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The Moonlit Hunter

The Moonlit Hunter

Lena is the one and only daughter of the great king of werewolves community,but her Father died before she was born and her Mother leave their community to protect her child from being one of them, unknown to her ,the child (Lena ) will inherit who her Father is due to absence of any sign from Lena. Lena grew up and her mother eventually died, Lena later became a successful urban lawyer living in the heart of the city. Lena get married to a very rich husband and die to absence of her parents she didn't border to ask where he works or how he is very rich. But her life takes a drastic turn when she discovers that she is a werewolf. Suddenly, she finds herself torn between her desire to maintain her human life and her newfound animal instincts. Lena soon learns that she is not alone and that there are others like her, living among the city's human population. But as she delves deeper into her werewolf identity, she uncovers a dangerous world of supernatural politics, where rival packs are vying for power and control. As Lena struggles to come to terms with her new reality, she must also navigate the treacherous waters of romance, as she finds herself drawn to a powerful and mysterious alpha werewolf, who may hold the key to her past and her future. But with danger lurking around every corner, Lena must choose carefully whom she trusts, for one wrong move could mean the difference between life and death. In Moonlit Hunter, follow Lena on her journey of self-discovery as she battles to find her place in a world where humans and werewolves collide, and where nothing is as it seems.
Alpha’s curse and slave

Alpha’s curse and slave

Alpha of Alphas. That's what Xerxes existed for the rest of the world, but a beast hindered in human form. I detested him. I halted excavating the prosperity in his smile and the vicious turmoils he birthed upon me with his one feverish gaze, no longer tremble me. My soul that yearned for him, for my other half ceased the longing the moment I witnessed his true self. He kept me begging. He kept me within the palm of his hand, playing with me as if I were his doll, crushing my dreams and never excluding hope little by little each day. The eternal love I instilled during our early meetings squirmed into ashes. His soft gazes successfully confined me into misconception for he never planned to repay my emotions yet all he left me with is misery for a lifetime. Xerxes was my brother's closest friend and the strongest, a male who many women from diverse packs hungered over desperately hoping he would end up being theirs. He was a wicked seducer indeed for those striking heterochromatic orbs of his, and flirty smiles that entangled many, including me. And just like that, I was deluded. The moment he elongated his claws to rip the heart of my brother clearly in front of me whilst I cried and screamed for him to spare my only family. He doesn't feel any sorrow, yet he passed me a vicious grin of his. He shows his true colors. Beauty is an illusion and Xerxes Celeste is a deception. He made me pay for sins I've never committed. His definition of love and adoration is fully modified into obsession and suffering. The hands that caressed my skin lovingly induced sparks of want every time he touched me now left wild marks of his ownership each night. His warm embrace that kept me warm on cold nights now suffocated me. He was no longer a human. No longer the male I desired. His eerie has surrendered to the beast that resided inside him yet he never succeeded in breaking me. He killed my family, destroyed the pack I grew up in, massacred the people I was raised by. Yet he left me alive, to suffer for eternity, by his hands. He taunted me, my emotions were just new exciting toys for him. He calls me his flower for he wants to watch me writhed under his fingers.
The Alpha's Hybrid Doctor

The Alpha's Hybrid Doctor

Adela was born into a royal Vampire family but lived her life as a commoner because of her parent's sins, according to the laws of the Coven. Her Father who was the King, fell in love with a human and even got married to her, thereby leading to his removal and he was replaced with his younger brother, Mabon. Few years later, after the birth of Adela, the former King and his lover dies mysteriously, leaving their child into the hands of the cruel world. Adela grew up in the coven as an orphan and so learned to be a physician, to continue the legacy of her mother who was rumoured to have magic hands as a healer. Turns out fate had more surprises in store than just making her into a healer as the fulfillment of a long time prophecy came up and she meets with the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, the Coven worst enemy. He kidnaps her and forces her to confess that she's the prophesied Hybrid that is meant to bear a powerful son. She refuses to talk although she knows that she is the one and is therefore kept in captivity for weeks. A plague broke out, Bergan contacts the disease and she is suddenly passionate about helping him heal, changing her mind towards him. Their relationship goes from complex to romance and soon they begin to fight their way to their destiny which is to both bear a son that will make everything come true. Will the prophecy come true? Will they successfully unite the werewolves pack and vampire coven together? Will there love conquers the battles and challenges ahead?
THE WOLF KING'S BRIDE

THE WOLF KING'S BRIDE

They said the prophecy was an ancient myth-whispered, tucked between the covers of bedtime tales, always ending in blood. But Aria was always drawn to the forbidden, to the whisper of trees after sunset, to the wolf-song that lulled her to sleep. Born under a dwindling moon, with a silver crescent stamped barely above her heart, she was not the same from the start. The village midwife had gone pale when she'd caught sight of the mark. Her mother had held her tighter, whispering prayers. The old stories warned that a girl like her would call the Wolf King back. No one ever said what he would do once he came back. Now, she knew. On the night of the Blood Moon, he came out of the forest, tall and unyielding, his eyes burning embers and his voice a wisp of smoke that curled around her. He didn't speak at first-he only looked at her, as if she was the last piece in a puzzle, he'd been trying for centuries to finish. "Waited lifetimes for you," he whispered, his hand cradling her cheek, rough and warm. His touch shouldn't have shivered down her spine-but it did. She should have screamed. Should have run. Yet her body leaned into his, as if it recalled something her mind had forgotten long ago. "You're mine, little moon," he whispered against her flesh. "Not because the prophecy requires it. but because I've burned for you in every single life I've ever had." Her heart was racing in her chest, caught between fear and desire. She was no warrior. No princess. Just a girl with too many questions and not enough sense to say no to the crazy fire in his eyes. And yet, when he pulled her into his arms and carried her into the forest, when the pack closed around them and the stars wheeled overhead, Aria didn't fight. She held on tight. For deep in her heart, something wild stirred. Something that wanted to love him. Or kill him. The Wolf King had claimed her as his. But Aria was no one's prey.