For as long as he could remember, the boy had felt different-his instincts sharper, his reflexes faster, his mind quicker than those around him. But nothing could explain the strange, rhythmic pulse of energy beneath his skin, centered on an ominous symbol etched deep into his back-a living mark that felt more like a heartbeat than a scar. Determined to uncover the truth, he scoured ancient texts, piecing together fragments of forgotten lore. And then, the revelation struck like lightning: he was not fully human. A beast lurked within him, caged in the depths of his soul-a wolf spirit of immense power, sealed away until the moment its energy gate would be forced open. But knowledge came at a cost. The Dark Alphas-shadow-cloaked enforcers of an ancient order-had been watching. They had long hunted for one like him, a being whose untapped power could tip the scales of dominance. They moved in the night, striking with ruthless precision, tearing him from his world and dragging him into theirs. Bound in chains forged to suppress his growing strength, he endured torment in the depths of their lair, his body weakened, but his mind unbroken. Then came the fateful night-the moment he made his escape. But as he fled, the Dark Alphas' monstrous leader emerged from the shadows, his claws wreathed in black fire. With a single, merciless strike, he slashed across the pulsing symbol on the boy's back. Agony like he had never known tore through him, searing his flesh, but something far greater was awakening beneath the pain. The seal had shattered. A surge of raw, untamed energy exploded within him, coursing through his veins like wildfire. The world around him trembled as an unseen force rippled through the air. His breath came ragged, his body trembling at the sheer magnitude of the unleashed power. Yet-he did not transform. Something held it back. The darkness stirred. The ground itself seemed to whisper in anticipation. This was not the moment of his awakening. No-this was only the beginning. And somewhere in the unseen depths of fate, the true transformation waited.
Wolves
are deadly hunters of the wild, fierce,
and cunning in their ways.
Yet, even their natural prowess pales in comparison to the might of werewolves-the deadliest predators of the dark. Born of the alpha lineage,
werewolves are not mere creatures of nature but beasts of legend, forged in shadows and bound by the rhythms of the moon.
Their transformation is a spectacle of raw power,
triggered by the rise of the full moon when its pale glow awakens its true essence.
In this moment,
they shed their human guise, revealing a fearsome form:
Towering figures with rippling muscles, razor-sharp claws, and eyes that burn with untamed fury.
Vehement and unstoppable, they are predators no mortal warrior would dare to face.
But the hierarchy of these nocturnal beings extends beyond the alphas. Beneath their imposing dominance lie others of similar yet distinct power:
the omegas,
the lunas, and the betas.
They are all fierce and unstoppable, beings of raw power and primal instincts.
But here's the truth-so was I.
I wasn't just an ordinary man;
I was one of them.
Gifted with the strength of a super beast, I was no mere mortal anymore.
My abilities weren't just for survival; they were meant for battle, for facing the dark and monstrous forces that ruled the universe. The moon beasts of the night, creatures of shadow and destruction, were among the first I faced.
These unholy monsters, along with countless other horrors, had plunged the world into an age of darkness.
Light had been banished for centuries, buried under the weight of their evil reign. But that was when I was chosen.
I was marked-branded, even-as the guardian.
My mission wasn't just to fight; it was to restore what had been lost. I became a hero,
though I never sought the title. My purpose was clear:
To bring back the light, to push back the darkness that had spread too far for too long. It wasn't just about strength; it was about hope,
about standing tall when the world had forgotten what it meant to rise.
This is where my story began.
The chronicle of a man turned beast, a warrior driven by a cause bigger than himself. It was never easy, and the battles were brutal,
but every scar I earned was a step closer to reclaiming what was stolen from us all. This is how my journey started,
and it's far from over.
* * *
My name is Alex Cage.
I'm just a young boy, though some would say I'm more of a teenager at heart-in spirit, flesh, and soul.
Life has always been simple yet full of little mysteries in Greenlake,
the town village where I live with my mother.
Greenlake is no ordinary place; it's nestled right in the middle of a lush forest, surrounded by six neighboring villages. The air always smells like pine and rain, and the evenings are filled with the sound of crickets and distant owls.
My mom is everything to me.
She loves me more than words can say and shows it in every little thing she does, from the warm meals she makes to the way she always checks if I'm okay.
Life hasn't been easy for her, especially after we lost my dad.
I was just 12 when it happened-barely old enough to understand the weight of it all. Back then,
I was still a kid, too young to fill the gap he left behind.
I also have an older brother, but he's worlds away, living in Taiwan. We don't see him often, but I know he's out there, doing his thing.
It's just me and Mom here now, holding down the fort in our little corner of the world.
As for me?
I'm just a student, nothing too extraordinary.
But I've got my passions-the things that light up my days and keep me going. I love writing novels, losing myself in made-up worlds and characters.
When I'm not writing, I'm buried in books, devouring fiction from all kinds of authors or flipping through comics that spark my imagination.
Movies are another escape and video games? Let's just say they're my go-to when I need an adventure without leaving my room.
Life might seem quiet here in Greenlake, but between the forest, the stories in my head, and the dreams I chase, it feels like anything is possible.
After the morning instruction at St. Deutrine Church,
I decided to head back home.
The lessons had been good, but my mind was already wandering to the comforts of my little house tucked in the heart of Greenlake.
It didn't take me long to get there. I made my way through the winding paths that connected the six neighboring villages, each one bustling with life in its way. The air smelled of fresh earth and distant cooking fires,
a mix that always reminded me of home.
When I finally reached my door, I raised my hand and knocked three times-
"Kpom, kpom, kpom."
The sound echoed softly in the quiet afternoon.
"Coming!"
Came my mother's familiar voice from inside.
I could hear her footsteps as she made her way to the door, her pace steady yet eager. A moment later,
the door swung open, and there she was, her face lighting up at the sight of me.
I stepped inside,
the coziness of our home wrapping around me like an old blanket.
I was dressed casually-a polo short-sleeve shirt, slightly worn but comfortable, paired with jeans and sneakers.
My grayish-black emerald eyes scanned the room out of habit, catching the soft light filtering through the curtains.
A simple wristwatch sat snugly on my wrist,
ticking away the hours like it always did, a quiet companion to my days.
The house smelled of spices and something baking in the oven.
My mom had probably been busy in the kitchen while I was out.
She gave me her usual warm smile,
the kind that made everything feel right even when
the world outside seemed overwhelming.
"Where did you go?"
My mom asked as soon as I stepped through the door.
"To the church,"
I replied, making my way inside, and heading toward the living room that led to my room.
"What for?"
She pressed her voice following me.
"Morning instructions,"
I answered,
not stopping as I walked.
"Alright then.
Hurry up, have your breakfast, and get ready for your lectures at school,"
She said, moving toward the parlor.
"Okay, Mom,"
I called back, already halfway to my room. I reached the door, opened it, and stepped inside.
The familiar sight of my small space greeted me,
a mix of comfort and chaos. I let the door click shut behind me and took a seat on my bed.
The moment I sat down, I felt the fatigue settle in.
My shirt was slightly damp from the walk back, and my body was weighed down by a mix of heat and exhaustion.
"Oh, my gosh,"
I muttered, running a hand through my hair as I sighed heavily.
I leaned back for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, letting my mind drift.
"What next now?"
I said to no one in particular.
My gaze wandered across the room, landing on something that immediately caught my attention.
A comic book lay on the edge of my desk, half hidden under a pile of papers. I reached over and grabbed it.
The name on the comic's cover gripped me instantly, sending a thrill through my mind. Dr. Wolf. It was bold, mysterious, and utterly captivating.
"Ha, this has to be good," I muttered to myself, curiosity already sparking.
"Let me see what it's all about."
Without wasting a second, I flipped open the first page.
My eyes landed immediately on a haunting image-a massive, terrorizing werewolf standing beneath a blood-red moon. Its eyes glowed fiercely, and its claws looked sharp enough to tear through steel. The scene felt alive, as though the beast might leap off the page at any moment.
I froze,
the image stirring something deep within me. My mind flashed back to the dream I had last night-a dream that had left me drenched in sweat and my heart pounding like a drum.
It was no ordinary dream; it was vivid, terrifying, and unforgettable.
Werewolves.
They were everywhere-the huge, menacing pack of alphas. Werewolves. Their forms loomed in the shadows, hulking and feral, their eyes glowing with a blood-red hunger that locked onto me like prey.
I found myself trapped in the heart of a devastated forest.
The trees were hollowed and broken, their twisted branches clawing at the sky like the fingers of a long-dead giant.
The air was thick and cold, filled with the stench of decay and something far worse. My gaze swept around the haunting landscape, searching for any sign of escape or safety,
but the forest seemed endless, a maze of darkness pulling me in deeper.
Each step I took felt heavier than the last, as though the ground itself wanted to swallow me. But I couldn't stop, not now. As I cautiously moved forward, my breath shallow and my heart racing, a sound jolted me to a halt.
It started faint, like a distant drumbeat-thump, thump, thump. Then it grew louder, more distinct. A gallop. Or something heavier.
It was the kind of sound that made your stomach drop before your brain even had time to process it.
I turned quickly, and my blood ran cold. Emerging from the shadows, tearing through the fog and the broken trees, was a massive pack of dark alphas. Their monstrous forms charged forward, each one a nightmare-given flesh.
Their glowing red eyes burned into me with a terrifying focus, unyielding, as though they could already taste my fear.
Their growls shook the very ground beneath me,
a guttural warning of the chaos they would unleash if they caught me.
I stood frozen for a moment, paralyzed by the sheer terror of their approach. Then my instincts roared to life. Run.
The word screamed through my mind, and I bolted, my feet pounding against the uneven forest floor.
My heart raced, each beat thundering in my chest as I pushed myself forward, leaping over roots, ducking beneath low-hanging branches,
and weaving through the towering trees.
Their howls pierced the air,
a bone-chilling reminder that they were closing in.
I glanced over my shoulder, and my fear doubled.
They were faster than I could have imagined,
their massive frames cutting through the forest with terrifying ease.
Their glowing eyes never left me, their jaws snapping with anticipation.
"No, no, no,"
I muttered under my breath, my voice barely audible over the sound of my panicked breathing. I pushed myself harder, legs burning and lungs screaming for air,
but it wasn't enough. They were closing the distance, gaining ground with every passing second.
The growls were so close now, that I could feel their heat against my back.
My body screamed at me to keep running, but my mind was already racing ahead, searching for a way out,
for something-anything-that could save me.
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission—carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?