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SHATTERED WOLF, RISING PHOENIX: When the Omega He Destroyed Returns

"You're a stain on my legacy. I, Caspian Blackthorn, reject you as my mate and future Luna." The words burn through Aria Emberly's soul as hundreds of wolves witness her humiliation at the Blood Moon Bonding—the sacred ritual where fated mates are revealed. Cast out and broken, Aria stumbles into the Burning Wastes, where rejected mates go to perish and forgotten magic consumes the weak. But death doesn't claim her. Instead, she ignites. A dormant bloodline awakens—the Phoenix Lineage, an ancient race of fire-wielders who existed before shifters, who created the first wolves from ash and flame. The rejection mark scorching her skin transforms into wings of eternal fire. And the moment Aria's power erupts, Alpha Caspian's world begins to crumble. His pack weakens. His strength drains. His wolf howls in agony, recognizing too late that rejecting a Phoenix Heir wasn't just breaking a bond—it was triggering a blood curse that will destroy everything he built. When Caspian comes crawling back, desperate to reverse his mistake, Aria has already captured the devotion of someone else: Zephyr Stormfang, the mysterious rogue Alpha who kneels before her and calls her what Caspian never did—Empress. Now Caspian must watch the omega he destroyed rise as the most dangerous force their world has ever known, while the curse slowly devours his legacy. The ancient prophecy was clear: When a Phoenix is betrayed by wolves, she will rise from their ashes, and kingdoms will burn. Aria Emberly was never just a rejected mate. She was always the fire—and Caspian just gave her a reason to burn.
annieidibia2 · 0 Views

Glitch in the Mafia's Love Story.

Maeve Thompson got an acceptance letter for a live-in maid job she never applied for. The pay was insane—enough to clear her debts and then some—so she figured the universe was finally throwing her a bone. She packed a bag, hopped on the bus, and showed up at the address. The gate alone made her stomach drop. Black iron wrought like thorns. Marble driveway stretching forever. The name on the plaque: Moretti Estate. Exactly like the over-the-top mafia mansion from that trashy romance novel she’d been roasting online for weeks. She laughed it off at first. Coincidence. Weird branding. Then she pulled the letter out again to double-check the details. Handwritten envelope. No company logo. Just her name in sharp black ink. Inside, one single line: “You said you could write a better story. Then write it.” Signed: the author’s pen name...Isabella Rossi the same one Maeve had been dragging in every snarky comment section. Before she could turn and run, the gates clanged shut behind her. Now she’s inside Bound by the Blade, dressed in the maid uniform, holding a bucket, watching Dante Moretti and Isabella Rossi glide past with those stupid golden spotlights haloing their heads like they’re the only characters who matter. Everyone else is background. Disposable. And Maeve? She’s the snarky extra who was never supposed to last past chapter ten. She knows how this book ends for people like her: stray bullet, poisoned tea, convenient “accident” to raise the stakes for the main couple. The writer’s challenge hangs over her like a guillotine. Fix the story. Rewrite the clichés. Survive the plot.
Bubble_GuM · 810 Views

NIGHTS OF HALLOW

~•No Escape•~ "Are you running away from me, my sweet girl" spoke a voice in the hallway that made her stop in her tracks. The hallway had turned dark with only the wall lamps that burned brightly casting the shadow of the man on the floor as he slowly emerged from the other end. "What are you doing here, your majesty," She said and bowed immediately as she saw him approach her with slow but steady steps. "You haven't answered me, sweet" The man said with a sweet smile that made her wary and he heard the way her heart skipped a beat. He stood before her and used his index finger to raise her chin. He tilted his head as he gazed into her green eyes that looked back at him with fear. He took a step forward closing the distance between them and his eyes narrowed when she took a step back, but that didn't stop him from cornering her. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He continued to question and she didn't miss the mockery behind his words. "I…I" she felt her words tied to her tongue because of the man's daunting aura. She felt him trace her forehead with his finger down to her jaw. He continued moving his hand down to her neck and to the top of her swell and her thudding heart hitched when his hand continued to stay there. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He bent towards her as he spoke. His breath fell on her neck which sent a jolt that traveled down her body. "I told you, you're tied to me and me to you" _______________________ Perdita Kartar was a winsome yet strange young lady. She had an appealing beauty with her green eyes that invoked and impelled anyone who gazed into them. She had fooled her villagers so she could live and protect herself and her remaining family from the night creatures and also humans. But what was bizarre of all, was that Perdita had a secret she shared with no one. She had lived in the village since she was little, and over the years, she had been discreet with each move she made. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she planned. Despite her cautious decorum and fight to stay out of sight, a pair of glacial red eyes falls on her, which followed and refused to leave her out of sight.
Amzy_Bella · 1m Views

CROWNED IN CRIMSON

The night at the Lockwood estate was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of a hundred years. I stood on the balcony, the music from the ballroom fading into a haunting hum, and for a moment, the world felt still. Then, the air changed. Silas stepped out of the shadows, his presence a cooling balm to the fever of the evening. When he looked at me, it wasn’t just my face he saw—it was my soul, the broken parts I had tried so hard to hide. He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, hesitant, as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to wake from. "You look like a memory," he whispered, his emerald eyes bright with a sorrow that mirrored my own. "But you feel like the future. I’ve spent a century in the dark, Lyra, just waiting for a light I didn't believe existed until I saw you." His touch was a soft frost, a promise of protection, a love that wanted to mend the cracks in my heart. For a heartbeat, I believed in miracles. I believed I could be more than the girl who survived the bridge. But then, a shadow cut through the moonlight. Jax was leaning against the stone railing, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a smirk that felt like a blade. He didn't look at me with reverence; he looked at me with a hunger that made my blood sing in terror and desire. He stepped into my space, displacing the peace Silas had brought, smelling of woodsmoke and a dangerous, beautiful ruin. "Don't listen to him, little bird," Jax drawled, his blue eyes raking over me with a lethal intensity. "He wants to worship you in a cathedral of lies. I want to show you the truth. My brother loves the saint he thinks you are. I love the chaos I know is hidden beneath that pretty skin." He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear, a stark contrast to Silas’s chill. "He’ll catch your fall, Lyra. But I’m the one who will teach you how to fly in the dark." I stood between them—the moon and the storm. One offered a sanctuary built on secrets; the other offered a throne built on blood. And as I looked from the emerald gaze of the man who wanted to save me to the icy stare of the man who wanted to claim me, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn't just look like the woman who destroyed them. I was the spark that would finally set their world on fire. In the shadow of Mystic Ridge, the hunt for a heart has begun. One love will crown her. The other will bleed her dry.
Lolochou · 5.2k Views

Idols Under the Lights [Alpha, Beta, Omega]

Over a hundred hopefuls step onto the same dazzling stage, each chasing the impossible dream of becoming an idol. Among them are Ren and Alex — two Betas determined to rise in a world that favors Alphas and Omegas. But Ren is not who he appears to be. Secretly an Omega, he hides his true identity, refusing to accept that his second gender should limit his future. He believes that even an Omega can stand at the pinnacle — if he is brave enough to fight for it. Alex, on the other hand, is a Beta hardened by a lifetime of rejection. Overlooked, underestimated, and pushed aside, he has learned to hide his pain behind a calm smile. Yet beneath it lies a burning desire to prove his worth. When the auditions turn into a ruthless survival show, rivalries ignite, alliances form, and emotions run high. Ren finds himself drawn to Kai — his hot-headed, unpredictable roommate who makes his heart race despite his best efforts to stay distant. Meanwhile, Alex begins to soften around Rei, the quiet but perceptive trainee who sees through his walls… even though Rei hides his own growing feelings. Things grow even more complicated when Kai becomes the first person to discover Ren’s secret — and chooses to protect him in silence rather than expose him. Under blinding lights and cutthroat competition, dreams, identities, and love collide. When Ren’s truth finally comes to light, will it destroy everything he’s built… or bind them together more tightly than ever? On this stage where only the strongest survive, will they rise — or fall?
FictionalWriter456 · 10.7k Views

BOUND TO THE SHADOW KING

Elara’s greatest shame is also her only power. In a dying human village, she hides as a simple herb-witch, secretly using slivers of her forbidden Siphon ability to drain the magical blight poisoning the land—and feeling the monstrous hunger it leaves behind. She is an abomination, hated by both humans and Fae, and exposure means death. When the arrogant and devastatingly powerful Shadow King, Kaelen, arrives to offer a cure for the blight, the price is not gold or land. It is her. A political marriage to secure a fragile alliance. To save her people, Elara agrees, trading her crumbling home for a gilded cage in the treacherous Fae court. Kaelen is lethally beautiful, colder than the shadows he commands, and certain the blight is a human weapon. He takes Elara as his bride not for love, but as a political pawn and a suspect to be broken. Every touch is a threat, every glance a calculated search for her secrets. Trapped in a world of lethal beauty and ancient schemes, Elara must navigate courtly daggers and her husband's icy suspicion while keeping the ravenous power within her firmly locked away. But the blight is not what it seems. As a true, ancient evil stirs, leaving a trail of corpses and corrupted magic, Elara and Kaelen are thrown into a reluctant partnership. The lines between enemy and ally, suspicion and desire, begin to blur. His darkness calls to her hunger, and one kiss could shatter her control, revealing the terrifying truth. As war looms and a conspiracy reaches the throne itself, Elara must make a choice: remain the hidden pawn, or embrace the monstrous power that could save the King who holds her captive—and destroy the fragile bond growing between them.
Mzey · 8.9k Views