Dazed and blinded by her chase for a mate the society thinks was too late for her to find, for power that was believed was meant for only men, Rose walks on torn and prickles on the journey of anger of dissatisfaction, until the night her village got burnt down by the ruthless alpha king of the north. What is more befitting than finding one's mate and living the life you've always dreamed about? Rose is the eighteen year old werewolf who thinks she has seen it all, being unable to find and shift into her wolf form,which lurks somewhere deep inside her, and friends who mocks her around the village. But what's worse? Not finding her mate or not being able to shape shift? Alpha Aiden is the powerful, ruthless and feared Wolf who scattered through territories, irritated by the filth and cowardice of many Alphas. He's on a conquest to concur territories across the face of the earth. He is determined to continue a long lost dynasty of the power between the bloodlines of werewolves while also protecting the iron throne, hoping that one day he would find his Luna and rule side by side with her. What happens when a prophecy comes true? "The one who's mate appears with blood, fire and chaos shall concur not only the werewolves bloodline, but the wars that may come after".What happens when Rose's anticipation turns into a nightmare after finding her own true mate? When Alpha Aiden skatered what was left of the Blue moon pack, he hadn't thought he'd find a woman so right, it hurt so bad yet so good. When push came to shove, he finds himself dying inside, wanting nothing else but his beautiful mate who seemed to despise him so much. While the history of a terrifying conceurer pack starts repeating itself, Alpha Aiden finds himself gradually getting drawn from the woman he so much sought for. He's determined to give the life to his beautiful mate and wouldn't stop at any cost.
Chapter one.
" listen well and listen with your minds open. A night shall come when we would be in darkness for ages. The time lurks near and closer children, and it is no joke," Larkin said, her voice bold in an intimidatingly creepy and fear instilling way, her eyes wide as they stared from the children's faces to faces " a hundred years ago, when your mothers and fathers were but pups, when the bushes told tales to the ones you who listened well, a disastrous event happened. The night called the 'blood night'. It was a night never seen before. A night of total blackness, a night when hell froze over, a night which lasted for many Winters until werewolves couldn't shift and had to starve for many many months, hoping that the night would go away. It was a night when the blood riders crawled from behind the tall walls of the creeks and struck hard, giving an end to many many werewolf bloodlines, many of their kinds......"
I lowered my head and leant against the straw walls of the old elder Larkin's straw inn. I drank the last content of squashed purple lily flowers from the cup, feeling it's bitter taste burn down my throat. I couldn't believe she still told this pointless stories to kids. The popular story about some "blood night" was nothing but myth, stories told in the dark to young wolves. Stories told to instill fear on them so as to be careful about entering other territories. But Larkin said it like it was a real thing. She wasn't even born then!
I looked at the kids seated on straw mats around her, fear in each child's face as they looked into Larkin's, as they let her story instill fear in them. The view nearly got me smirking. Kids.
I looked out the door beside me, into the dark night that was dimly lit around the inn by fireflies and fires burning from sticks hung around the house. I could hear the chatters coming from the village, asking me what the hell I was doing inside this inn meant for Larkin's wobbly stories and babies who believed her words.
I looked back and saw how engrossed Larkin was on her story so I quietly stepped out, feeling the night's air hit my face. I shut my eyes, sniffing the air. This was one of those nights that makes you wanna tear out of your clothes, shape shift and run through the woods like nothing else mattered. Sadly that would remain merely a wish for me.
I walked out of the compound and maneuevered my way around the oak tree that stood just outside it, climbing down the stone steps that lead from Larkin's house into the plain grounds of the pack territory.
I felt the sadness wash inside me as I realized the only place I could go to at a night like this one was the Clinic where my mother worked as the pack's midwife. My mother, Gina, was the pack's midwife and sometimes surgical doctor. She tended to the wounded, whenever they went to fight with the enemy packs. Mother always told me I belonged in the clinic because I was a shewolf. Women weren't made for the fights, men were. When the men went off to fight, the women stayed behind to protect the younger wolves and the pack house. I spent my Winters learning how to tend to wounds from my mother and now I took pride in showing off my skills whenever the men came back from the wars.
As I approached the lake where the young pack members always stood around swimming and having fun, I heard Carl's deep voice as he talked and laughed with his friends.
Carl was one of the young werewolves who protects the pack's territory whenever the older men went for war. He was tall and well built around his chest and arms, his curly brown hair doing justice to his green eyes. I'd have found him incredibly beautiful if he wasn't such an asshole all the damn time. I'd probably run off from this pack if I woke up one day and found out that he's my long waited mate. The thought causes me to sneer silently as I approached him.
He soon notices me and instead of passing the ball on his hands to Jeffery, he holds it still and turns to smirk at me.
'Oh no, not tonight' I mentally cried.
" Look who we have here " Don, his third friend said amidst laughter, putting an arm over Jeffery's shoulders.
'just take deep breaths, Rose' I tried to calm myself down while ignoring them completely.
" Are you just gonna keep walking and pretend we aren't talking to you, Rose? " Carl finally speaks, bringing my attention back to him.
I stopped walking just as I was about to pass them and turned to face them. They stood on a line, Jason, their fourth friend coming to join them. They all stood inside the water, their bare chests dripping wet, their hairs smeared across their faces.
While Carl was the tallest and well built among them all and unmistakably the most handsome, Don was a complete opposite. Except that he was extremely fast in running. Jason on the other hand was black haired, muscular on the right places and well built too. So far he was also the nicest of them all. Jeffrey was a red haired walking pervert who always made jokes about finding his mate.
While their parents and the elders of the pack looked up to them with so much love, I saw them as nothing but nuisances to the pack.
" Done checking us out yet? " Don blurted, earning a scowl from me.
" Hell no, Don! " I retort.
" Where are you off to? " Carl asked, his eyes mocking " the midwife tent? "
I felt the anger burn through me and I clenched my fist.
" Go on then, we men are just gonna.....have fun here " He added, showcasing his muscular upper body to me.
Just then, I realized I'd been stupid for stopping in the first place. What was I thinking? This is them. They're always gonna be this jerks in the pack.
I faced forward and continued walking.
" Yeah, keep walking, Rose! " I heard Don's voice before I disappeared through the dark back of the next house.
Aurora, a strong-willed and compassionate princess, is next in line to inherit the throne of the mystical kingdom of Eldrador. However, her parents' sudden passing leaves her with a daunting task: choosing a suitable partner to rule alongside her. According to ancient tradition, the queen must select a group of four noble suitors each representing a different element (earth, water, spirit and the sword which slays), to form a sacred bond and ensure the kingdom's prosperity. Aurora is torn between her duty and her desire for true love. As she navigates the complexities of court politics and magic she finds herself drawn to each of the four suitors, each with their unique personalities and abilities. But she has a childhood crush that she cannot move on from, a shadow walker and highly ranked ninja, Kael StarSeekera who would appear later to defy all that she knows and believes.
Logan DeAngelo, one of the top ruthless and feared Italian Mafia boss in the country is reeling from a painful loss in his business inflicted by a peasant family whom he swears to make pay in blood. Everything is about to be upturned when he gets a beauty as collateral. Nothing seemed to matter more until the night he was given Layla Quins, thrown into his arms. Layla is one of the few young beauties his mafia world would ever stumble across on the street. Suffering from a heartbreak while struggling to deal with the fact that her friends got into college while she has to wait for a miraculous scholarship that would begin to bring her life together, More than anything she wants to turn her love in arts into a career that she actually loves. Only she never expected for her life to take a drastic turn. If only she knew the day she waved at her best friend after their part time job together was going to be the last time she saw her, if only she knew she was seeing her ex boyfriend for the last time that night, then perhaps she would have given him the chance to say what he had wanted to say to her. But when she is subjected to the cruelties of this hard hearted, notorious, ruthless and devil impaled mafia man as well as his twisted love, will she actually start to see the bigger picture of how they weren't so different and how much he truly loved her? Was she willing to forgive a family that saw little in her and learn to love him back even though it was out of her control? Layla sets to change this man's ways and thaw his frozen heart from his cold past and crumble the walls he has built to guard his heart. But what she didn't know was the more she penetrated his insides, the more she made him open to the enemies who has longed for his blood for countless revenge.
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."