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 3
The wind whipped Catherine's hair into a tangled mess. She gripped the thick, smooth scales beneath her thighs, her knuckles turning white. The giant black snake moved with impossible speed and smoothness, gliding over massive fallen logs and weaving through dense thickets without jostling her once.
Suddenly, the claustrophobic canopy of the forest broke open.
Catherine blinked against the sudden moonlight. Below a towering cliff face, a sprawling settlement appeared. It was a chaotic mix of massive stone caves carved directly into the rock and sturdy wooden cabins built on the ground.
The snake slowed down, slithering toward the edge of the settlement.
A flash of silver light blinded Catherine for a second. The solid scales beneath her vanished, replaced by hard, hot muscle. Amon caught her perfectly in his arms before she could fall, his human form fully restored.
He stood at the edge of the clearing, holding her tight against his chest.
A group of heavily muscled men patrolling the perimeter stopped dead in their tracks. When they looked at Amon, Catherine saw naked disgust and hostility flash across their faces.
But then, their eyes shifted to Catherine.
Every single man in the patrol inhaled sharply. The air suddenly felt thick, heavy with a suffocating, aggressive energy.
Catherine shrank back against Amon's chest. Her modern clothes were torn and dirty, but her pale skin, delicate features, and the sheer novelty of her appearance acted like a magnet. The men stared at her with unblinking, ravenous hunger.
Amon's body turned to stone.
His jaw locked. A low, vibrating snarl ripped from his throat. It wasn't a human sound. It was the warning hiss of a lethal predator. He shifted his stance, pulling Catherine tighter against him, burying her face in his chest to hide her from their view.
The sheer pressure of Amon's aura hit the patrol men like a physical blow. They stumbled backward, their faces pale, but their greedy eyes kept darting toward the sliver of Catherine's leg visible beneath Amon's arm.
The commotion drew attention. A large group of people hurried out of the central stone building.
At the front was an older, heavily scarred man wearing an elaborate fur cloak. This was Barrett Vance, the tribe chief.
Barrett's eyes sharpened. He stepped forward quickly but maintained a steady, authoritative stride. Instead of rushing directly at Catherine, he barked an order over his shoulder to his guards: "Get Silas over here, now. Have him check this female's condition!"
Amon's arms tightened around Catherine until it almost hurt. He took a step back, his golden eyes flashing with violent refusal. He didn't want anyone touching her.
But Catherine winced, her injured ankle throbbing from the sudden movement. Amon felt her flinch. His jaw ticked. He forced himself to stop moving, his chest heaving with the effort to suppress his instincts.
A young man pushed through the crowd. He had soft features, gentle brown eyes, and a nervous energy about him. He carried a woven pouch smelling of crushed leaves. This was Silas Frye, the panda shifter healer.
Silas approached Amon, his eyes glued to the ground. When he got close enough to smell the sweet, pure scent radiating from Catherine, his face flushed a deep, violent red. His hands started to shake.
He knelt awkwardly by Amon's leg. "I... I just need to check her ankle," Silas stammered.
Amon growled, a low rumble of warning, but he slightly shifted his grip, allowing Silas access to her foot.
Silas extended his trembling fingers. A soft, pale green light bloomed from his fingertips. He gently hovered his hand over Catherine's swollen ankle.
Catherine watched in shock. The pain instantly vanished, replaced by a soothing, cool sensation. Real magic.
Silas closed his eyes, his brow furrowing as he concentrated. A moment later, the green light faded. He stood up, looking at Barrett.
"She is not severely injured. Just a sprain," Silas reported, his voice tinged with awe and pity. "But... her body is incredibly fragile. There is absolutely no energy fluctuation within her. She has no ability. She is like a flower that could snap in a strong wind."
Silas pulled his hand back, his eyes wide with a mixture of reverence and deep concern. To the surrounding males, her utter lack of magical signature didn't signify weakness-it signaled a profound, almost sacred purity that demanded their absolute protection.
Instead of disappointment, the crowd of males erupted into a low, excited murmur. The absolute lack of power triggered their deepest, most primal protective instincts.
Barrett's eyes burned with ambition. He stepped right up to Amon and reached out, trying to grab Catherine's hand. "Beautiful female, welcome to the Giant Rock Tribe. I am Chief Barrett."
Before Barrett's fingers could even brush her skin, Amon's hand shot out. He slapped Barrett's hand away with a loud, vicious crack.
Amon stepped completely in front of Catherine, shielding her with his massive back.
Barrett's face twisted in fury. He pointed a thick finger at Amon's chest. "Amon! You cursed, cold-blooded monster! Step aside! Don't terrify the precious female with your foul presence!"
The words hit Amon like a physical strike.
Catherine saw the immediate reaction. Amon's broad shoulders slumped a fraction of an inch. His fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned stark white. The violent energy radiating from him vanished, replaced by a suffocating, heavy wave of self-hatred and shame. He didn't say a word. He just stood there, taking the insult.
A younger man, built like a tank, shoved his way to the front. It was Jett, the chief's son. He raked his eyes over Catherine's hidden form. "Father is right. She's too fragile. She needs the strongest male to protect her and give her strong cubs. I am the best choice."
Instantly, the plaza devolved into chaos. Males started shouting, flexing their muscles, some even partially transforming their arms into bear claws or wolf paws, roaring to prove their strength to her.
The noise was deafening. The aggressive, suffocating testosterone in the air made Catherine's stomach churn.
She looked at Amon's back. He was trembling. The temperature around him was plummeting, frost forming on the dirt beneath his bare feet. He was a second away from snapping.
Catherine's heart pounded. A hot, fierce anger ignited in her chest. She hated bullies. And she hated that the man who had just saved her life was being treated like garbage.
She took a deep breath. She reached out and grabbed Amon's tightly clenched fist.
Amon flinched violently. He whipped his head around, his golden eyes wide with shock as he stared at her small, pale hand wrapping around his rough, scarred fingers.
Catherine stepped out from behind his back. She locked eyes with Barrett, then swept her gaze over the screaming crowd.
"I don't need any of you," Catherine said. Her voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the noise like a knife. "He saved my life when I was about to be eaten. I am staying with him."
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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.