Claimed By The Cursed Black Snake Alpha
At the absolute summit of her pop-star career, the stage collapsed beneath Catherine's feet, plunging her into a mechanical black hole.
When she opened her eyes, she wasn't in a hospital, but a savage, primitive forest.
Before a fire-breathing beast could tear her apart, a massive black snake crushed it with a single strike.
The terrifying serpent then transformed into Amon, a towering, heavily scarred man with golden slitted eyes, who swore his life to protect her.
He brought her to his tribe, but instead of safety, they were met with ravenous hunger and disgust.
The tribe's males stared at Catherine's fragile human body like a rare breeding prize, while treating Amon like garbage.
"He's a cursed, cold-blooded freak! His rut will tear you to pieces!"
The Chief sneered, pointing a thick, accusing finger at Amon.
"By tribal law, you must mate with our strongest tiger and bear shifters to give us powerful cubs!"
Humiliated, Amon's broad shoulders slumped, his fists trembling in suffocating shame as he prepared to back away.
Catherine's heart pounded with fierce, burning anger.
When she was about to be eaten, Amon was the only one who bled for her.
Where were these arrogant bullies then? Why should she let them treat her savior like a monster?
As the tribe's strongest warriors swarmed forward to claim her, Catherine stepped directly in front of Amon's lethal claws.
"I don't need any of you," she declared, her voice cutting through the chaos.
"I will mate with Amon and take his beast mark today!"
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Chapter 2
The coils tightened around Catherine's ribs. Her lungs burned, screaming for oxygen that couldn't enter. A hot tear slipped from the corner of her eye, cutting a clean path through the dirt and blood on her cheek.
This was it. She was going to be crushed into paste and swallowed whole.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her hands falling limply to her sides. She waited for the final, bone-snapping pressure.
It never came.
The heavy, suffocating weight remained, but the constriction stopped. The snake was holding her firmly, locking her in place, but it wasn't crushing her.
A cold, smooth scale brushed against her bare forearm. The movement wasn't violent. It was slow. Hesitant. Almost like a question.
"Do not be afraid."
The voice came from directly above her. It was male. It was incredibly deep, raspy, and resonated with a magnetic vibration that sent a shiver down her spine.
And it was in perfect English.
Catherine gasped, her eyes flying open. She jerked her head up, fully expecting to see a man standing over her.
There was no man. There was only the massive, terrifying head of the black snake.
The golden, slitted eyes were locked onto hers. The cold, predatory emptiness she expected to see wasn't there. Instead, the eyes held a complex, heavy emotion she couldn't decipher.
Slowly, the thick coils wrapped around her waist began to loosen. The snake pulled back.
Catherine scrambled backward until her spine hit the tree root, her chest heaving.
Right in front of her, the snake's massive black body began to emit a blinding, silver light. Catherine threw her hands over her face, squinting through her fingers.
The sound was horrifying. It was the wet, heavy sound of bones breaking, shifting, and reknitting together at lightning speed. The giant shadow shrank within the light.
When the silver glow faded, the snake was gone.
A man knelt on one knee in the dirt in front of her.
He was huge. His shoulders were impossibly broad, his chest sculpted with thick, corded muscle. He was completely naked, but the shadows of the forest clung to him. His hair was pitch black, falling in messy waves around a face that looked like it had been carved from marble. His jaw was sharp, his cheekbones high.
But it was his eyes that made Catherine's breath catch. They were the exact same golden, slitted eyes of the snake.
Catherine's brain refused to process the information. Her lips trembled. "You... you were the snake?"
The man gave a single, stiff nod.
His golden eyes dropped from her eyes to her cheek. He stared at the bleeding cut the flying rock had left. His jaw instantly clenched so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek. A dark, violent storm brewed in his eyes.
He reached out. His fingers were long, his knuckles scarred. He moved his hand toward her face, aiming for the cut.
But halfway there, his hand froze in the air. His fingers twitched. He looked at his own hand as if he was terrified his touch would shatter her into a million pieces.
Catherine saw the violence in his eyes a second before. Her survival instinct flared. She flinched hard, pulling her shoulders up and crossing her arms defensively over her chest.
The man saw her flinch.
He immediately snatched his hand back. He shifted his weight, taking a deliberate half-step backward to give her space.
"My name is Amon Peterson," he said. He kept his voice low, forcing the rasp out of it, trying to sound as harmless as a man his size possibly could. "This is The Shifter World. You encountered a magical beast. It is very dangerous here."
Catherine stared at him. The Shifter World.
The Oracle's mechanical voice echoed in her memory. Host bound. She wasn't on Earth anymore. She had fallen through a stage and landed in a world where giant snakes turned into gorgeous, terrifying men.
She looked at Amon. He was keeping his distance. He had just killed a fire-breathing dinosaur with one hit, but right now, he was looking at her like she was the most fragile, precious thing in existence.
The icy grip of panic around her heart began to thaw. The sheer absurdity of the situation forced her brain to adapt.
Amon watched her chest rise and fall. He saw the terror slowly leaving her eyes. He leaned forward slightly, his voice tight. "Are you alone? Where is your tribe?"
Catherine swallowed hard. Her throat felt like sandpaper. She shook her head. "I don't have a tribe. I don't even know where I am."
A flash of intense, predatory joy ignited in Amon's golden eyes. He blinked, instantly burying the emotion deep down, but Catherine saw it.
He lowered himself fully onto one knee again, bringing himself closer to her eye level. He looked at her with absolute gravity.
"The forest is crawling with high-level magical beasts," Amon said, his voice a low rumble. "A fragile female like you will not survive the night. Come back to my tribe with me. I will protect you."
Catherine looked at him. She looked at his massive, scarred chest. She remembered the sickening crunch of the dinosaur's bones.
She bit her lower lip, her hands still trembling slightly. "Do you... do you promise you won't eat me?"
Amon froze.
For a second, he looked genuinely confused. Then, the corner of his mouth twitched upward into the faintest ghost of a smile. The heat in his eyes flared, burning away the coldness of his snake traits.
"I swear to The Primal God," Amon said, his voice thick with a heavy, solemn vow. "I will never harm a single hair on your head."
The intensity in his eyes made Catherine's stomach do a strange flip. It wasn't fear. It was something else. She knew she had absolutely no other choice. If she stayed here, she would die.
She gave a small, jerky nod.
Amon didn't waste a second. He stood up. He moved with terrifying grace, closing the distance between them. He bent down and slid one thick arm under her knees, the other around her back.
He lifted her off the muddy ground as easily as if she weighed nothing.
Catherine gasped, her hands instinctively grabbing his broad shoulders. His bare skin was burning hot. It didn't feel like a cold-blooded reptile at all. The heat radiating from his chest seeped through her dirty clothes, grounding her.
Amon held her tight against his chest. A second later, the blinding silver light erupted again.
Catherine squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, she was no longer in a man's arms. She was sitting high off the ground, straddling the massive, thick neck of the black snake.
The snake turned its head, its golden eye checking on her to make sure she was secure.
Then, it shot forward. The giant black snake moved like a shadow, carrying her deep into the unknown darkness of the forest.
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8.3
When Eli is forced to enroll at Blackwood Academy, he thinks it is just another remote boarding school. But on his first night, he realizes the terrifying truth.
This school is a prison.
Trapped in endless, deadly time loops, students are forced to complete cruel, supernatural trials. Ghosts, cursed hallways, hidden rules, and unspeakable creatures hunt them after dark. The only way to stay alive is to solve mysteries, earn credits, and obey the academy's twisted commands.
No one remembers how they arrived.
No one has ever graduated.
No one leaves alive.
Eli must team up with other desperate students to uncover the academy's century-old secret. If they fail, they will be trapped in the nightmare forever.
At Blackwood Academy, survival is the only exam.
8.6
I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade.
But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad.
Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal.
Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion."
Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps.
My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood.
The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt.
I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served.
But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows.
He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden.
I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal.
When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body.
"The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it."
Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.
8.9
The Moon Goddess gave them a bond-Adrian gave his heart to someone else.
For three years, Luna Mira has lived in the shadow of her trauma, clinging to the comfort of an Alpha who felt like safety. until a grieving widow arrives and exposes the truth. While Mira struggles to heal, Adrian risks everything for another woman, showering her with the affection and gifts meant for his wife.
After a brutal betrayal on the streets of France, Mira learns that being a mate is destiny-but being a Luna is power. If Adrian won't choose her, she'll choose herself. and the most dangerous Lycan King in the world may already be waiting to claim what Adrian foolishly threw away.
9.8
When I woke up on the muddy bank of the freezing river, I unlocked a brutal, unfiltered preview of my actual future.
For the past six months, I had been the town's ultimate joke, chasing after a city boy who looked at me like a diseased insect. Everyone thought I jumped into the river because he rejected me.
But the nightmare didn't stop there. In the future I foresaw, my entire family was destroyed. My eldest brother was handcuffed and dragged into a squad car. My second brother died in a pool of blood on the asphalt. My parents passed away from sheer grief and humiliation, and our farm was foreclosed.
Meanwhile, Bart Hawkins—my family's sworn enemy, the boy everyone accused of pushing me, but who actually jumped in to save my life—became a billionaire tech mogul. I ended up starving to death in a damp, moldy basement, completely alone.
I finally understood that I was just a pathetic, tragic side character meant to drag my family into hell. My own sister-in-law, Felicie, had been stealing our food and money, laughing at my misery behind my back.
But right now, my mother was still alive, my brothers were safe, and the farm was ours.
When Felicie walked into my bedroom, playing the devoted sister-in-law with a bowl of clear, meatless broth while a stolen roasted chicken thigh leaked grease through her apron pocket, I didn't play along.
"What's in your pocket, Felicie?"
This time, I was going to tear that horrific future apart with my bare hands.
7.5
I thought my best friend Mila and my lover Preston were my only salvation from Essex Langley, the ruthless billionaire who kept me caged in his estate.
I trusted them blindly when they planned my grand escape.
But it was all a cruel setup.
Mila deliberately leaked the plan to Essex's guards to win his favor, and Preston only wanted my family's shares to pay off his massive debts.
When we were caught in the rose garden, Preston shoved me toward the guards and ran for his life.
"You're insane if you think I actually loved a freak like you!"
I was dragged back into the manor, my ribs cracking under heavy boots.
I bled out on the freezing marble floor, staring into Essex’s unhinged, mad eyes as I took my last agonizing breath.
Until the moment I died, I couldn't accept it.
I had ruined my own life, adopting a hideous punk look with fake tattoos and piercings just to make Essex hate me, all for two people who saw me as nothing but a sacrificial lamb.
Why was my blind rebellion rewarded with such a brutal betrayal?
Opening my eyes again, the white-hot pain was gone.
I was back in the freezing bedroom on my eighteenth birthday, the very night Mila would come to orchestrate my ruin.
I looked at the rebellious, smudged stranger in the mirror.
This time, I calmly washed off the black makeup, took out my lip ring, and put on a pristine white dress.
If fighting the devil got me killed, then in this life, I would tame him and make them all pay.
8.0
She has thirty days. Ten billion dollars. And a quantum space that can swallow anything.
Kinsey Elliott died cold, starving, and betrayed—pushed into a frozen abyss by the uncle who stole her fortune.
Then she woke up.
Back in her penthouse. Back in her perfect body. Back with a silver mark on her wrist that lets her store entire warehouses of supplies in a dimension where time stands still.
The world has thirty days until a global ice age freezes everything.
Her family has thirty days to try to lock her away, steal her money, and have her killed.
And Kinsey? She has thirty days to turn ten billion dollars into an invisible fortress—and burn every last one of them to the ground.
She's not surviving the apocalypse.
She's building it.