Her: Magdalena had lived her life as a slave within the Crimson Moon Pack. Invisible. Unwanted. Bound to the whims of others. That existence, pitiful as it was, ended the day she was sold. Not for her worth, but as a mere substitute for the Beta's daughter. Traded like livestock, bartered away to the Shadow Fang Pack. She had believed leaving would mean freedom. It did not. It was a sentence. A sentence to a fate far darker than she had ever imagined. The moment her feet crossed into Alpha Darius's lands, A new weight settled upon her shoulders, Heavy as iron shackles. And then came his words, cold and cutting, sharper than any sword. "You shall suffer for your mother's sins. For the blood she spilled, my mother's blood. You will plead for mercy, but I shall show you none." She knew nothing of the crimes her supposed mother had committed. Yet to him, guilt was not bound to deeds, but to blood. And punishment was not justice, it was vengeance. Now, bound by force in marriage to the most merciless Alpha to ever walk the earth, Magdalena must endure a life forged from another's sins. Her only crime was being the daughter of a woman she never truly knew. Him: The moon held dominion over many. Shapeshifters who roamed as wolves under its pale gaze, Lycan beasts born of blood and fury, And witches who drew ancient power from its ever-changing face. But what became of a soul who bore all three legacies? A harbinger. The living prophecy of doom. Whispers in the dark spoke of one destined to destroy the ancient orders, to end the reign of power-hungry kings, beasts, and seers alike. He was raised in shadows, His lineage concealed, His might hidden from the eyes of the world. He could have ruled, Could have conquered, And all would have trembled at his name. But he chose silence. Until word reached him. His mate, carrying his unborn heir, was in peril. In that moment, he forsook all laws, Shattered every vow of restraint, And unleashed the storm within. Not for power, But for love. Warning: This is not your typical werewolf tale. Set in a bygone era, this narrative is woven with period-appropriate language, blending dark romance with intense and explicit themes.
"Pack your bags. You must leave at once."
Giselle's breath caught in her chest, her heart racing. "Why? What's happening?"
"They have discovered your secret."
Her pulse quickened. "That cannot be. It's impossible!"
"There is no time for explanations," Alaric said, his voice sharp with urgency. He swiftly snatched a heavy shawl from the bed and began gathering her scant belongings, throwing them into the fabric with practiced haste.
"No!" Giselle moved toward him, grasping his arm with trembling hands. "I will not leave without you. We can flee together-"
Alaric paused, his hands faltering as he met her gaze. His eyes, filled with conflict, softened for an instant, but then his features hardened, a mask of resolve settling in place.
"You must go," he said, his voice unyielding.
"Not without you!" Giselle's plea was raw, desperate. "If we flee together, we-"
"Giselle."
His tone was a command, firm and final. The power of his Alpha status settled between them, an invisible weight that grounded her to the spot. Her breath caught, and her body became heavy as though shackled by his presence.
"Please don't," she whispered, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes.
Alaric's expression softened, though his voice remained steadfast. "I shall find you. I swear it. But for now, you must be safe. Should they capture you... should they lay hands on the child..."
Before Giselle could respond, the door swung open with a crash, and a maid entered, breathless and frantic. "The ritual begins! The pack leaders are assembling by the fire."
Alaric's gaze hardened as it fixed upon her. "Miriam, take this." He seized the shawl containing Giselle's belongings and thrust it into the maid's arms without hesitation.
Turning back to Giselle, he cupped her face with his hands, his touch tender yet urgent. "I will find you," he promised, his voice thick with unspoken emotion. "I swear it."
His lips met hers in a kiss that was as desperate as it was tender-full of love, of a plea that hung unspoken between them. Giselle's tears fell freely as her fingers clung to him, unwilling to release him.
"Go," Alaric whispered against her lips, his voice breaking with the weight of it. "Please."
Miriam pulled gently at Giselle's arm, guiding her away.
Through blurred eyes, Giselle followed Miriam down the narrow passage, the shadows creeping in around them, threatening to engulf them both. At the end of the corridor, a great cave loomed, but they came to a sudden halt.
Lydia Voss stood in their path.
A flicker of relief washed over Giselle, and her breath caught. "Lydia..."
She moved to step forward, but something was amiss. Lydia remained motionless, her eyes cold and distant. The familiar warmth was gone, replaced with a chilling emptiness. From the shadows, wolves began to emerge, flanking Lydia on either side with silent menace.
Giselle's stomach clenched. Her voice trembled. "Lydia?"
The woman who had been her steadfast companion for so long simply tilted her head, watching her with the gaze of a predator.
"Please... you don't have to do this."
Lydia's lips curled into a slow, bitter smile, a smile that lacked the affection it once held.
"If you wish to avoid harm-if you wish to protect the child-come with us," she said coldly, her words calculated.
Giselle blinked, as if trying to clear the fog in her mind. This could not be Lydia. The same Lydia who had been her rock, who had stood by her through countless trials. The same Lydia who had sworn loyalty to her, and to Alaric.
Miriam stepped forward, standing between Giselle and Lydia with defiance in her posture. "How dare you impede the Luna's path?" she spat. "Step aside!"
Lydia's laugh was sharp and humorless, the sound carrying no warmth. "Luna?" She regarded Giselle with a look of contempt. "After today, she will be no such thing."
Giselle's throat constricted with sorrow and disbelief. "Why? Why are you doing this? We were friends! You-"
"Friends?" Lydia's smile twisted into something dark and cruel. "I was never your friend."
The words struck like a blow, cold and final.
Giselle staggered back, her breath catching in her throat. "That cannot be true!" she cried, her voice trembling with disbelief. "You were there when I wed Alaric. You rescued me when danger loomed. You stood by me, by my side, since I was named Luna!"
Lydia's gaze hardened, her eyes flashing with bitterness. "And you stole everything from me," she spat, her voice venomous. "I was to be Luna. Me. But you, a mere stranger, arrived and seized what was rightfully mine."
Giselle shook her head in frantic denial, her voice growing stronger. "You are mistaken. I did not take what was yours. Alpha Alaric is my mate; it is my place by his side. What do you gain by betraying your pack, Lydia?"
Lydia's laugh was low and dark. "A great deal."
She stepped closer, her voice dropping into a venomous whisper. "I sold you out. You are the king's daughter-the traitor king's spawn. The pack leaders have sought your blood for years. They promised me power in another pack in exchange for you. So I gave you to them."
Giselle's world seemed to shift beneath her, her legs unsteady.
She had known? Lydia had known all along?
For years, Giselle had trusted Lydia with her innermost thoughts, her deepest fears, her unspoken hopes. And all the while, Lydia had bided her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
"You..." Giselle's voice faltered, barely escaping her lips. "You knew?"
Lydia's lips curled, though her expression was devoid of any remorse. It was pity, but not for Giselle. "For many moons," she murmured, her voice lowering to a near whisper. "You understand what this means for the child you carry, do you not?"
Giselle instinctively placed her hand on her belly, her face hardening. "Nothing shall happen to my child."
Lydia's eyes darkened, her face becoming a mask of cruelty. "The pack leaders have vowed to burn both of you should you refuse to surrender. Be wise, Giselle. Come quietly."
Before Giselle could respond, Miriam stepped forward, her stance defiant. "Not while I draw breath."
Lydia's smile sharpened, becoming predatory. "That can be arranged."
With a swift motion, Lydia's nails elongated, her fingers shifting into deadly claws. Her half-shifted form moved with speed.
Miriam barely had time to react before Lydia struck.
A sickening crack echoed through the cave.
Miriam's body was hurled against the stone wall, the impact knocking her unconscious in an instant.
With a casual flick of her wrist, Lydia signaled to the wolves.
Giselle felt the surge of her power, wild and uncontrollable, flare to life. She thrust her hands outward, unleashing a shockwave that radiated from her very core.
The wolves were thrown back, their bodies crashing violently against the cave's jagged walls, dust and debris falling from above.
Lydia, however, remained untouched. She smirked, her expression one of cruel satisfaction, as she withdrew a glowing crystal from her pocket.
"Do not resist, my dear friend," Lydia purred, her voice sickly sweet. "It will not take long."
The crystal's light flared bright, searing into Giselle's skull like fire.
A scream tore from her throat as her power was torn away, drained from her veins, leaving her trembling and weak. Darkness crept in, swallowing her vision.
The last thing she saw was Miriam's broken body, crumpled against the stone, and Lydia's triumphant smile.
Then, all was still.
Introduction:
Long ago, before the rise of packs and Alphas, the Lycans ruled. Beasts of unmatched strength, they were neither mere werewolves nor any lesser creature that walked the earth. They were power itself, immortal, indomitable, divine. Hidden from the world, they lived in peace and thrived in their secluded kingdom.
But peace never lasts when jealousy takes root.
The werewolves envied them and resented their power. They saw the Lycans as a threat, an insult to their existence. For the first time in history, the scattered werewolf clans united under a single cause: to bring down the Lycans.
Even against an entire species, the Lycans stood unshaken. They were stronger, faster, and more intelligent. Victory should have been theirs.
But power is never just about brute strength.
Desperate, the werewolves turned to an ancient force, the Twelve Blood Witches. A deal was struck, and a truce was made. In exchange for sparing the witches from future wars, the witches agreed to weave a spell of darkness. A curse seeped into the very bloodline of the Lycans, poisoning their strength and weakening their dynasty.
The war that followed was brutal. It was a massacre. One by one, the Lycans fell, their legendary resilience turned to dust beneath the weight of the witches' dark magic. The dynasty was wiped out. Erased.
But greed is never satisfied.
The werewolves had won, but their hunger for dominance was endless. There was still another kind they despised: the Wolf-Men.
The Wolf-Men were not just werewolves. They were the ancients, the first of their kind. Stronger than any ordinary wolf, they were the original rulers of the werewolves, the royal bloodline to whom all packs once answered. A legacy of might and command.
The pack leaders, hungry for absolute control, conspired once more with the Twelve Blood Witches.
On a night bathed in moonlight, the final betrayal unfolded. During the sacred full-moon ritual, when the Werewolf King and his son fell into their ancestral sleep, the pack leaders struck. Silent and merciless. Blades met flesh, and the royal bloodline was severed, quite literally, from their throne.
Their heads rolled. Their legacy ended.
Or so they thought.
"Did you think I'd just let you go?" Suzanne's grip on her son tightened as Charles took a slow step forward, his smirk curling like smoke in the air. "I sent you the damn divorce papers, Charles. Sign them and leave." He chuckled. "Oh, I got them." Another step. "But I don't sign away what's mine." She backed up. "I am not yours. I stopped being yours the night you betrayed me." His jaw clenched. The silence stretched-thick, suffocating-before he lunged. Suzanne barely had time to gasp before his hands were on her, ripping their son from her arms. The boy hit the couch with a soft thud and let out a startled cry. "You son of a-!" She shoved at him, clawing, struggling, but he was stronger. His hands dug into her waist, yanking her against him, his breath hot and reeking of alcohol. "You're mine, Suzanne," he growled, fingers digging into her skin. "And if I can't have you-" his grip tightened, his lips brushing her ear, "no one will." Then-CRACK! Charles gone-ripped off her, sent flying across the room. Suzanne gasped, chest heaving, scrambling back just as her attacker crashed into a table. A voice, dark and furious, sliced through the chaos. "Touch her again, and I'll kill you." Her heart stopped. She knew that voice. Liam Carter. --- Trapped in a loveless marriage to a ruthless CEO, Suzanne Smith thought she had no way out-until Liam Carter, her high school sweetheart, walked back into her life. He's everything her husband isn't-kind, passionate, and willing to fight for her. But leaving Charles Langford won't be easy. His Lies. Betrayal. Violence. Suzanne is done playing the perfect wife. This time, she's fighting back. Will she escape his grip, or will her past consume her? How far will she go for freedom?
Eve, a rich heiress, is obsessed with revenge against her cruel step-sibling, but nothing she does seems to hurt them. Desperate, she makes a risky deal with a demon to get his help. In exchange, he gives up part of his immortality, leaving him weaker and vulnerable. To regain his power, the demon must make Eve fall in love with him-something completely against his nature. But as they work together, their connection grows. Eve begins to soften, drawn to the demon's unexpected kindness, while he discovers feelings he thought he'd lost. Their bond becomes undeniable as the demon admits he cares for Eve, seeing not just her anger but her strength and heart. Now, Eve is torn between her thirst for vengeance and her growing feelings for him. With danger closing in, they must face a difficult question: will their love break them, or will it save them both?
After pursuing Kathleen who wouldn't yield to him, Aiden decided to use other means. With his deceptive ways, he made her work for him just to be closer to her everyday. One day, he gave her these rules: 1. Avoid my room. No trespassing. 2. Diligent and be alert at all times. 3. No gossip. That should be one of your qualities as a therapist. 4. Be by my side while I sleep. 5. Respect. No disobedience. 6. Don't be a nosy type. MIND YOUR BUSINESS. 7. Do not fight or bully. 8. No inviting friends. 9. Do not leave the mansion except on your free days. 10. 9am to 10am- 12am till daybreak for sessions. When Kathleen read this, she was spitefully angered, throwing him many cursed words at the same time, "You know what?, fuck you and your rules' shithead. You psycho!!" Unbotheredly, he reminded her, "You owe me," "To hell with you, I'm going to pay you back every dime that I owe." But his next words made her dumbfounded. Smirking, he questioned, "How do you pay $10m?." Book 1 of Billionaire's Ex-lover
Avila grew up emotionally damaged by the man she thought was her father, she was hated and disrespected in her kingdom and as the heir to the throne, she was rejected by her people because she was born blind. What happens to her after the war and their kingdom is lost to Sabaene kingdom where the king took her in? Would he be able to love her or would he hate her because he lost his parents in the hands of Avila's father? "Father?. You dare call me father?." Before Avila could apologize, a deafening slap landed on her right cheek. "You're nothing but a cursed child. I regret the day you were born and every time I look at you, I feel like squeezing the life out of you." King Edward IV snarled, with his deadly eyes on Avila. He breathed out heavily, turned around and stormed off the dark room in which she was caged. A whimper left her lips when Avila saw her father was long gone. She fell on the floor with hot tears rolling down her cheeks. ………
After five years of leaving Seattle and her normal life with her ex-lover. She comes back with her child, but not as the Kathleen anyone knew before, but as a good businesswoman. After going to a dinner party and accidentally meeting her ex-lover, her love for him re-kindled and she seem to go on another romantic session with him. But would they be together after Clara came back to cause more trouble for them?.
Warning- Mature Audiences only!. -Strong sexual content. -® rated language. © Original work. Description: "Get up!." He commanded. His voice was stern and his cold blue eyes pierced into my skin. I didn't look fazed by his intimidating demeanor. "You muckerfucker blood-sucking demon." I cussed, biting down my lower lip to hinder myself from not raining more curses at him. He smirked. He glided across the room until he stood in front of me, I looked right into his eyes as he lowered down to my level. His hand gripped my chin up, his blue eyes looking deep into mine. "You won't end well if you continue to speak to me like that," I smirked. "I am not afraid of you!" He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "And you're afraid of death, I am death." My jaw dropped. He knows where to get me. He let go of me seeing my frightened look and looking satisfied. "But you didn't have to kill that girl for my sake. She did nothing." "Someone's going to cover up for you." He turned around and went to sit on my bed. "But I didn't kill him. There was nothing to cover up for." "Oh, dear." He said and lit his joint up. "He died." I froze. I killed someone too. I've stained my hands with blood. "Don't look too surprised and all that stunned. That's one thing you'll learn how to do and face. You've got to learn how to kill." *** Vanora Campbell's mom died leaving her with her uncaring father, she blamed her father for killing her mother and lived so carelessly thereafter. Her life turned upside down when her dad sold her to the Italian mafia boss, Zavi Covillie.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
"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?...
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.
P-please, I beg you. Come let's go tell Christian I had no hand in whatever happened, p-please." I clutched the lapel of his jacket desperately. "Let's go. You need to tell my husband you were paid." "Young lady, you're harassing me." His tone was cold and his stare granite. But I could care less. "You harassed me first! You had sex with me without my consent, my husband knows and now I'm pregnant with this child he doesn't want. You ruined my marriage! I-I hate you!" ************************************ Caught by her husband with another man on their matrimonial bed the morning after her birthday, Hailey Codza could not defend herself. As though it's not enough, she gets pregnant. Her enraged husband decides to pay her back for her infidelity by having an affair with his ex-girlfriend - Denise Kellers, the family Hailey never knew she had. Losing her family's wealth and company to her husband and his ex (now girlfriend), she is devastated, homeless and penniless as all her credit cards are blocked by her husband. She sees the man who is responsible for her pregnancy. The man she has no idea how he'd found his way to her matrimonial bed - Jared Johnson. Jared is annoyed when this strange woman disrupts his meeting and accuses him of ruining her life, marriage and impregnating her. It affects his business deals and having no choice, he marries her to calm the public whilst engaged to someone else. But he loathes her and allows his family treats her badly. Hailey who has fallen in love with Jared is broken when she can no longer take the humiliation. She signs the divorce papers and leaves, only to arrive six years later to the country as a self-made, secret billionaire and a mother of twins. Now her two ex-husbands are begging to have her back...
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
My marriage to Mathias was supposed to make me the happiest woman in the world. Although I knew he didn't love me, I thought he would fall for me once I showered him with all the love I had to give. Five years passed and Mathias still didn't give a damn about me. Instead, he met his true love and cut all ties with me because of her. He showed her off; something he never did for me. His abandonment pushed me into depression. I was broken in every sense of the word. Even on my deathbed, my so-called husband didn't come to say goodbye to me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. I was still Mathias's wife and it was two months before he met his true love. In this life, I refused to be hurt by him again. After talking some sense into my head, I asked him for a divorce in other to escape being heartbroken like I was previously. Mathias tore up the divorce papers time and time again while also shutting me down. "Rylie, stop all this nonsense! Playing hard to get doesn't work anymore!" To show him that I was dead serious, I went ahead to file for divorce. Only then did he panic. He abandoned the "woman of his dreams" and came to my side. "Please give me a second chance, Rylie. I promise to do right by you. You'll be the only woman in my heart from now on. Don't leave me, okay?" A war broke out in my mind after this apology. On one hand, I didn't want to be hurt again. And on the other, I didn't want to let go of the man I loved so dearly. What should I do?!