A detective with a unique ability to sense supernatural beings is tasked with solving a series of murders in a city plagued by a hidden werewolf population. As they delve deeper, they uncover a sinister conspiracy.
Ana Davis had always been able to sense the supernatural. It wasn't something she advertised, for fear of sounding like a lunatic, but it had always been there, lurking just beneath the surface of her reality. It was as if she had a sixth sense that tingled whenever something otherworldly brushed against the mundane.
The city of Crescent Hollow, where Ana had spent her entire life, was a place where the supernatural seemed to thrive in the shadows. It was a city of contrasts, with gleaming skyscrapers towering over ancient cobblestone streets. Beneath its modern façade, Crescent Hollow held secrets that only a select few could see.
Ana was one of those few.
On a chilly autumn evening, Ana sat at her cluttered desk in the dimly lit office of the Crescent Hollow Police Department's Special Investigations Unit. She was a detective, but not like any other on the force. Her desk was stacked high with files of unsolved cases, most of which had something inexplicable about them. She was the go-to person when the cases got weird, and in Crescent Hollow, that was more often than not.
Tonight, her phone rang, jolting her from her thoughts. She picked it up, her voice crisp and professional. "Detective Ana Davis."
"Ana, it's Captain Ramirez," came the voice on the other end. "We've got a new case for you, and it's a real puzzler."
Ana leaned forward, her interest piqued. "I'm all ears, Captain."
"It's a series of murders," Ramirez explained. "Three victims in the past two weeks, all found mutilated in an alley near the old textile factory."
Ana's gut twisted. She knew that area well; it was a hotspot for supernatural activity. "Any leads?"
"That's the strange part," Ramirez continued. "No witnesses, no security camera footage, nothing. It's like the victims vanished into thin air, and the crime scenes... well, they're bizarre. Almost ritualistic."
Ana's sixth sense tingled. Ritualistic murders were a sure sign of something supernatural at play. "I'll head over there right away."
As Ana arrived at the crime scene, she was struck by the eerie silence that hung in the air. The full moon bathed the cobblestone alley in a pale, ghostly light. She could hear the distant sounds of sirens, but they felt far away, as if the world had slowed down to a crawl.
The bodies were arranged in a peculiar manner, limbs spread in an unnatural fashion. Symbols were carved into their flesh, symbols that sent shivers down Ana's spine. She recognized them from her studies of the occult.
But what disturbed her most were the claw marks on the ground, impossibly large and deep. She knelt to examine them, her gloved fingers tracing the grooves. The hairs on her arms stood on end as she realized what had made them.
"Werewolf," she whispered to herself.
As Ana began to investigate further, she noticed the faintest traces of a scent in the air, something wild and primal. Her supernatural senses kicked in, and she followed the scent through the maze-like alleyways, her heart pounding with every step.
Eventually, the scent led her to a decrepit building at the edge of the city. The door creaked open under her touch, and she stepped inside, her flashlight cutting through the darkness.
There, in the moonlit shadows, she saw him-an imposing figure, hunched over a gruesome altar adorned with bones and blood. He turned to face her, his eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger.
Ana's heart raced as she recognized the face of the man before her. It was Detective Jameson, a colleague from the force.
"Ana," he hissed, his voice a guttural growl. "You shouldn't have followed me."
Realization hit her like a freight train. Jameson was the werewolf, the one behind the brutal murders. But how had he hidden it so well?
Before she could react, he lunged at her with inhuman speed, and they tumbled to the floor in a frenzied struggle. Ana fought with all her strength, her training, and her uncanny senses. It was a battle of supernatural versus supernatural.
As the moonlight streamed through a shattered window, Ana's instincts took over. She grabbed a shard of glass and, with a swift, precise motion, plunged it into Jameson's heart. He let out a pained howl, reverting to his human form before collapsing.
The room seemed to grow darker as Ana caught her breath. She had solved the case, but the questions remained. How had Jameson become a werewolf? And what sinister conspiracy had led him down this path?
Little did Ana know that her journey into the hidden world of Crescent Hollow had only just begun, and the secrets she would uncover would challenge everything she thought she knew about the city and herself.
"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
She was hurt. She was bullied and made fun of. And the only hope that kept her going was finding her mate. She has always been weak. Weak to the world. Why? Because she was a lantern. She didn't have a wolf. That's what everyone thought about her. When she found her mate, he wanted her to be his slut and not a wife. She might be an omega, but it doesn't mean she will take disloyalty and betrayal lightly. So she did something that no one in history ever did. She rejected an Alpha. "I, Alexis Clark, reject Brandon Sterling, the alpha of Black mist pack, and consider myself a free soul until I decide so."; Were her last words before she left that torturous place and became a rogue. A rogue that everyone was fearing and finding. Why? Because she was the rogue that has become one of the biggest problems of almost all the packs in the country. She was Alexis Clark. A rogue that rejected an Alpha, stealth food, kill other rogues, and more than that was living with humans and studying with them. What will happen when her case is given to the world's most dangerous alpha, Sebastian Sinclair, who has taken it upon himself to punish this rogue. The one who hated rogues and omega to a level that was beyond understanding. Why? Because his mate was an omega, who betrayed him with a rogue before dying. How will Alexis tackle this alpha, in whose College she was studying and living under hiding for almost a year? What will Sebastian do when he finds out the new girl he had been talking to is none other than the rogue omega that he had decided to kill? "To love you with all my might was my only wish, but you were the only one who gave me endless suffering. So today, I promise myself to not fall for anyone."; A simple saying that both Alexis and Sebastian had vowed upon. Will they be able to find their love amidst all these problems?
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?