In "Moonlit Rebirth," a secluded town holds a secret: werewolves. Grace Turner, a reclusive herbalist haunted via her beyond, stumbles into this hidden international, coming across a powerful love with Lucas Blackwood, the enigmatic Alpha. As they navigate the complexities in their forbidden love, beyond tragedies and a vengeful ex-mate threaten to rip them aside. Grace should discover her electricity, embrace her genuine self, and claim her vicinity on this mystical international. Will she and Lucas triumph over the odds to find happiness?
The night sun forged a warm, amber glow throughout the dense, ancient, wooded area surrounding the small city of Cedarbrook. Shafts of light penetrated the thick canopy, painting dappled patterns on the wooded area floor, as the rustling leaves whispered secrets best, they knew.
Grace Turner moved silently thru the woods, a wicker basket in a single hand, collecting herbs and plant life with a practiced eye. She moved like a ghost, her footsteps nearly inaudible at the moss-protected ground. Her long auburn hair flowed freely, framing her faded face and expressive inexperienced eyes. She wore a faded sundress and a pair of worn boots, nicely ideal for her solitary excursions into the woods.
Grace's heartache and solitude had led her to these woods, an area in which she could lose herself a few of the tall timber and babbling brooks, a place where she could escape the memory of that fateful night. She was living in Cedarbrook for almost a year, and the town's curious whispers had already faded, changed via the popularity of her unusual existence because the city's herbalist.
In her peaceful solitude, Grace reveled in her capacity to locate solace the various quiet sounds of nature. The calming heady scent of the woodland, the gentle chirping of birds, and the remote, flowing water were her regular partners.
As she bent to pluck a twig of a rare moonflower, her arms brushed against the sensitive petals, and a sense of tranquility washed over her. These moments in the woodland had been her break out, a quick respite from the painful reminiscences that plagued her desires.
But at the present time might be distinctive.
The remote howling of wolves pierced the stillness, and Grace iced up in region, her heart quickening. It wasn't uncommon to listen the occasional howl in Cedarbrook; it become nestled in a place acknowledged for its wild, untamed nature. Yet, this howling turned into extraordinary, extra frenzied, as though the wolves were agitated.
Grace glanced round nervously, her senses on excessive alert. She had heard the testimonies about the creatures lurking in these woods, stories passed down thru generations. They said that supernatural beings lived inside the forest, and as her palms gripped the cope with of her wicker basket, she couldn't assist but marvel if there is probably some truth to the one's stories.
The howling grew nearer, and her instincts screamed at her to return domestic. She turned to make her way again to the city, but a rustling in the underbrush stopped her in her tracks. Tension flooded her frame as she felt the presence of something, or someone, looking her.
With bated breath, Grace slowly grew to become, her eyes scanning the shadows. In that second, the woodland regarded to hold its breath, awaiting something to occur. And then, like a specter rising from the darkness, a discern stepped into view.
A tall, dark-haired guy stood earlier than her, his piercing blue eyes locked onto her. His look changed into disheveled, and his apparel, a torn and tattered mess, bore witness to some current ordeal. He looked at Grace with a combination of caution and desperation.
"Please," he implored, his voice slightly above a whisper. "You have to assist me."
Grace felt her coronary heart racing, no longer handiest from worry however from the shock of encountering another individual in this faraway part of the forest. "Who are you?" she stammered, her voice trembling.
He took a cautious step nearer. "My name is Lucas Blackwood, I need your help, It's a matter of life and death."
Lucas's eyes held a haunted first-class, and despite the concern coursing thru her, Grace sensed a vulnerability underneath the floor. She realized he was not the source of the howling however, as an alternative, a sufferer of it.
"I... I do not know if I can assist," Grace spoke back, her eyes darting to the approaching sounds of the frenzied wolves. "You need to include me again to metropolis."
Lucas shook his head "There's no time, they're coming for me, and they won't forestall until they discover me."
Grace hesitated, torn among the stranger's plea and her own instincts for self-preservation. But her compassionate nature gained out, and she or he beckoned for Lucas to follow her. "Come with me, then. I recognize a place deep inside the woods in which we are able to hide."
With that, she turned and darted off the direction, Lucas following intently at the back of. Grace led him to a hidden cave, concealed in the back of thick vines and overgrown brush. It was an area she had determined at some stage in her wanderings and had kept secret from the townsfolk.
As they entered the cave, the howling of the wolves grew louder, and Grace's pulse quickened. She could listen the frenzied snarls and growls, making her wonder what ought to have sent them into such a rage.
Lucas huddled within the shadows, his respiratory ragged. "Thank you," he whispered, his gaze locked onto Grace.
She nodded in reaction, unable to tear her eyes far from his. It became as if a connection had shaped between them, cast in the chaos of this perilous stumble upon.
The minutes stretched on, the anxiety inside the cave palpable. The sounds of the wolves drew nearer, and Grace clung to her wicker basket, taking into consideration the usage of it as a makeshift weapon if the need arose.
Then, as all of sudden as it had all started, the howling receded. Grace and Lucas exchanged a perplexed glance, but it turned into clean that their newfound safety was tenuous at high-quality.
"You should depart," Grace entreated, her voice trembling. "I do not know what's taking place obtainable, but it's now not safe."
Lucas hesitated, his eyes reflecting gratitude and an unstated longing. "I'll pass," he said softly. "But I'll be back, Grace Turner. There's a great deal extra to this woodland than you may ever believe."
With that enigmatic promise, Lucas Blackwood slipped away, disappearing into the woodland, leaving Grace by myself inside the cave, her coronary heart racing, and her mind packed with questions on the enigmatic stranger and the mysteries that lurked inside the moonlit woods.
In a world in which darkness and light exist side by side, Evelyn, a young and compassionate girl, embarks on an area experience to the highest security Prison. Unbeknownst to her, this jail holds Caleb, a notorious rogue answerable for the deaths of many pack park members. Caleb, once the embodiment of violence and darkness, is now burdened by remorse. As destiny brings them together, Evelyn's kindness and Caleb's craving for redemption begin to resolve a complicated narrative of 2nd chances, forgiveness, and the surprising resources of desire.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."