hope. The man she trusted is not her savior, but one of her tormentors. The alpha who ruined her life… is her fated mate. To him, the sacred mate bond is not a blessing, it is a punishment. A humiliation he plans to repay with cruelty, rejection, and destruction. To the others, Valerie is nothing more than a prize to be used and discarded. But fate was never done with her. As three alphas close in on her, each with their own twisted intentions or dark desires, Valerie stands at the edge of something far more dangerous than suffering. The awakening of the wolf she was forced to silence. When the truth behind her father’s execution begins to surface, and her wolf stirs once more, the pack will learn too late: The girl they broke was never weak. And the mate they planned to destroy… Was never meant to kneel.