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The bite mark appeared the morning of my eighteenth birthday, a deep, blood-marred wound that hadn't been there the night before. I convinced myself it was the effects of wolfsbane. Another hallucination. But hallucinations don't leave scars that make you feel nothing but desires. They don't make you wake from a nightmare of a frightening man garbed in darkness that leaves you wet between your thighs…… Before the asylum, my life centred on one thing: piano. Playing the piano was my only sanctuary, until the day I shifted in front of everyone for the first time. That's when my world shattered. I didn't just awaken my wolf, I discovered I was a rogue. It was a death sentence for me. My parents, the rulers of the pack, signed the papers that sent me to the Rogue Asylum. They chained me down while orderlies forced wolfsbane down my throat; acidic poison that repressed my wolf. But wolfsbane doesn't just suppress, it corrupts the mind. It made me unstable. It unmoored me from reality. Hallucinations started immediately. I saw men with hollow eyes. Frightening voices that disturbed my mind. I slowly learned to live between what was real and delusions. Then came my eighteenth birthday. That night, I saw myself wedded to Death himself. Felt his cold fingers trace my skin. Felt excruciating pain as he marked me, claiming me as his bride. When I finally crawled back to reality, I assured myself it was another nightmare from the effects of wolfsbane. But when I saw my reflection, the mark was real. And so was the creature, lurking around the shadows watching me. Death had chosen me, and even if I ran to the end of the world, he would come for me. ….. This feels wrong….. I shouldn't be attracted to this abomination of nature. Yet his presence is so overwhelming. “What…..what are you doing?’ “You let a man touch. Make you feel pleasure.” His tone was dry of any emotion. “What I'm doing is taking washing away his scent from you, little wolf.” I started to speak but when the tip of his tongue brushed against the swell of my breast, I couldn't bite back the moan that escaped my lips.

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.

Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder. She was wrong. The worst was yet to come. She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years. The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were rare, nearly extinct. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, and ensure the survival and strength of the next generation. She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return. The hatred was mutual. So what now? Eira made a silent vow. She will make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they will taste it all. But the Alphas had plans of their own. They will use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they will kill her. But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else? Was it too late to regret?

She died then woke up in bed with the woman who killed her... Lilian Mikaelson died at eighteen. Beaten to death on the cold marble floor of the Drayke estate. Her killer? Cassandra Drayke, the cruel heiress she served. Now Lilian is awake. Ten years have passed and she's in a stranger's body, in a future she doesn't recognize and Cassandra is lying next to her, telling her last night was "the most beautiful experience of her life." Lilian runs. But there's nowhere to hide from the truth. She's been reborn as someone else. Someone Cassandra doesn't recognize. Someone Cassandra is desperately, obsessively in love with. Now Lilian has what she never had before; power, beauty and Cassandra's complete devotion. And she's going to use all of it to destroy her. In a world where werewolves rule and humans serve, where past and present collide, Lilian must decide: Will she destroy the woman who represents her worst nightmare? Or forgive the mate who's willing to sacrifice everything for her redemption? Love and revenge can't coexist. Only one will survive.

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] [Detailed Smut] [Strictly for Adults Only] Multiple POV: {1st and 3rd POV} Imprinted on a damn Alpha King!! The most dangerous man in the shifter world was bound to me, talk about a fucking surprise. In the shadows where our kind rules, Alaric Vayne is the untouchable Alpha King of Northlands. A man whose word could start wars or end them. His future was supposed to be flawless to marry Luna Seraphine, unite the territories, cement his throne, and it was all planned, perfect for the shifter clans. Until we met, by accident, when he walked into my territory. Omegas are not supposed to bond to Alphas like him, while Alphas are not supposed to imprint on Omegas, and more so, Alpha Kings? But the moment his eyes met mine, the impossible happened: our wolves recognized each other, and the bond locked into place like a burn I could not escape. I told myself I would reject him, that I had run, hide, let him go back to his Queen-to-be and pretend none of this ever happened. But Alaric, that damn Alpha King, does not give up what is his, and every time he gets close, my resolve unravels. The way he looks at me, hungry, unyielding, makes me forget every reason I should stay away. But the truth is that I am not some fragile Omega. I am a dangerous man keeping secrets that could bring the entire shifter hierarchy to its knees. And Alaric Vayne? He might just be the only man willing to set the world on fire with me. The question is, when the flames come, will we burn together? Or will this bond be the death of us both? Excerpt from Elias' POV “Little Wolf” The moment he spoke, I knew I was in fucking trouble. His voice, deep, rich, threaded with some foreign accent, dragged across my skin like heat and hunger. My wolf snapped awake, ears up, breath caught, and then it rose and howled in pleasure and recognition. I froze, and my pulse slammed into overdrive. My wolf didn’t just react; he bowed, spine arched in submission. I hadn’t given. “ You fucking traitor, “ I pushed the words through my mind link to my wolf. The man stepped closer, filling the room with raw dominance, and was sure of himself. “You’re not from here,” I managed, fighting to keep my voice steady. He smiled slowly and sharply. “Would it matter if I were?” My skin burned and my traitorous wolf was now it its knees, whining like a damn puppy, and the man looked through me and it was not curiosity that I saw in his damn beautiful eyes but a claiming. “You’re an Alpha,” I breathed out in shock and realization that the man who stood before me was the Alpha King. His voice dropped into a sexy growl that was intentional. “More than that.” Then, softly, with something between a promise and a threat: “ I am your Alpha, little wolf.” And just like that, defiance rose in me, and my eyes burned with rage as I was an Omega, born to survive and never to submit, especially to a damn Alpha King.

#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.

Lina Chen hated her boss more than anyone. Kael Wu was strict, snobby, and always piling work on her while criticizing everything she did. But when Lina tripped in his office and accidentally kissed him, something sprouted from his head and something flicked behind him. She had discovered his secret: Kael was a shifter? Furious and scheming, she thought she could use this to get revenge. What she didn’t know was that once a shifter chose a mate, there was no turning back and Kael had already chosen her.

The End of Faith is the Beginning of the System. In 1291 AD, the holy city of Jerusalem burns. As the last bastion of the Crusades falls, Lucien de Mireval, a seventeen-year-old Templar Knight, makes the ultimate sacrifice: charging into a mysterious, world-ending dimensional Rift to protect his collapsing world. He awakens in a future where faith is dead, replaced by The System. A new millennia has come. Lucien finds himself in a high-tech society where magic and technology clash, and where monstrous creatures still pour out of Rifts but now, mankind fights back with Levels, Classes, and Skills. The System, however, doesn't recognize his valor or his faith. Not even his skills: [Name: Lucien de Mireval] [Class: Blacksmith – Apprentice] [Level: 1] Stripped of his weapons, his world, and his true identity, Lucien must navigate a confusing future filled with machines and guns. But a Knight's oath never breaks. He will use his Level 1 Blacksmith class to forge a new path of power, master the System, and reclaim his honor. Can the Last Templar forge a destiny in a world ruled by code?

One man. Darkness shrouds his figure. Only his hands are visible, folded before his lips in a contemplative pose. Perhaps he is thinking, perhaps his mind has drifted into places not meant for ordinary men. Cold puffs of air escape him, the only proof he is alive. But is he truly alive… or simply enduring? He doesn’t move. He sits perfectly still. Controlled, calculated, breathing slow, deep breaths and nothing more. Two windows. Floor-to-ceiling monoliths of glass. Crude in craftsmanship, but peculiar in their presence. The cold air clings to them like a second skin, veiling them in a thin layer of fog. The tall frames do not match but they oppose each other, as if forged by rival hands. Light from beyond seeps in. A pale, cold blue glow, but even that is not enough to pry the shadows away from the man’s silhouette. Three candles. They flicker weakly, fighting the room’s immense darkness. The windows offer nothing but blue emptiness, so the candles shoulder the burden of illumination. Yet the man remains half-hidden, swallowed by shadows that refuse to retreat. Stranger still, the candles do not drip wax. Not a single drop. How long have they been burning? Minutes? Hours? Longer? The man has been here for quite some time. It would be reasonable to assume the candles arrived with him… unless something else sustains them. Four bookshelves. They stand like sentinels in the corners of the room. Before, their shelves held tomes of ordinary knowledge. For each row of books, countless secrets lingered, unseen, untouched. And four times over, the library mocked anyone who was bold enough to approach. A reservoir of wisdom. A bookkeeper's dream. But what knowledge does a book have if its reader does not understand it? Before understanding, must the reader not ask what he intends to do with it? These four bookshelves sit silently, daring any soul brave enough to probe them. Five pages. Spread carefully across the table before him. Not a book, just five pages. What kind of knowledge can hide in so little parchment? Letters and symbols crawl across their surfaces, though I cannot tell if the man is reading them or reciting them like a prayer. Is he memorizing them? Or does he already see through the fogged windows that it is coming? The candles cannot protect him forever. The shelves whisper. They want their brother returned. Now is not the time to seek their secrets. The pages flutter. No wind. No hand. Time is up. A single exhale escapes him, longer and heavier than the last. He knows. I know. And now you know. The eclipse is at hand.

In a world where supernatural creatures are forced to hide behind the scenes, they are forced to stay in the darkness, never revealing themselves to the light of the world. But what if the world itself changed? A world where such creatures didn’t have to hide; instead, they reigned supreme. That is the world Liam Lycann has been thrust into. And as a fellow supernatural creature himself, he is forced out of the darkness and into the light. In a world where monsters rained from the sky, changing the social hierarchy of the world, Liam must survive this apocalypse. He must begin his journey to level up. But can the creature that ascends this new world to be the strongest possibly be a werewolf? Goals: 25 Powerstones = 1 extra chap per week 50 Powerstones = 3 extra chap per week 100 powerstones = 5 extra chap per week Cover made by Shyrlo

(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.

Sisi’s life becomes a nightmare on her birthday when her adoptive father tries to rape her. After she fights back valiantly, he beats her half to death and throws her into a ramshackle shed to rot. She believes she would die alone, until she discovers a wounded wolf cub hiding in the shadows. Drawing on her experience caring for infants, Sisi nurses the injured cub, only to learn he is no ordinary animal but a young wolf beastman named Jojo. When her father discovers Jojo and captures him, he threatens the cub’s life to force Sisi into his bed. Cornered and desperate, Sisi’s dormant faerie powers erupt. On that fateful night, she escapes with Jojo into the depths of the forest, vanishing where no one should be able to follow. Lost and hunted, the human girl and the little wolf beastman cling to each other for survival, until Jojo’s father, an Alpha wolf who had been crowned the new Beast King, finds them. Without warning, he seizes Sisi and declares: “My son has imprinted on you as his mother. You must take responsibility.” “H-How do I take responsibility?” Sisi whispers, terrified of being separated from Jojo. The Beast King pulls her close, his voice low and solemn. “Come with me. I will make you my official mate.” * PS: This story is about found family and motherhood, as well as a true love between a lone wolf and a faerie. Tags: Beastman, werewolf, faerie, slow burn romance, no rape, babyraising, possessive ML.

The proud wolves of the Stone haven pack have always looked down on the Siberian wolves. But when a devastating sickness sweeps through Stone haven, their only hope lies with Elara, a healer from the very pack they scorn. Elara's arrival brings an unexpected complication: she's the fated mate of Lucian, the Stonehaven Alpha. Lucian, consumed by his pack's prejudices, cruelly rejects her. Undeterred, Elara dedicates herself to healing the Stonehaven wolves. In doing so, she uncovers a conspiracy that could shatter both packs. Now, she must prove her strength and earn the respect of the Stonehaven wolves while working closely with the infuriating Lucian. As they fight the sickness and the hidden enemy, their initial animosity gives way to a forbidden desire. Can Elara break down Lucian's walls and unite the packs, or will their love be a casualty of war?

I am a girl. But no one can know that. In Silvermoor, only men fight in the war, but House Ironfang has no more males to give. To prevent my father from sure death in the war, I wore his clothes and disguised myself as a man to take his place in the army. We won, but the enemy has taken me captive. The Demonic Alpha King who marked me as his without knowing what I truly am to punish me for losing him a war. But now, it is more than a punishment as he is now obsessed and hell-bent on seducing me. He tells me it doesn't matter what skin I wear, man or woman, he'll always want me. I hope to the Moon Goddess that it isn't true. Because I will never submit to him.

He was just your average guy—introverted, and barely scraping by. But everything changes when a freak accident takes his life… and he wakes up in the world of Teen Wolf. A world crawling with werewolves, hunters, and things that go bump in the night. Reborn in a universe where monsters are real and secrets can kill, he’ll have to decide: stay in the background, or step into the fray. Disclaimer - I do not own Teen Wolf. If you like this story and want to support me please go to: patreon.com/emperordragon I am 15 chapters ahead of webnovel.

A murdered girl A hidden affair Two wolves with secrets And one human woman caught in the crossfire. When Jane begins to investigate the death of a childhood friend Jenny, she uncovers a trail leading straight into the heart of Maplewood's' darkest secrets and into the arms of two dangerous men. And the killer is closer than she thinks. "Between an Alpha and a Murder" is a steamy, suspense-filled romance story where nothing is as it seems. and love might be the deadliest secret of all.

Two centuries after the Great War, peace between humans and werewolves was finally achieved, or so everyone believes. Werewolves reign like gods, and humans remain blissfully unaware of their true place in the new world order. To maintain this fragile balance, each year, a handful of "lucky" humans are selected from various districts to attend Lunaris Academy, a prestigious institution that promises glory, status, and a chance to mingle with the elite. Those chosen are hailed as the lucky few, destined to marry powerful alphas and rise as luna. This year, Violet Purple is among the chosen, much to everyone's surprise. For an orphaned girl adopted by a disgraced prostitute, this is a golden ticket to a better life or so she's told. But Lunaris Academy isn’t the paradise it’s painted to be. Everything Violet and her fellow humans have been taught is a lie. Humans are far from equal; they're pawns in a much larger game. The academy is nothing but a gilded cage, and the students are lambs led to slaughter, playthings for the alphas to toy with in their ruthless games. To make matters worse, Violet catches the attention of the most dangerous players in this game, the Terror Four: the Alpha of the North, Alpha of the South, Alpha of the East, and Alpha of the West. Each one is more dangerous, more twisted, and more powerful than the last. But even among themselves, the alphas are divided, each with their own deadly ambitions. Yet, they all have their eyes on her. They expect Violet to play along, to fall in line like the others who worship at their feet, to break under their games. But Violet isn’t like the others. She refuses to bow. She’ll defy them all.

Fifteen-year-old Aric thought life as an orphan couldn’t get any harder—until he’s thrown into a hidden world of lycanthropes, dark sorcerers, and vampires. Amid the chaos, a strange and dangerous power stirs within him, one he doesn’t fully understand. Can he survive this supernatural world and uncover the secret of his own mysterious power?

HOW COULD SHE FALL IN LOVE WITH THE MONSTER WHO KILLED HER PARENTS? That's impossible, or was it? Was it even love? Or....revenge? Crazy things do happen in life... *************** "What's that?" I whispered to myself as I felt something moved very fast behind me. It was very dark at night and a dim-lighted lamp was the only source of light I had to see my way home! "Oh my God!! What could that be?" I whispered to myself in terror as it moved again, this time, I felt it getting closer to me. Suddenly, I heard a soft whisper close to my left ear. "She's back and will spare no one". I became more terrified and decided to run. As I was running, I felt that something was running after me, something I couldn't see. Suddenly, my foot hit a stone on the ground and I fell down with a loud thud, shattering the only source of light I had to pieces! And as I was trying slowly to get back to my feet, I was startled by what I perceived in my nostrils. It was as if what was chasing me was right before my face, but yet, I couldn't see it. I could only perceive the smell of warm human blood!

Ethan Vance dies on a distant alien world and wakes up in a Nazi camp in 1940. How did he cross 30,000 years in an instant? Why is his body stronger, faster, and hungrier than anything human? As Ethan wanders through war, ruins, and shadows, he uncovers an impossible truth. Monsters exist: vampires, werewolves, giants, shapeshifters. They react to him with fear or with instinctive obedience. Why? Who was he in Earth’s history? And why do ancient bloodlines carry a fragment of his DNA? Hunted by governments, loved by few, feared by many, Ethan begins a journey to rediscover the monster he once was. !!FAIR WARNING!! R-18 content!! Many Lemons!!