After I died, Alpha went mad.
Everyone in the Shadowfang Pack knew that Alpha Kael was fiercely devoted to his Luna.
To save me, he had sacrificed his own soul to shadow magic.
He had endured the agony of being flayed alive, just to keep me breathing.
He had torn open his own heart, feeding me his blood, just so we could be together.
For three hundred years, I firmly believed I was his Luna, his other half.
But now, I was looking right at him. Kael, my Kael, thrusting his hips forward in a violent, primal rhythm, pinning a woman against the mattress.
A bell hung around her ankle, chiming with his every movement.
It was Lyra. My handmaiden.
Her magic-laced voice slithered into my mind via the mind-link. "Does it hurt, Luna? The Bell of Severance only rings when I feel... pleasure. And with every chime, your soul shatters a little more."
Kael kissed her passionately. "Make it ring louder. I want to hear it."
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Chapter 3
I wandered back to the castle in a daze. A freezing rain began to pour. Kael hadn't returned. He never came back that night.
I stood by the window, watching the raindrops trace paths down the glass, blurring the outside world into a gray watercolor painting. My vision blurred right along with it.
I thought back. When did all of this begin?
I remembered Lyra bending over to pick up a dropped handkerchief, her neckline dipping low.
I saw Kael's gaze trace the line of her collarbone. A flicker of heat flashed in his eyes before he snapped them shut and abruptly turned away.
After that, he was restless for days, snapping at everyone.
"Elara," he finally said, his voice a bit rough. "Perhaps Lyra should have her own room in the East Wing... I know you adore her. But she's young, and she needs her own space."
Was that when the thorns first took root? I wondered, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.
A biting gust of wind sliced through the old window frame, piercing right through me. My body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the world seemed to tilt. I felt myself falling, collapsing silently onto the cold stone floor.
When I opened my eyes again, Kael was there.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding me.
His face was pale, his features drawn with worry. There was a faint trace of blood on his lips. I realized he had just fed me. He had mixed his blood with a sleeping draught and passed it from his mouth to mine.
The moment he saw my eyes flutter open, he crushed me to his chest.
So tightly. So desperately.
"Elara. My Elara, you're awake." His voice was choked, tears shining in his eyes as he trembled. "When you collapsed... I thought... I was so scared. I thought I lost you."
He was terrified. He looked exactly like a man who loved me more than anything in the world.
But he smelled like her. That sickly-sweet perfume Lyra wore. Catching that scent now made my stomach churn with sickening nausea.
My voice was perfectly flat, so hollow it sounded like an echo of myself. "Where were you last night?"
I saw it. A barely perceptible shift of emotion flickered in his eyes.
For a split second, he seemed to want to look away, but he quickly reassembled his mask of concern.
"There was an urgent matter to handle over in Thornwood. I couldn't make it back, I am so sorry."
I said nothing.
His voice softened, taking on a pleading edge. "My Elara, are you mad at me? I swear, this is the first and last time. For forgive me, please."
My gaze was drawn involuntarily to his neck. Right there. A stark, unmistakably clear bite mark, resting just above his throat, right beneath his jaw.
It was completely unhidden—a brand, a flag of conquest.
I could picture the scene with vivid clarity: Lyra boldly declaring her desire, sinking her teeth into him. And Kael throwing his head back, letting her claim him, a low, indulgent growl rumbling in his chest.
I fought to keep my voice steady. "What is that?"
He caught his reflection in the window glass and froze.
Only for a second. Then he let out a helpless little chuckle, brushing it off. "A training accident. One of the pups got too overexcited."
I met his eyes. "A wolf got near your throat and took a bite?"
He paused, a flash of irritation crossing his face before he masked it again. "It was my fault. I was distracted. I was worried about you. It's nothing. Let me make you a cup of that honey tea you love."
Back when I was human, I had a massive sweet tooth. And Kael, the formidable Alpha wolf, had always loved making sweets for me.
Even amidst the harsh reality of the pack, he kept that tradition alive. The other wolves always envied my Alpha's tenderness.
Now, that precious memory was just another lie, another shattered fragment of the illusion I had been living in.
I heard my own voice say, "Alright."
It wasn't Kael who brought the tea, but a handmaiden. She kept her head bowed, her demeanor respectful. "Luna, Alpha Kael was called away. There's an issue at the Crimson Creek border. He asked me to tell you to rest well and drink this tea. It will help you sleep."
I didn't care if there was actual trouble or not. I accepted the warm cup mechanically, my movements stiff.
As I drank, I failed to notice the triumphant smirk ghosting across the maid's lips.
An unnatural exhaustion swallowed me instantly. It wasn't a gentle slumber, but a suffocating darkness.
Just before I completely lost consciousness, the maid's face shimmered, morphing back into Lyra's breathtaking features.
"Hello, sister," her voice hissed in my mind, as sharp as a viper's fangs. "Long time no see."
A wave of terror washed over me, and then the darkness claimed me entirely.
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8.8
"Know your place slave. Alpha Carter will never want you. The next time I catch you trying to seduce him, I'll destroy your face."
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Elena Reed's life is turned upside down when she's found at the scene of a murder with her hands coated in blood.
In an instant, her status is changed from omega to pack slave.
Now a decade later, the alpha king is coming to her pack to search for his Luna.
Will Elena finally be able to change her fate?
Or will she cower once more, too afraid to try.
7.4
Standing on the edge of a limestone quarry in the pouring rain, I thought we were just having another family argument.
Then my mother, Ardell, screamed that I’d let the life insurance lapse, and my brother, Hakeem, stepped out of the shadows with a cold, calculating look in his eyes.
I told them I knew the truth—that Hakeem had cut the brake lines on my father’s car—but they didn't flinch. Instead, Hakeem shoved me hard, sending me tumbling into the abyss.
I hit a jagged ledge thirty feet down, the sound of my spine snapping like a dry branch echoing through the rain. As I lay paralyzed and broken, my mother watched from above, asking if I was dead yet, before Hakeem whistled for the starving wild dogs that lived in the quarry floor.
"Nature will clean up the mess,"
Hakeem said, walking away while the first set of teeth sank into my throat.
The agony was a tidal wave, but the rage was hotter, a nuclear hatred for the family that stole my future and the daughter I’d never see grow up. I died in that dirt, consumed by fire and teeth, wondering how a mother could choose a car payment over her own child's life.
But then, I gasped for air, sitting bolt upright in my old trailer bedroom. I looked at the calendar: May 12, 2014.
I was seventeen again, but I wasn't the same girl. Inside this malnourished body was the mind of a world-class trauma surgeon and the elite hacker known as 'Phantom.'
This time, I wasn't going to the quarry; I was going for their throats.
8.2
The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss.
As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family.
In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter.
I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate.
I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath.
Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again.
She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house.
8.1
Red Moon
8.1
Blood Moon – Story Description
Blood Moon is a dark, thrilling tale of forbidden attraction, supernatural rivalry, and the fine line between predator and prey. Set in the seemingly ordinary Silver Hollow College, the story unfolds in a world where vampires and werewolves secretly coexist alongside humans, each hiding their true powers while battling their own instincts, rival clans, and the pressures of legacy. In this shadowed world, every glance can hide a threat, every conversation can carry hidden meaning, and every full moon can unleash the beast within.
At the heart of the story are Catrine Nella, a powerful young vampire, and Edwardo Zee, a disciplined yet conflicted werewolf. Catrine is sharp, cunning, and deadly, raised under the constant pressure of her ambitious step-sister who insists she feed on human blood to grow stronger. Catrine's natural talents in both magic and combat make her a force to be reckoned with, yet she struggles with morality, identity, and her own desire for control. Edwardo, on the other hand, is torn between his instincts as a wolf and the manipulations of his ruthless step-brother, who demands that he become a killer to claim alpha status. Edwardo wants to be a true alpha, not through bloodshed, but by protecting others and leading with honor-an ambition that sets him apart from his family and makes him both a target and a misfit among his kind.
The story begins with a violent, electrifying encounter between Catrine and Edwardo in the forest during the full moon. Both are drawn by their own impulses-Catrine performing a vampire ritual, Edwardo struggling to control the wolf within-and the resulting clash is fierce, brutal, and unforgettable. This first meeting ignites a dangerous rivalry, with each recognizing the other's extraordinary abilities while also sensing something forbidden and magnetic between them. Though enemies by instinct and heritage, the connection they forge amidst conflict sets the stage for a tension-filled enemies-to-lovers narrative that drives the series forward.
As the story unfolds, Silver Hollow College becomes a battlefield not just of physical strength but of intellect, cunning, and emotional power. Catrine and Edwardo test one another constantly-through subtle glances in class, tense encounters in crowded hallways, and increasingly dangerous confrontations in the forest. Each battle pushes them further, revealing vulnerabilities and strengths, and slowly transforms their relationship from animosity into fascination, grudging respect, and eventually, desire. Amidst this, both characters are confronted with the pressures of their families. Catrine's step-sister threatens her with weakness if she does not feed on human blood, while Edwardo's step-brother pressures him toward ruthless dominance, creating a constant tension that challenges their morality and tests the limits of their powers.
At its core, Blood Moon is a story about choice and identity. It explores the struggle between instinct and conscience, power and restraint, hatred and attraction. It examines what it means to be strong-not just physically, but emotionally and morally-in a world where strength often comes at the cost of humanity. Through fast-paced action, supernatural intrigue, and the slow-burning, dangerous pull between Catrine and Edwardo, the story blends romance, suspense, and fantasy into a gripping narrative. It is a saga of blood and moonlight, of predators and secrets, of rivalry and passion, and of two young supernatural beings whose lives are forever intertwined by fate, desire, and the power of the Blood Moon.
9.7
Betrayal!
Pain!
Heartbreak!
Rejection and lies!
That was all she got from the same people she trusted the most, the same people she loved the most.
No one could ever prepare her for what was next when it comes to her responsibilities, what about the secrets? The lies?
The betrayal and her death!
That was only just the beginning because now, she was reborn and she'll make them all pay.
They'll suffer for what they've done because they don't deserve to be alive.