In a world torn apart by ancient hatred between Lycans and vampires, a cunning betrayal shatters a fragile peace. After centuries of imprisonment, the formidable vampire matriarch known as *the mother* is freed by a corrupted Lycan. With vengeance in her heart, she seeks to reclaim her lost power and unleash chaos upon both species. As alliances shift and secrets unravel, a young werewolf alpha and a human scholar must unite their people and confront their own demons to stop *the mother* before it's too late. But in the shadows, betrayal lurks, threatening to destroy them all.
The air was electric with tension as the lycans gathered in the grand hall, their voices echoing off the stone walls. The king, a towering figure with piercing yellow eyes and a thick, gray-flecked beard, stood atop a raised platform, his presence commanding attention. He raised his arms, and the chorus of roars subsided into a hushed silence.
"My dear brethren," the king began, his voice like thunder,
E"the time has come to defend our very existence! For centuries, we have lived in the shadows, tolerated by the vampires but never truly accepted. But we will not be silenced! We will not be enslaved!"
The lycans erupted into a frenzy of cheers and snarls, their fists raised in defiance. The king's eyes blazed with determination as he continued, "We know the vampires' power, and we know the terror of 'the Mother.' But we will not be intimidated! We will fight with every fiber of our being, with every claw and tooth, to protect our kind and our way of life!"
The Mother, the strongest vampire in existence, was a legendary figure, feared and revered by both sides. Her powers were said to be boundless, her strength and speed unmatched. But the lycans were not deterred. They knew that their own unique abilities, their capacity to transform and adapt, made them formidable opponents.
As the king finished speaking, a chorus of howls and growls filled the hall, a primal declaration of war. The lycans were ready to face their enemies, to fight for their freedom and their future. The stage was set for a conflict that would shake the foundations of their world, a war that would leave only one side standing.
The war started.
The king of the lycans, his fur matted with blood and his eyes blazing with defiance, stood tall despite the overwhelming odds. The Mother, her eyes blazing with fury, sneered at him, her fangs bared. The air was heavy with the stench of death and sweat as the two enemies clashed.
"You are no match for me, lycan," The Mother taunted, her voice like a cold breeze. "I have lived for centuries, and my power is boundless. You are but a mere mortal, a fleeting moment in the annals of time."
The king, his chest heaving with exhaustion, his muscles screaming in agony, refused to back down. With a snarl, he launched himself at The Mother, but she was too quick, too strong. She struck him with a blow that sent him crashing to the ground, his vision blurring.
As The Mother's grip closed around his throat, the king's vision began to fade. He flailed wildly, desperate to break free, but her hold was unyielding. In a last-ditch effort, his hand closed around a nearby wooden stake, and with a surge of adrenaline, he plunged it into The Mother's chest.
The Mother's eyes widened in shock, her grip on the king's throat loosening as she stumbled backward. The king, gasping for air, took advantage of the reprieve to strike again, and again, and again, until The Mother lay weakened on the ground.
The vampires, sensing their leader's distress, faltered in their attack. The lycans, emboldened by their king's bravery, launched a fierce counterattack, taking advantage of the vampires' momentary weakness. The tide of the battle turned, and the vampires were soon in disarray, fleeing in terror as the lycans pursued them with fierce determination.
As the dust settled, the king of the lycans stood victorious, his chest heaving with exhaustion, his eyes fixed on the fallen form of The Mother. He knew that this was far from the end, that the war would rage on, but for now, he savored the sweet taste of triumph.
The lycans, still reeling from the intensity of the battle, gathered around their king, their faces etched with a mix of exhaustion and triumph. The king, his fur still matted with blood, his eyes still blazing with adrenaline, stood victorious over the fallen form of The Mother.
As they caught their breath, they realized that The Mother was not dead. Despite the wooden stake still lodged in her chest, despite the flames that had engulfed her body, she still drew breath. Her eyes, though dimmed, still burned with an otherworldly intensity.
The lycans exchanged uneasy glances. They had never seen anything like this before. They knew that The Mother was ancient, powerful, and seemingly indestructible. They also knew that they couldn't let her roam free, not after all the destruction she had wrought.
With a collective effort, they bound The Mother in heavy chains, anchoring her to the rocky floor of a nearby cave. The king, his eyes never leaving hers, ensured that the chains were secure, that there was no way she could escape.
As the days passed, the lycans kept a watchful eye on their prisoner. They left her without food and blood as she grows weaker, kept her in darkness, despite all these, she was still breathing. They knew that she was waiting, biding her time, waiting for an opportunity to strike back.
The king, haunted by the memories of the battle, couldn't shake the feeling that this was far from over. He knew that The Mother's powers were still vast, that she could still manipulate the shadows, still command the loyalty of her vampire followers.
And so, the lycans remained vigilant, always prepared for the next move in this ancient, deadly game of cat and mouse. The king, his eyes fixed on The Mother's chained form, knew that this was a temporary reprieve, that the war was far from won.
The king of the lycans, aware of his mortality, called upon his most trusted advisors and warriors to his chambers. With a weak but determined voice, he spoke of his final wish: to ensure that The Mother of vampire remained imprisoned forever.
He created an oath, a sacred promise that would bind all future kings to this task. The oath was simple yet unyielding: "To keep The Mother chained, to never let her walk free again."
The king's advisors and warriors swore allegiance to this oath, vowing to pass it down through generations of lycan leaders. And so, the responsibility was transferred from king to king, each one reaffirming their commitment to this sacred promise.
As the years went by, the legend of The Mother's imprisonment grew, and the lycans never forgot the horrors she had unleashed upon them. They told stories of her cruelty, of her unyielding power, and of the bravery of their ancestors who had defeated her.
Each new king, upon ascending to the throne, would visit The Mother's prison, reaffirming their oath and ensuring that the chains remained strong and unbroken. They would speak to her, taunting her with her defeat, and reminding her that she would never again threaten their kind.
The Mother, though imprisoned, remained defiant, her eyes burning with a fierce hatred. She knew that one day, a king might falter, and she would be free to wreak havoc once more. But the lycans remained vigilant, their oath unbroken, their resolve unwavering.
And so, the centuries passed, with The Mother remaining a constant reminder of the dangers of complacency and the importance of honor, loyalty, and the unbreakable oath that bound the lycan kings.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
Eliana was framed by her best friend and her fiance into sleeping with a boy toy in the club and getting impregnated by him. Five years after she had given birth to twins, she returned home and worked under the Moran Group, where she met the CEO-- Maurice. Maurice was a brilliant businessman who did his job well. But in order to stay under the radar, he lived a double life. One as Maurice, and one as Preston. Fate brought the two together again, roping them in on an exciting love story. It all became more complicated when Eliana faced Preston, the man she had slept with before, once again. Now that she was being pursued by two men, how could she ever choose? When would Eliana uncover the secret of Maurice's identity? When was Maurice going to know that he already had two children of his own? How would Eliana face this man when the truth came to light one day? Come and find out.
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
"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?