Logan, with his mark of fire, carries the burden of his desired legacy. Orphaned by a brutal horde's attack, "Run, Logan!" His father's desperate wheezing echoed in his memory. "They will stop at nothing to achieve their goals! He collapsed, gasping, as a warm, wet nose nudged his side. It was Anya, a young wolf from the neighboring Moonstone pack, with her sapphire eyes filled with worry. "Come with us, Logan." She pleaded in a soft voice. "The moonstone will protect you." Over the years, Logan grew into a beautiful, young, and handsome wolf. He trains hard to develop his fighting skills, but a shadow of his past looms over him. He said that one day he was walking along the border and met Anya. Her hair stood on end, and her eyes were filled with fear. "Garen, he's up to something. He wants to use your mark to control powers you didn't know you had." Logan's world explodes. Is the power hidden within it? Are Garon's true intentions shrouded in darkness? Betrayal and forbidden love spark a desperate fight for survival. Betrayal, prophecy, and forbidden love ignite the fight for freedom. Can Logan ignore the prophecy surrounding his fire sign, or will he become a pawn in Garon's game? Can forbidden love be transformed into a force for good, or will it lead to his destruction? Discover Logan's fate as you explore a world filled with pack politics, hidden forces, and a desperate fight for freedom.
"You deserve to die." The words were a gentle yet menacing whisper. Logan could feel the sharp edge of a sickle piercing the skin of his neck softly. Blood dripped down slowly onto the ground, staining it a deeper crimson. The moon however cast the shadows of trees about it, making the color a bit different.
Logan was held firmly in place by a strange woman in a cloak. There was something strangely familiar about her but he could not see her face clearly under the dim moonlight. "It was not his turn to die, but yours. I was going to kill you and you made him die."
"Please," Logan choked. "Let go."
"You beg to be released?" A wicked cackle emanated from the strange woman. "You are not even remorseful. You killed your father!" She roared, her voice blending in perfectly with the rumble of thunder. The blade of the sickle pierced deeper into his skin. More blood trickled down his neck as the rain began to pour buckets on him.
But why did Logan feel like it was just his face?
"You do not belong here, this is only a privilege," came the stern voice. "You cannot laze about and expect to be served. You are a commoner amongst the people; meant to be a servant."
Logan opened his eyes to be greeted by Candace Tewkesbury, the Luna of Fermyl. She held an empty bowl in her hand.
Looking at the wet bed and feeling water trickle down his face, he knew she was at it again.
"Out of the goodness of my husband's heart, we allowed you to live in the palace and not amongst servants," Candace said with contempt. "Stop taking advantage. I have told you times without number that as soon as the sun is up, you should be out helping the servants and then by noon, be at the training ground."
"I have been obeying your instructions thus far, your highness," Logan said. "Forgive me for slacking this once."
She only harrumphed and exited his room.
Logan's nights were characterized by nightmares, while his mornings were described by him being woken up by torturous methods. He was glad that today had been less brutal.
Many a time, he would wake up to his skin being singed, a needle being stuck in his body, or something along those lines. He wiped his face and sat up, groaning.
He looked around himself and sighed, knowing that, as the Alpha King was going on a trip soon, the luxury of having this room would cease. He would be returned to the servant quarters by the queen.
He stood up from his bed and went to the bathroom. He smiled sadly, seeing a bath made ready for him by the maids.
All of this will soon end. He thought to himself as he undressed.
Once he was done bathing and had out on fresh clothes, he walked out of his family. It was the worst part of his day, as he had to stare at the unpleasant faces of Lun and her daughter.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," he said, bowing to the Alpha before taking a seat. The dining room was arranged in such a way that one of the long ends of the table was pushed against the wall. The king sat at one short end, the queen at the opposite end, and the exposed long end had two seats. One for the princess, and another for him.
He hated that he had to sit beside her for each meal.
"Son," the king said with a smile, "You are quite late for breakfast."
There was a snort from the Queen as she heard her husband call him "son".
"I apologize, your highness," Logan replied.
"Did you have trouble sleeping?" The king, Thaddeus, asked.
"Not at all," Logan replied. "I had a good night's rest."
"You do not look like you did," Thaddeus said worriedly.
"The food will get cold," Luna Candace commented with a tight smile. She hated how attention had been drawn to Logan.
"You are right, my dear," replied Thaddeus. "Let us dig in."
As courtesy mandated, Logan waited for everyone to take a bite of their food before he bit into his. He got a sneer from Luna but did not mind.
"Father," it was Getrude that spoke. She was the King and Queen's only child. "I hear you will be traveling."
"Ah yes." Thaddeus wiped his mouth with a napkin. "There is a meeting of Alpha's to go on at SilverLine."
"Shall you have escorts?" Logan asked, genuinely worried. Silverline was the center of all werewolf packs. For every six full moons, the Alpha's of each pack usually held a meeting to renew peace treaties, settle disputes, and whatnot, but sometimes it ended in bloody conflicts that turned into full-blown wars.
"I do not think that concerns you, dear Logan," Candace said in a biting tone. "Do not involve yourself in these complex matters."
"I shall," Thaddeus replied, ignoring his wife. "I wanted you to escort me at first, but I think it will be better if you stay behind and help me supervise the guards. Desdemona will most likely be present."
Logan sucked in a sharp breath at that name. Anger coursed through his veins, and water was getting ready to sit at the corners of his eyes, but he tried not to let his emotions show. He knew he could not afford to show any sign of weakness or bitterness.
He gave a tight smile, dropping his cutlery, and then he put his hands underneath the table on his lap, balling them into fists. "I understand your concern, your majesty."
As he said those words through almost gritted teeth, Logan felt a warm hand squeeze his hands under the table.
He shot a suspicious glance at Getrude, who gave him a soft and shy smile before looking away and retracting her hands.
Why on earth is she comforting me? Thought Logan to himself.
Framed. Disgraced. Silenced. Ivana Castillo lost everything the night she was accused of seducing her godfather's son: her home, her dignity, and the child growing inside her. Cast out by the people who once called her family, she vanished without a trace. Six years later, she returns with a new name, a thriving business, and a burning need for revenge. Her ex-best friend is now the wife of the man who ruined her. The man himself is rising in power, but he doesn't know he has a son. And the family who betrayed her is hiding more secrets than she ever imagined. Ivana isn't back to forgive. She's back to make them pay. One lie destroyed her life. Now, her silence is over.
Scarlett Hale never wanted to marry Damien Cross, but when her stepmother forced her into a contract to save her father's company, she had no choice. Damien was in a coma. Everyone believed she'd soon be a widow and tossed aside. But then he woke up. Enraged and trapped in a marriage he never agreed to, Damien swore to ruin Scarlett, and if they ever had children, he'd destroy them too. Four years later, Scarlett returns, hiding a secret that could cost her everything. She's not alone. She has twins, his twins. And they know exactly who their father is. When her son hacks Damien's system and sends him a taunting message, the ruthless billionaire realizes his past isn't buried after all. *"Come and get me, asshole!" Now, Damien is coming for answers. And Scarlett must do everything in her power to protect the only family she has left... even if it means facing the man who once vowed to destroy them.
When Lucas Blackwood's business empire faces a hostile takeover, he turns to his late father's will for a solution: marriage. According to the will's clause, Lucas must marry within a year to retain his inheritance. Emma Brooks, a talented but financially struggling artist, enters the picture. Seeing an opportunity for financial relief, she agrees to a contract marriage proposed by Lucas. However, their agreement comes with a condition: they must convincingly portray their love to the public and even to themselves. As their emotions become entangled, Lucas and Emma must navigate a web of deceit, desire, and danger. They face challenges from rival billionaires, relentless paparazzi, and hidden agendas that threaten to tear them apart. In a world where trust is scarce and love is seen as a risk, they must navigate the treacherous waters of their fabricated romance to avoid the clause becoming their downfall. In "The Marriage Clause," passion and power collide, presenting high stakes for both Lucas and Emma
Annabel, the last child of the St. Claires' discovers that she is the price her father paid for a favour. In a glitzy realm of relentless ambition and insatiable desires Anabell is trapped in the cold embrace of an arranged marriage but fate has a wicked sense of humour, for the billionaire tycoon she is forced to wed is Ethan Cresswell, the very man who shattered her world years ago. As their lives are entangled in a load of complex misdirection, lust, and treachery; revenge dances on a tightrope, threatening to consume them both. Each step taken to exact revenge brings them closer, whispers of an ancient curse echoing through their shared desires. Hidden agendas are unveiled and devastating secrets are exposed, the stakes skyrocket to a level unimaginable. Can love survive the wild storm of forbidden desires and shattered illusions? Or will the ruthless pursuit of revenge eliminate their chances for redemption?
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
In Lothlann Continent, talent in martial arts won cultivators respect. Darren Chu, a mediocre talent in martial arts, was deemed a loser by everyone. His status changed when a fireball fell from the sky and hit him on the head. He cheated death. Empowered with the ability to assimilate other creatures' talent, Darren sought to better himself and seek vengeance against those who had wronged his family, including his little sister. "You will kneel in front of me one day," swore the future lord of martial arts.
Blurb "Part your legs for me, princess" Alpha Damian humored huskily like he was intoxicated, I whimpered as he voice sents a jolts of emotions round my body. An emotion that I wasn't supposed to feel. Selene was 18 years old when she found out that Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crescent pack was her mate at her Awakening ceremony. Being a reject with no parents she lived with him for over one year as a slave and he never acknowledged her as his mate because he couldn't accept a reject as his mate. On her 20th birthday, her mate not only rejected her and chose her best friend; Imogen, as his new mate, but he also sold Selene to the most feared Alpha; Alpha Damian of the Crimson Moon pack whom everyone referred to as a beast. Not knowing why Alpha Damian chose to buy her, she can only resign herself to fate. What has the moon goddess installed for me again? Is this the freedom she solely crave for? Will she be tied down with the shackles of the unknown?
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?
A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule - no love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn't looking for a relationship. She's focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.