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A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

This story is about love, revenge, the quest for power, and the right to exist. After being betrayed by his childhood crush and losing his loved ones to a human raid, Erik, a werewolf, ends up on another planet for seven years before he returns to a vastly changed, post-apocalyptic Earth. Originally a timid, unadventurous man, Erik has become far more dominant and assertive upon his return. Together with him comes his beloved but ruthless soul-bound partner and fairy, Elora, who wants Erik to rule and conquer with her by his side. Elora's presence alone makes Erik more powerful than others at this level, but will he find out what else makes him special? Follow them as they use the knowledge and strength they gained on Söl to navigate an Earth filled with magic, vampires, shapeshifters, and more. Along the way, Erik and Elora will meet a diverse cast of characters, some of whom Erik might have known in the past, and some he did not, but all with their own story and desires. Will Erik be able to take revenge for the betrayals of the past? And what else will he discover along the way? ****** Disclaimer: There will be some R18 scenes, but most of the time, they will be a part of character development and not simply smut. In other words, if you decide to skip them, you'll likely miss out on some character development, but I promise to keep plot development out of it. No NTR No Yuri (there might be interactions between girls when there is a scene with the MC and more than one woman, though the MC will always be the focus. To be clear, yuri means a romantic/physical relationship between two women, meaning no two women will ever have sexual interactions with each other without the MC present. That said, Elora enjoys serving women up to him on a platter, and watching him have sex with them. She enjoys dominating, observing. and playing with the other women in the MC's harem together with him, and thus will occasionally join him in such a way. I don't believe any of that is technically yuri, but I understand that my interpretation is debatable and if any of those things weird you out, I advice you to avoid this novel.)
FrostyPaws · 1.1m Views

THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION

She ran from the supernatural world. Too bad her fated mate rules it. At nineteen, Evelessa transfers to a prestigious university, desperate for a fresh start... New state, New school, New life. But she never expected to see him again. The Hockey god. The Billionaire Heir. The Supernatural King who once played with her in the shadows as a child, only to vanish without a trace when she turned thirteen. Now, he's back. The moment she steps on campus, he corners her. Claims her. Marks her. Because she is his mate. Evelessa is fierce, curvy, and unapologetically bold. Her Two elder brothers guard her like a treasure, and her father, once an Omega, now a college professor hiding among humans, has forbidden any connection to the supernatural world that stole his wife. He has spent years hiding his family among humans. All because of the Vampire King, the monster who murdered Evelessa’s mother and shattered their lives, swearing to return for Evelessa when the time was right. Now, she’s being hunted again. Evelessa is a dancer with fire in her bones, determined to push her fated mate away, especially knowing her Father and overprotective brothers would never approve. But Cassian is done hiding. Done pretending he doesn’t crave her. Her mate? The King of The Supernatural World. And he will burn the world before letting anyone else touch what fate has made his. She wanted escape. Instead, she walked straight into the arms of her greatest obsession.
Lizzy_Fash_0989 · 1.6k Views

Contract Marriage: The Lycan Queen's Tempting Fate [GL]

“No… I won't.” “Oh, petal, I wasn't asking. You WILL marry me.” **** Dr. Kiyomi, a neurosurgeon rogue lycan, lives in & never leaves the human hospital— the safest place for her. That’s until a high-profile mafia surgery goes wrong and she’s blamed for it despite being on leave. Suddenly the limelight is on her, forcing her rare last name back into the memories of people who have long wanted her dead — the Bogdan Lycans. As if that isn't enough, the Ivanov Russian mob is after her with vengeance in their hearts. Scared, Kiyomi leaves the hospital pretending to be a night-shift male nurse — which works, only for her to be kidnapped at the hospital’s entrance, by the cruel lycan queen’s guards who drag her to the queen Sakura’s human home. — — — Sakura Watanabe; the soulless crazy queen known to screw up everyone for fun. She ruins everything she touches and sucks the life out of everyone around her. She is bad, cruel, and a menace who does whatever she wants, however, and whenever she wants it. When she hears of Dr. Kiyomi’s misfortunes, she is curious to see what will make that lycan break, and orders that Kiyomi be brought to her, so she can sign the infamous Sakura contract that always leaves the signee dead, dead and dead. What Sakura doesn't factor in is the fact that the woman who walks through her door is her soulmate. And even worse is the desire she gets to protect Kiyomi. Not one to relent in the hands of fate, Sakura forces Kiyomi to sign the oppressive contract. What happens when Sakura's heart starts beating for Kiyomi, and she goes after everyone who hurt her soulmate? Will she cancel the contract and embrace love, or will she stay the stoic soulless queen with nothing to live for? And even better, how long can Sakura fight fate?
she_osprey · 1m Views

TheMoonChild

When Nahla Calder crashes on a forbidden border road, she becomes prey to a rogue wolf. Saved by a powerful Alpha who should be her enemy, she's thrust into a brewing war between humans and wolves. The world thinks she's been kidnapped. The Alpha knows she's marked for death. And neither of them can resist the dangerous pull growing between them. “The human girl lay half-conscious on the forest floor. Blood soaked her thigh. Mud streaked her caramel skin. Her curls were tangled with leaves and broken twigs, spilling wildly around her like a dark halo. One hazelnut eye was open, unfocused, reflecting the faint shine of moonlight. She clutched a broken branch in her shaking hands as though she still intended to fight. Even dying, she held her ground. Riven stepped closer, slow and deliberate, letting his shadow fall over her. Her half-lidded gaze snapped up, sharpening for a brief moment. Defiance flickered there, even through the pain. The branch swung weakly at him. "Stay back," she rasped. "I swear to God, I'll kill you." Her voice was raw. Small. But the threat was real. Something stirred beneath his ribs. Not the mate-bond. Not exactly. But a pull. A whisper. A spark of recognition from the old magic that lived in all wolves. Riven ignored it. Humans were not to be touched. Not to be trusted. Not to be protected. But the rogue's bite mark on her leg made something inside him snarl. He crouched beside her. Her fear scent hit him again. Not city-smog fear. Not hatred. Something else. Something unbearably human. "You are hurt," he said, voice low. She flinched like the sound itself cut her. Her hazelnut eyes widened. She tried to crawl back, couldn't. "Don't," she whispered. "Please... don't..." Riven realized she was begging. Begging him not to kill her. His chest tightened with something unpleasant and foreign. He reached for her. She swung the branch again, weaker this time. Her breath hitched, a sob breaking free. Riven caught her wrist gently. Her skin was soft. Warm. Smooth in a way he did not expect. He had never touched a human before. Never been close enough to see their eyes, their fear, their trembling hands. Never been close enough to smell anything but their anger. He had not expected... this. Vanilla and warm earth. Not poison. Not hatred. "You will die if you stay here," he said. She stared at him, eyes glassy, lips trembling. "Better than being eaten," she whispered. He felt it then. Just for a moment. A tug. A faint thrum under his sternum, like a drumbeat that was not his own. The bond. Flickering like a spark in the dark. He crushed it instantly. No. Not a human. The moon would not curse him like that. Riven slid his arms beneath her. She clawed weakly at him, her fingers scraping his jaw. "Let me go," she cried. "Please... let me go..." "Enough." His voice hardened. "You cannot walk." "I don't want a wolf touching me." The words hit him harder than they should have. "Too late," he said quietly.
urfriendforever · 1.8k Views

Alpha’s Daughter: Bound To The Enemy And Marked For Sacrifice

“You want me back now, Ethan?” I laughed softly, though it sounded nothing like joy. “After your pack chained me, called me a spy, and nearly executed me? After you marked me by deceit, caged me, treated me like a slave, made me believe I was nothing—and after you almost killed me for your sacrifice?” My voice broke for a heartbeat before hardening again. “I gave you everything, Ethan—my loyalty, my trust, my heart—and what did I get in return? A dagger through it.” His eyes glistened, his voice cracking. “Soraya, please… let me make it right.” The wind shifted. The Moon’s light brushed my face like a cold touch, painting silver over the tears I refused to let fall—its glow crowning me in quiet defiance. “You can’t fix what you destroyed,” I said, my voice steady now, sharp as the edge of a blade. “You wanted to own me, Ethan. But the tide has turned.” I stepped closer, and the earth seemed to tremble beneath my bare feet. The air thickened, my power humming through it like a storm waiting to break. “I belong to no one,” I whispered— and the night bowed to my voice. Silver flames erupted, curling and dancing across my skin like living fire. It wasn’t pain—it was power, pure and ancient, claiming me as its vessel. My eyes burned with silver light, bright enough to cut through the darkness. Ethan stumbled back, his breath hitching as the weight of my power pressed against him. Slowly, his head lowered—not out of command, but from something deeper. Reverence. Guilt. Surrender. The Alpha bowed to the force he could no longer control—to the woman he could never again break. --- Once, Soraya believed in love. Once, she thought Ethan Vander—billionaire CEO and cursed heir of the Silverfang Pack—was her destiny. But love became a cage, and destiny became a curse. Ethan was born with a curse: any wolf who bonded with him was doomed to die. Yet his father, desperate to end the curse, demanded a sacrifice—his mate’s life in exchange for the curse. The blade was already chosen. Soraya had already been marked. On the night of their bonding, fate revealed its cruel truth. The Moon priestess exposed Soraya’s hidden blood—she was wolf-born, the Alpha’s daughter of Blackwood, the pack that once hunted her from birth for carrying the mark of the moon which they called a curse,and also a rival pack to Silverfang. Branded a spy, she was claimed as Ethan’s prisoner… and there, she discovered the final cruelty: She was carrying his child. But when the Moon finally answered her call, Soraya awakened. Her power rose like silver flame, divine, ancient and unstoppable. The gift once called a curse became her crown. Now, both Blackwood and Silverfang want her—one to tame her, the other to claim her. But Soraya belongs to no one. And neither Silverfang nor Blackwood was ready for what Soraya became. --- Soraya’s journey is not just one of survival, but of awakening—of a woman who refuses to be broken, of a wolf who will not be caged. This is a story of betrayal and curses, but also of love, sacrifice, and the fire of a mother who will protect her child at any cost. --- Reader’s Note: This book contains mature themes, including intense romance and occasional erotic scenes. Reader discretion is advised. If you’re ready to step into a world of forbidden love, blood oaths, and a heroine who will rise from exile to shake the foundations of two rival packs—then welcome to Alpha’s Daughter.
King_Cherry_01 · 110.9k Views

A TALE OF TWILIGHT: The Dawn Of The Dark Ages

MATT GARRETT believes he is a uniquely gifted human bodyguard, haunted by the unsolved murder of his human parents. He accepts a lucrative, unsettling job from the reclusive billionaire ARNE ANTON: protect his daughter, YVONNE, at their remote castle. Matt’s abilities—preternatural agility, rapid healing, and a scent-masking balm—make him perfect for the job, but he is baffled by Arne’s deference toward a mere “human.” YVONNE ARNE, a pureblood vampire princess, is furious at her father for assigning a bodyguard, viewing MATT as an insult and a prison warden. Their relationship begins in hostile, charged tension. After a suspicious car accident that kills their driver, Matt’s doubts grow, while Yvonne is unnerved by his calm prowess and the inexplicable fear he triggers in her. As Arne subtly engineers scenarios that force Yvonne and Matt into close proximity, a fraught, forbidden attraction ignites between them. During an attack by rogue werewolves, Matt is severely injured but heals visibly under moonlight—a fact Yvonne cannot ignore. Driven by suspicion, she investigates her late mother Valerie’s hidden journals and uncovers fragments of an ancient prophecy: the Trident of Asmodius, an artifact that can shatter the barrier between worlds and bring about a permanent dark age, can only be awakened by the union of a vampire pureblood and the last descendant of the lost Harkma werewolf tribe. Horrified, Yvonne pieces together the full truth from her mother’s final entries: Arne, power-starved and obsessed, once tried to force Valerie to bear a child with a Harkma descendant he had under his control. She refused, believing it would doom the world. Arne had her killed and orchestrated the murder of Matt’s human parents to hide and control the Harkma heir—Matt himself. Now, Arne is manipulating his daughter and her bodyguard to fulfill the prophecy he couldn’t with his wife. Confronted with this revelation, Matt’s world shatters. The memories of his parents’ death now feature a shadowy figure with Arne’s storm-gray eyes. He and Yvonne forge a fragile alliance, no longer guardian and charge, but partners targeted by the same monster. Their rebellion triggers Arne’s endgame. He corners them at a hidden supernatural gathering and publicly reveals the prophecy, demanding Yvonne choose: willingly unite with Matt to unlock the Trident and rule the new world at his side, or watch Matt be executed. Cornered and under a full moon, Matt’s latent Harkma heritage finally erupts in a terrifying first transformation into a powerful, winged werewolf. A climactic battle ensues. Yvonne and Matt fight not to defeat the centuries-old Ventrue king—an impossible task—but to sabotage the ritual. Using Matt’s raw, newfound power and Yvonne’s vampire speed, they cause a cavern collapse, seemingly burying the Trident and escaping with their lives. In the aftermath, Arne survives, his plan delayed but his ambition undimmed. Matt, now fully aware of his monstrous heritage, must learn to control it. Yvonne is a traitor to her own kind. As outcasts and lovers, they go into hiding, their bond forged in betrayal and blood. They vow to stay one step ahead of the king, protect the world from the Trident, and unravel the remaining mysteries of their past. The game has changed, but the war for the world’s fate has just begun.
King_Gee_4347 · 798 Views

Claimed by the vampire prince

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.
Blessing_Nwodo_16 · 231.4k Views