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FRACTURED BONDS: THE OMEGA WHO BROKE THE ALPHAS

Elowen Miravel thought being a wolfless Omega meant she'd never find a mate. Then three claimed her in one catastrophic year—and all three shattered her. First, High Alpha Thaddeus Ironhart bonded her for her bloodline—the last living Miravel heir whose lands he needed to unite the Northern territories. He marked her in a political ceremony, then locked her away like a broodmare while he ruled with his true love at his side. Second, his twin brother Cassian Ironhart seduced her with pretty lies and heated touches. "You deserve passion, not duty," he whispered. Until she discovered he'd wagered with the pack enforcers—whoever bedded the "frigid Omega" first won gold and bragging rights. Her virginity was a bet he collected on. Third, their sworn enemy Alaric Ravenspur kidnapped her during a territory dispute, intending to use her against the Ironharts. He was kind, patient, made her believe someone could want her for herself. Then she overheard him tell his Beta: "The Omega trusts me. When she testifies against Thaddeus, we'll dismantle the Ironhart dynasty from within." Elowen rejected all three bonds publicly at the Lunar Council, her voice steady even as her heart bled. "I am not land to claim, not flesh to conquer, not a weapon to wield. I reject you. All of you." Now they kneel before her, swearing it was always love. Thaddeus offers his crown. Cassian weeps, claiming the wager was refused. Alaric insists his feelings became real. Elowen feels nothing but the hollow ache where trust used to live. Desperate to escape their obsession, she enters the Crimson Mating Hunt masked and scent-cloaked—a sacred tradition where unmated wolves pursue partners anonymously. No names, no ranks, just primal instinct. Then a scent hits her like lightning: pine smoke, winter rain, ancient magic. Her dormant wolf roars awake for the first time, clawing toward the source. The wolf behind the silver wolf-mask is massive, powerful, terrifyingly focused. On her. Fourth time's the charm? Or the Moon Goddess's cruelest joke yet? Because when masks fall, some truths destroy everything. And this wolf's secret will make her three rejected mates look like mercy.
amandajohn12234 · 183 Views

WORLD AT ZERO

11:42 PM. Mumbai doesn’t fall into chaos. It goes silent. In an instant, sound dies, gravity fractures, and the sky tears open with a violet wound that rewrites reality itself. From that rupture, something new enters the world—not invaders, not aliens, but predators engineered for a planet that no longer follows human rules. Raghav, an ex–special forces breacher trying to survive one last ordinary night, becomes the first witness—and the first hunter. When a biological scout attacks him on a rooftop, he learns the core truth of the new world: this isn’t an apocalypse where you hide and wait. This is a reset. And at zero, only those who adapt survive. As Mumbai collapses vertically—rooftops turning lethal, buildings losing gravity, streets becoming hunting grounds—Raghav is forced into constant motion. Every floor is a trap. Every sound is a signal. Every mistake is permanent. When he finds Aisha, his younger sister, trapped in the chaos, survival stops being personal. It becomes a responsibility. But the rules don’t bend for family. Carrying another life means harder choices, colder decisions, and sacrifices that strip away what little humanity remains. As monsters evolve with terrifying biological logic, daylight reveals something worse: humans. Scavengers. Trappers. “Safe zones” that demand weapons—or women—as entry fees. In the World at Zero, morality has no calorie value. From collapsing towers to underground tunnels that breathe like living veins, World at Zero is a brutal, grounded post-apocalyptic survival saga where: Physics is unreliable Silence is armor Humanity is a liability And survival is a learned skill, paid for in blood This is not a story about saving the world. It’s about learning how to live in the ruins of one— when the reset is permanent, and the hunt has already begun. WORLD AT ZERO Written by: Amit Purty Genre: Dark Fantasy • Survival Status: Ongoing Updates: @yeh_kahani_hai OST: Coming Soon
amitpurty2912 · 5.3k Views

SCARRED LUNA: THE ROGUE KING'S QUEEN

Sable Thorne spent five years as the perfect mate to Corvin Hale, enduring whispers about her wolfless state because he promised her forever. But forever ends the night she discovers him in their bed with her stepsister Ondine—the golden wolf Sable could never be. "You were always just a placeholder," Corvin sneers. "Ondine carries my heir. She'll be my Luna." Before Sable can process the betrayal, she's arrested for stealing sacred moonstone artifacts—a crime orchestrated by Ondine and Sable's stepmother. The pack tribunal is swift: exile as rogue, a death sentence for a wolfless woman. Especially one three months pregnant with Corvin's pup. Fleeing into the Bloodthorn Wastes where exiled rogues hunt in packs, Sable expects death. Instead, a figure in an obsidian mask emerges from the shadows. "Come with me," he commands, voice distorted and deadly. "Become my Luna Queen, and I'll give you everything they took." Calix Mordane. The Rogue King. A ghost story told to frighten pack pups—the exiled Alpha who rules the lawless territories with terrifying efficiency. No one knows his face. Everyone fears his name. He's also Sable's second-chance mate, though the bond feels wrong, twisted, incomplete. As her belly grows and her mysterious wolf finally stirs, Sable discovers devastating truths: her pregnancy triggered her dormant bloodline, she's descended from the extinct Nightborn wolves who could steal others' powers, and Calix wears that mask for a reason that will shatter everything she believes about betrayal. Because some scars run deeper than flesh. And some kings were wolves before they became monsters.
muhammedimusa · 458 Views

Road to be the Best Chess Player in the World!

Author's note: 1. Hey, everyone! I write a new novel as an entry for the WSA 2026 competition! The title is 'I Am the God of Football in the Fantasy World', so please, help me support it by adding the story to your library! Thank you! 2. 150 Power stones: 2 extra chapters! 20 Golden tickets: 4 extra chapters! Gifts: Depending on what kind of gift, I will spread the extra chapters across the weeks. Hey, everyone! Please, help me stay motivated by keep sending me your power stones and golden tickets! There will always be extra chapters when we cross the threshold that I set. Thank you very much! -0- Chess players have no future in Indonesia! That was what Adrian Sheva, a 17-year-old boy from the most crowded district in Jakarta, said to convince himself that delving into the chess world would be a waste of time. He didn't even bat his eyes after getting the system that would help him become the best chess player in the world. No, it is better to work in a food stall and earn money honestly. However, it seems that the people around him disagree. They all see the talent hidden in Sheva - although Sheva himself insists that it all comes from the system - and force him to go deeper into this world. As he accumulates more experiences, playing more tournaments, making new friends, and fighting against new rivals from other countries, and winning some glories for his country, slowly but surely, this game starts to grow on him. Until in the end, he finally looks back at his journey from the bottom, Sheva cannot help but smile and say, "Oh, well... It seems that this game is not as bad as I thought..."
Federixo_01 · 1m Views

CHAINED IN THE MAFIA HELL'S WATCH

I, Nate Cole, Captain of CSI, am damn fucking good at my job. I followed the law, trusted the evidence, and never let anyone distract me… not even the criminals I locked behind bars. Until Adrian Blackwood was forced back into my life, the dark, ruthless, devastatingly handsome Mafia Boss serving a twenty‑year sentence at Hell’s Watch, the city’s most notorious high‑security prison. A fortress built to cage mafia lords, serial offenders, and corrupt officials, and a place where even the guards whispered about inmates who ruled empires from behind steel bars. And he was exactly the kind of man I was raised to despise. “You’re the one who came to me, Nate Cole… what makes you think I’ll cooperate with you or that you can resist me?” His gray eyes smoldered, daring me to look away. I leaned back, meeting his gaze evenly. “Resist you? Please. You’re a bastard behind bars. I don’t do fantasies… and I don’t entertain criminals.” He smirked, stepping closer, voice low and teasing. “Criminals, maybe… but you look like someone who enjoys losing control, and I bet, I can make you beg.” He was the key to a case I couldn’t solve without him, and every glance, every word, every brush of his presence set my pulse racing. His control was intoxicating, and his power is undeniable. “I will break you beautifully, completely, and only into mine,” he whispered, a dangerous promise that shattered every rational thought in my head as the sizzling chemistry and attraction rose between us. I was supposed to stay professional, fucking resist, but some chains weren’t meant to be broken… and some temptations weren’t meant to be denied. Adrian Blackwood was my enemy, and falling for him might have been the most dangerous, most thrilling crime I’d ever committed. I had no idea which one of us was going to survive the darkness… me or him or the fucking world was going to burn.
Anna_Baibe · 475 Views

MY FICTION BECAME MY REALITY

Eren's life on Earth was a cage. No wings to fly. No power to fight. No freedom to roam. His dreams mocked him—impossible, unreachable. So he did the only thing left: he wrote them. He built an entire world in his novel—floating islands, roaring dragons, endless skies, raw magic. Every longing poured into words. He became the god of that story, but he never truly lived it. Until one desperate night. Kneeling before his revered Lord Hanuman, he begged for one final wish. The compassionate Lord answered. Eren opened his eyes in the world he created. Transmigrated. Called a creator. Dreams no longer ink—they breathe, they burn, they wait. But the gift was poisoned. He arrived powerless. No magic. No system. No cheats. Only knowledge of every secret he once wrote—and a body too weak to survive the monsters he designed. In this realm, the weak are eaten alive. Knowing the plot saves nothing—you must seize power, spill blood, break limits. To fly, he must conquer the skies. To fight freely, he must become unbreakable. To live his bucket list, he must rise from nothing—or his own creation will bury him. Dreams demand everything. Will Eren rewrite his fiction into legend… or die chasing the freedom he granted himself? Dive into Eren’s brutal, zero-to-hero grind—where the author becomes the prey, and survival is the ultimate rewrite. My Fiction Became My Reality is a journey of desire, struggle, power, and self-realization. Read the novel exclusively on Webnovel. New chapters every two days. After the contract, daily updates. Read. Imagine. Experience. Because sometimes… fiction fights back. ❤️ keywords Dark but Controlled Mysterious & Strategic Slow-Build Intensity Psychological Depth Epic Foreshadowing Overpowered MC (OP MC) Smart MC / Genius MC Author MC Cold MC Hidden Talent MC Transmigration Reincarnated into my own novel System but restricted Slow power growth Fate changed story Dark Fantasy Serious MC No Harem (or Slow Romance) Strategic Story Epic World Building Reincarnated into his own novel, a restricted genius rewrites fate.
WordCrafterX · 4.7k Views

Saphyra's Shadowed Fate

Blaine was the one person I trusted. The one person who saw me as more than the half-breed the werewolves hated. And still… the night the werewolves dragged me away, it was his voice that gave me up. A hybrid’s life is already a quiet kind of death, but being sold to Alpha Hades was something else entirely. He needed my essence to break the curse eating him alive, and I was supposed to be nothing more than the cure. But from the moment our eyes met, something shifted. Something inside him… and something inside me. He’d never seen me before… yet he looked at me as if he had. And every time he came close, memories I’d spent years trying to bury clawed their way back. Memories of my parents’ blood, the fire, the night everything ended. I told myself to fear him. I told myself he was just another monster. But the instinct between us didn’t care what I wanted. He felt it, too. The pull. The recognition. The hesitation no cursed Alpha should have. And then he said it. The words that ruined the man he thought he was and shattered what was left of my world: “You’re my mate.” The bond should have saved us. Instead, it destroyed everything — his lover, his pack, and the fragile trust I was barely learning to give. War followed. But he was tangled in the worst memory of my life. The blood on his hands… the night my parents died… everything I thought I knew was only half the story. Hades wasn’t the monster I remembered. But he wasn’t innocent either. Loving him meant choosing between the life I finally built, and the bond neither of us could outrun.
sammyefemona · 590 Views