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 8
The metallic stench of Amon's blood hit Catherine like a physical blow.
She stared at the crimson pool spreading rapidly across the gray stone floor. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic, painful rhythm. Every survival instinct in her modern brain screamed at her to run, to get as far away from this terrifying, bleeding monster as possible.
She scrambled backward on the bed. Her hand brushed against something sharp. It was a jagged shard of pottery from one of the shattered bowls.
Catherine grabbed it. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the sharp edge, holding it out in front of her like a weapon. Her whole body shook violently.
Amon saw the shard in her hand.
He was still kneeling in his own blood, his claws buried deep in his thigh. He was panting heavily, his breath coming out in white clouds of frost. When his golden, slitted eyes locked onto the makeshift weapon in her trembling hands, a look of profound, devastating sorrow washed over his face.
"Yes," Amon gasped, his voice barely a whisper over the howling of the black energy storm. "If I lose control... if I lunge at you... use it. Pierce my throat."
The words pierced Catherine's heart sharper than any physical blade.
She looked at him. He was a seven-star predator. He could level a forest. Yet here he was, mutilating his own body, begging her to kill him just to ensure she stayed safe.
The terror that had paralyzed her suddenly shattered, replaced by an overwhelming, suffocating wave of heartbreak.
Clatter.
Catherine opened her hand. The sharp piece of pottery hit the stone floor.
"I'm not leaving," Catherine said. Her voice stopped shaking. "And I'm not hurting you."
She slid off the fur bed. The black wind whipped her hair around her face, the razor-sharp energy leaving tiny, stinging cuts on her bare arms. She ignored the pain. She ignored the terrifying beast he was becoming.
She walked straight toward him.
"No! Stay back!" Amon panicked, trying to drag himself backward, but the severe wound in his leg made him collapse onto his side.
Catherine dropped to her knees right in the middle of the blood and frost. She reached out and threw her arms around his massive, trembling neck, pressing her body tightly against his freezing, scale-covered chest.
"You have to tell me what to do!" Catherine yelled over the storm, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "Is this the 'resilience' the system meant? I'm not leaving you to die! How do I help you? !"
The moment her soft, warm skin made full contact with his, the violent black storm in the cave stuttered. The pure, soothing energy radiating from her Highly Compatible body acted like a heavy blanket thrown over a raging fire.
Amon let out a long, shuddering breath. The agonizing pain in his mind dulled for a fraction of a second.
But the physical contact triggered something far more dangerous.
The biological imperative of his rut-the absolute, overwhelming need to mate and claim-obliterated his last shred of human restraint.
With a guttural roar, Amon flipped them over, pinning Catherine flat against the hard stone floor.
His hands, rough and desperate, grabbed the hem of her black t-shirt and ripped it down the middle. The fabric tore like wet paper.
Catherine gasped, a spike of fear hitting her as his heavy, burning body pressed her down. She tried to push against his shoulders, but it was like trying to move a mountain.
Amon's mouth crashed down on her neck. He bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave a dark, bruising mark. His kisses were frantic, wild, consuming her.
Below his waist, his legs had completely vanished, replaced by the thick, muscular coils of the giant black snake. The heavy, freezing scales wrapped tightly around Catherine's legs, locking her in place.
The sheer size of him, the crushing weight, and the aggressive invasion of his touch sent a sharp jolt of pain through her.
"Amon... it hurts," Catherine cried out, tears springing to her eyes.
The sound of her pain pierced through the red haze of his rut.
Amon froze. He raised his head. His chest heaved as he looked down at her. He saw the tears in her eyes, the fear in her face. The monster inside him fought violently against the man who loved her.
He squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body shaking as he tried to pull himself away from her. "Catherine... push me away... last chance..."
Catherine looked at his tortured face. She saw the blood dripping from his leg, the black scales fighting to consume him.
She reached up, tangling her fingers in his sweat-soaked black hair, and pulled his face down to hers.
"I choose you," she whispered fiercely against his lips. "Claim me."
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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.