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 9
The moment Catherine spoke those words, the final barrier broke.
With a low, rumbling growl that vibrated straight through Catherine's chest, Amon took her. The physical connection was a violent, overwhelming collision of two entirely different species.
Catherine let out a sharp cry, her fingernails digging deep into the hard muscle of Amon's back.
Instantly, an invisible, massive shockwave of energy exploded from the point where their bodies met. It blasted outward, blowing the heavy stone door of the cave open a fraction of an inch.
Amon threw his head back and let out a deafening, triumphant roar.
The chaotic, destructive black storm that had been tearing the cave apart suddenly reversed. It funneled into a tight vortex and slammed back into Amon's chest.
At the exact same moment, a searing, burning heat flared on the back of Catherine's neck. It felt like a branding iron being pressed into her skin. She gasped, arching her back.
On Amon's left collarbone, a complex, tribal tattoo of a coiled black snake began to materialize, glowing with a blinding silver light.
Simultaneously, a tiny, identical black snake mark burned itself permanently into the skin at the nape of Catherine's neck.
The Beast Mark. The absolute, one-way contract of life and death was forged.
With the bond complete, the bottleneck that had trapped Amon's power for years shattered. The energy inside him underwent a terrifying, exponential mutation.
A pillar of pure, liquid silver light erupted from his body, illuminating the dark cave like a second sun. This was the light of a seven-star evolution.
The massive, self-inflicted wound on his thigh began to knit together. Muscle, tissue, and skin regenerated at a visible, horrifying speed until there wasn't even a scar left behind.
But the biological drive of the rut didn't stop with the upgrade. The influx of new, massive power only made Amon more relentless.
Catherine was tossed in a violent storm of pleasure and pain. She had no concept of time. The snake shifter's stamina was inhuman. She clung to his broad shoulders, her voice giving out completely as she was pushed past every physical limit her human body possessed.
Finally, after one last, earth-shattering surge of energy, the world went black. Catherine's eyes rolled back, and she passed out cold, her head falling limply against the furs.
When she slowly drifted back to consciousness, the cave was warm and quiet.
Her entire body felt like it had been run over by a steamroller. Every muscle ached with a deep, throbbing soreness. She tried to shift her weight and immediately hissed in pain.
"Don't move."
Amon's voice was incredibly soft, a stark contrast to the monster he had been hours ago.
Catherine forced her eyes open. Amon was kneeling beside the bed. He was fully in his human form, looking immaculate. The dark circles under his eyes were gone. His skin had a healthy, powerful glow.
He was holding a piece of soft, white fur that had been soaked in warm water. He gently, meticulously wiped the sweat and dried blood from her arms and chest.
When he finished, he pulled a thick, dry fur blanket up to her chin, tucking her in securely.
He looked down at her, his golden eyes entirely soft, brimming with a terrifying depth of devotion. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her neck, his thumb lightly tracing the new black mark on her skin.
"You are mine now," Amon whispered, leaning down to press a reverent kiss over the mark. "Forever."
He stood up and walked over to the fire pit. A piece of fresh, high-grade monster meat was roasting on a stick, the savory fat dripping into the flames.
He tore off a tender, bite-sized piece, carefully testing the heat against the rough skin of his forearm to ensure it wouldn't burn her, and walked back to the bed.
"Eat," Amon coaxed, holding the meat to her lips. His jaw was relaxed, a small, almost goofy smile playing on his lips.
Catherine glared at him. He looked so refreshed and smug while she felt like a broken doll.
She reached out with a trembling arm, grabbed the small fur pillow next to her head, and weakly threw it at his face.
The pillow bounced off Amon's nose. He didn't even blink. His smile just grew wider.
He caught the pillow, tossed it aside, and offered the meat again. "Eat. You need your strength. Then, I'll take you to the spring to wash."
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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.