Introduction
I was ten when werewolves tore my family apart. I hid in a closet, listening to the wet, tearing sound of teeth sinking into flesh, and vowed to kill every last one of them.
Now, I’m the deadliest hunter in New Orleans. The scent of blood and silver is my perfume.
But tonight, a routine hunt went horribly wrong. Cornered in an alley by two massive, snarling beasts, I was suddenly saved by a blur of raw speed and violence. When the dust settled, I recognized the man standing over the corpses.
Aidan Thorne. Next in line for Alpha of the Crimson Pack. The very pack I’ve been tracking for months.
His golden eyes locked onto mine, glowing with a primal, possessive hunger that made my blood run cold. I pressed my silver dagger directly to his throat, ready to end his miserable life.
Instead, he smirked, completely ignoring the blade slicing into his skin. "You are my Luna, Roxanne. My fated mate."
To claim his Alpha title, he needs a wife. To destroy his pack from the inside, I need access to their deepest secrets.
"I'll marry you," I told him, plotting to slit his throat on our wedding night.
Chapter 1
They say you never forget the moment your life changes forever.
For me, it was the scent of burning wood mixed with blood.
I was only ten, but I remember everything like it’s carved into my bones. The way the night air felt too cold for summer, the flicker of flames dancing against the dark sky, and the screams—God, the screams still echo in my head. My mother’s voice, sharp with terror, my father’s desperate roars, and my little brother’s cries fading too fast.
I was hiding in the closet, just like my mom told me to. "Don’t make a sound, Roxanne," she whispered, her fingers trembling as she tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "No matter what you hear, no matter what happens, stay quiet."
I did.
I stayed quiet when the door crashed open.
I stayed quiet when the snarling started.
I stayed quiet when the blood splattered across the floor, creeping like dark vines toward the closet where I hid.
But I’ll never forget the sound—the wet, tearing sound of teeth sinking into flesh. The growls weren’t like anything human. They were low, guttural, monstrous. I peeked through the slats of the closet door, just for a second. Long enough to see claws where hands should’ve been, glowing eyes like molten gold, and blood dripping from sharp, curved fangs.
That night, I learned one thing: monsters are real.
And they destroyed my family.
I survived, but I didn’t live. Not really.
I existed, fueled by one thing—rage.
I remember a fire had started and the fire spread fast. The heat licked at the wooden beams, smoke curling toward the ceiling like a living thing. My lungs burned with every breath, but I didn't move. I didn't make a sound.
Through the slats of the closet door, I saw my father fight. He wasn't a weak man-he was strong, the kind of strong that made me believe nothing could ever hurt us. But against them, even he didn't stand a chance.
His silver knife flashed in the firelight as he slashed at the monster closest to him. The blade cut deep, carving into its side, but the creature didn't even flinch. It let out a low, guttural laugh, something almost human but twisted with something darker. Then, faster than I could blink, it lunged.
The next few seconds burned into my memory like a brand.
The sound of ribs cracking. The way my father's body jerked as claws ripped through him. The strangled, wet gasp he made before his legs gave out beneath him.
I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood, choking on a sob.
My mother screamed his name. She tried to run to him, but another one of them grabbed her, yanking her back by the hair. She fought-kicking, clawing, even biting-but she was no match.
And my little brother-God, my little brother.
He was only six. Too young to understand what was happening. He just stood there, barefoot on the wooden floor, his wide brown eyes filled with confusion and fear.
"Mommy?" his small voice wavered.
She tried to reach for him. "Run, Caleb! Run!"
He didn't.
He never got the chance.
A clawed hand struck out, too fast to stop. Caleb let out a small, surprised sound as the blow knocked him off his feet. He hit the ground hard, his little body crumpling like a broken doll.
Something inside me cracked.
I wanted to scream. To throw open the closet door. To tear them apart with my bare hands. But I was frozen-paralyzed by fear, by the overwhelming helplessness clawing at my chest.
Then I heard the worst sound of all.
Laughter.
Low. Cruel.
The monsters were laughing.
Like it was all a game.
Something inside me snapped.
My fingers curled into fists so tight my nails bit into my palms. My heart pounded like war drums in my ears. I wanted to move, to fight, to do something.
But I was ten. And I was too weak to stop it.
I stayed there, in that closet, while my family was slaughtered.
And when it was over-when the last scream had faded, when the fire had swallowed what was left of my home-l finally forced myself to move.
The closet door creaked open.
The bodies lay motionless, bathed in firelight. Blood stained the wooden floor, seeping into the cracks.
I stepped out on shaky legs, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Then I saw it.
A silver knife. My father's knife.
I dropped to my knees and grabbed it, the metal still warm from his grip. The weight of it felt unnatural in my hands, too heavy for a child.
But I wasn't a child anymore.
I clenched my fingers around the handle, my nails digging into the worn leather.
And in that moment, I made a vow.
A whispered promise to the dead.
"I will kill them all."
The flames roared higher, swallowing my home in an inferno of smoke and ash.
I didn't look back.
I walked into the night, the knife gripped tight in my hand, and swore I would never stop until every single one of them was dead.
Present Day
The cold wind cut through the alleyway, sharp as a blade.
I crouched low behind a dumpster, my breath steady, my grip firm on the silver dagger in my hand.
The werewolf was close. I could hear the slow, measured footsteps echoing against the brick walls. Smell the damp musk of fur and blood.
A rookie hunter would've rushed in blind.
I wasn't a rookie.
I waited.
The werewolf moved into the light. He was big-bigger than most-but that didn't scare me. I'd killed bigger.
He turned his head slightly, sniffing the air. His sharp, golden eyes narrowed.
He knew I was here.
Good.
I stepped into view. "Looking for someone?"
His lips curled into a sneer. "A little late for a girl like you to be out alone, isn't it?"
I twirled the dagger in my fingers. "Funny. I was about to say the same to you."
His smirk faltered. "You should walk away."
I lunged.
Fast. Precise.
The silver blade sliced across his chest before he could react. He roared in pain, staggering back, clutching the wound as blackened blood seeped through his shirt.
I didn't give him time to recover.
A kick to the ribs. A sharp twist of the blade. Another cut-this one deep, aimed straight for his throat.
But he was fast.
He dodged, barely missing my strike. Then he lunged.
I hit the ground hard, my breath knocked out of me. His claws slashed down, missing my face by inches as I rolled away.
Damn it.
I sprang to my feet just as he did the same.
We circled each other, both waiting for an opening.
"You're good," he admitted, breathing hard.
I didn't respond. I was already moving.
One feint. A second. Then I drove the dagger deep into his side.
He let out a strangled gasp, his body jerking as the silver burned through him.
I leaned in close. "You should've walked away."
With one last twist of the blade, he crumpled to the ground.
Silence.
Then, a slow clap echoed through the alley.
I spun around, dagger raised.
A man stood at the entrance, half-hidden in the shadows.
Tall. Lean.
Dangerous.
His dark eyes gleamed in the dim light, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips.
"Impressive," he said, his voice smooth as silk.
I didn't lower my weapon. "Who the hell are you?"
He tilted his head slightly, studying me with something that looked almost like
amusement.
"You'll find out soon enough."
Before I could respond, he turned and disappeared into the night.
I stared after him, every instinct screaming that this wasn't over.
Not even close.
And I was right.
Because that night, everything changed.
Forever.
Last Chapters
#170 Chapter 170: A Quiet World
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#169 Chapter 169: The Last War
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#168 Chapter 168: The War of One
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#167 Chapter 167: The Beginning of the End
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#166 Chapter 166: The Last Ascended
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#165 Chapter 165: The Thing in the City
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#164 Chapter 164: The First Hunters
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#163 Chapter 163: The Announcement
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#162 Chapter 162: What They Created
Last Updated: 4/24/2026#161 Chapter 161: The Test Begins
Last Updated: 4/24/2026
You Might Like 😍
Omega Bound
Thane Knight is the alpha of the Midnight Pack of the La Plata Mountain Range, the largest wolf shifter pack in the world. He is an alpha by day and hunts the shifter trafficking ring with his group of mercenaries by night. His hunt for vengeance leads to one raid that changes his life.
Tropes:
Touch her and die/Slow burn romance/Fated Mates/Found family twist/Close circle betrayal/Cinnamon roll for only her/Traumatized heroine/Rare wolf/Hidden powers/Knotting/Nesting/Heats/Luna/Attempted assassination
Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother
"What is wrong with me?
Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?
It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.
He’s my boyfirend’s brother.
This is Tyler’s family.
I’m not going to let one cold stare undo that.
**
As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.
Asher is a Navy veteran with battle scars and zero patience. He calls me "princess" like it's an insult. I can't stand him.
When My ankle injury forces her to recover at the family lake house, I‘m stuck with both brothers. What starts as mutual hatred slowly turns into something forbidden.
I'm falling for my boyfriend's brother.
**
I hate girls like her.
Entitled.
Delicate.
And still—
Still.
The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.
Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.
I shouldn’t care.
I don’t care.
It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.
It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.
I’m not here to rescue anyone.
Especially not her.
Especially not someone like her.
She’s not my problem.
And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.
But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.
Alpha Nicholas's Little Mate
What? No—wait… oh Moon Goddess, no.
Please tell me you're joking, Lex.
But she's not. I can feel her excitement bubbling under my skin, while all I feel is dread.
We turn the corner, and the scent hits me like a punch to the chest—cinnamon and something impossibly warm. My eyes scan the room until they land on him. Tall. Commanding. Beautiful.
And then, just as quickly… he sees me.
His expression twists.
"Fuck no."
He turns—and runs.
My mate sees me and runs.
Bonnie has spent her entire life being broken down and abused by the people closest to her including her very own twin sister. Alongside her best friend Lilly who also lives a life of hell, they plan to run away while attending the biggest ball of the year while it's being hosted by another pack, only things don't quite go to plan leaving both girls feeling lost and unsure about their futures.
Alpha Nicholas is 28, mateless, and has no plans to change that. It's his turn to host the annual Blue Moon Ball this year and the last thing he expects is to find his mate. What he expects even less is for his mate to be 10 years younger than him and how his body reacts to her. While he tries to refuse to acknowledge that he has met his mate his world is turned upside down after guards catch two she-wolves running through his lands.
Once they are brought to him he finds himself once again facing his mate and discovers that she's hiding secrets that will make him want to kill more than one person.
Can he overcome his feelings towards having a mate and one that is so much younger than him? Will his mate want him after already feeling the sting of his unofficial rejection? Can they both work on letting go of the past and moving forward together or will fate have different plans and keep them apart?
How Not To Fall For A Dragon
Which is why it was more than a little confusing when a letter arrived with my name already printed on a schedule, a dorm waiting, and classes picked out as if someone knew me better than I knew myself. Everyone knows the Academy, it’s where witches sharpen their spells, shifters master their forms, and every kind of magical creature learns to control their gifts.
Everyone except me.
I don’t even know what I am. No shifting, no magic tricks, nothing. Just a girl surrounded by people who can fly, conjure fire, or heal with a touch. So I sit through classes pretending I belong, and I listen hard for any clue that might tell me what’s hidden in my blood.
The only person more curious than me is Blake Nyvas, tall, golden-eyed, and very much a Dragon. People whisper that he’s dangerous, warn me to keep my distance. But Blake seems determined to solve the mystery of me, and somehow I trust him more than anyone else.
Maybe it’s reckless. Maybe it’s dangerous.
But when everyone else looks at me like I don’t belong, Blake looks at me like I’m a riddle worth solving.
Goddess Of The Underworld
When the veil between the Divine, the Living, and the Dead begins to crack, Envy is thrust beneath with a job she can’t drop: keep the worlds from bleeding together, shepherd the lost, and make ordinary into armour, breakfasts, bedtime, battle plans. Peace lasts exactly one lullaby. This is the story of an orphan pup who became a goddess by choosing her family; of four imperfect alphas learning how to be better. Steamy, fierce, and full of heart, Goddess of the Underworld is a reverse harem, found-family paranormal romance where love writes the rules and keeps three realms from falling apart.
A pack of their own
The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates
"Let me go," I whimper, my body trembling with need. "I don't want you touching me."
I fall forward onto the bed then turn around to stare at him. The dark tattoos of Domonic's chiseled shoulders, quiver and and expand with the heave of his chest. His deep dimpled smile is full of arrogance as he reaches behind himself to lock the door.
Biting his lip, he stalks toward me, his hand going to the seam of his pants and the thickening bulge there.
"Are you sure you don't want me to touch you?" He whispers, untying the knot and slipping a hand inside. "Because I swear to God, that is all I have been wanting to do. Every single day from the moment you stepped in our bar and I smelled your perfect flavor from across the room."
New to the world of shifters, Draven is human on the run. A beautiful girl who no one could protect. Domonic is the cold Alpha of the Red Wolf Pack. A brotherhood of twelve wolves that live by twelve rules. Rules which they vowed could NEVER be broken.
Especially - Rule Number One - No Mates
When Draven meets Domonic, he knows that she is his mate, but Draven has no idea what a mate is, only that she has fallen in love with a shifter. An Alpha that will break her heart to make her leave. Promising herself, she will never forgive him, she disappears.
But she doesn’t know about the child she’s carrying or that the moment she left, Domonic decided rules were made to be broken - and now will he ever find her again? Will she forgive him?
The Human Among Wolves
My stomach twisted, but he wasn’t finished.
"You're just a pathetic little human," Zayn said, his words deliberate, each one hitting like a slap. "Spreading your legs for the first guy who bothers to notice you."
Heat rushed to my face, burning with humiliation. My chest ached — not from his words alone, but from the sick realization that I had trusted him. That I had let myself believe he was different.
I was so, so stupid.
——————————————————
When eigteen-year-old Aurora Wells moves to a sleepy town with her parents, the last thing she expects is to be enrolled in a secret academy for werewolves.
Moonbound Academy is no ordinary school. It's here young Lycans, Betas and Alphas train in shifting, elemental magic, and ancient pack laws. But Aurora? She's just...human. a mistake. The new receptionist forgot to check her species - and now she's surrounded by predators who sense she doesn't belong.
Determined to stay under the radar, Aurora plans to survive the year unnoticed. But when she catches the attention of Zayn, a brooding and infuriatingly powerful Lycan prince, her life gets a lot more complicated. Zayn already has a mate. He already has enemies. And he definitely doesn't want anything to do with a clueless human.
But secrets run deeper than bloodlines at Moonbound. as Aurora unravels the truth about the academy - and herself - she begins to question everything she thought she knew.
Including the reason she was brought here at all.
Enemies will rise. Loyalties will shift. And the girl with no place in their world...might be the key to saving it.
Let Them Kneel
Cast out by her pack. Forgotten by the Lycans.
She lived among humans—quiet, invisible, tucked away in a town no one looked at twice.
But when her first heat comes without warning, everything changes.
Her body ignites. Her instincts scream. And something primal stirs beneath her skin—
summoning a big, bad Alpha who knows exactly how to quench her fire.
When he claims her, it’s ecstasy and ruin.
For the first time, she believes she’s been accepted.
Seen.
Chosen.
Until he leaves her the next morning—
like a secret never to be spoken.
But Kaelani is not what they thought.
Not wolfless. Not weak.
There is something ancient inside her. Something powerful. And it’s waking.
And when it does—
they’ll all remember the girl they tried to erase.
Especially him.
She’ll be the dream he keeps chasing… the one thing that ever made him feel alive.
Because secrets never stay buried.
And neither do dreams.
Rise of the Banished She-Wolf
That roar stole my eighteenth birthday and shattered my world. My first shift should have been glory—blood turned blessing into shame. By dawn they'd branded me "cursed": cast out by my pack, abandoned by family, stripped of my nature. My father didn't defend me—he sent me to a forsaken island where wolfless outcasts were forged into weapons, forced to kill each other until only one could leave.
On that island I learned the darkest edges of humanity and how to bury terror in bone. Countless times I wanted to surrender—dive into the waves and never surface—but the accusing faces that haunted my dreams pushed me back toward something colder than survival: revenge. I escaped, and for three years I hid among humans, collecting secrets, learning to move like a shadow, sharpening patience into precision—becoming a blade.
Then, under a full moon, I touched a bleeding stranger—and my wolf returned with a violence that made me whole. Who was he? Why could he wake what I'd thought dead?
One thing I know: now is the time.
I have waited three years for this. I will make everyone who destroyed me pay—and take back everything that was stolen from me.
Invisible To Her Bully
Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl
His eyes darken, flicking to my mouth.
"It's wrong. Your brother would slit my throat for just standing this close. But tell me, little bird" his breath ghosts my skin, "are you trembling because you hate me… or because you've wanted this just as much as I have?"
Wren thought she'd buried the chaos of New Orleans for good—the clubs, the blood-soaked loyalties, the men who lived and died by their kuttes. Seattle gave her everything she ever wanted: freedom, love, a future.
But one betrayal shatters it all.
Dragged home by tragedy, Wren finds herself under the watchful eye of Ezra Jax—the Raven Reapers MC's vice president and her brother's best friend. He's infuriating, dangerous, and far too tempting for a man she should never touch.
And the deeper Wren is pulled back into his world, the more she realizes nothing about her past—or about Ezra—is what she believed.
In the chaos of gang wars, mounting debts, and old betrayals, he becomes the one constant. The more she fights him, the harder she falls. And the more he pushes her away, the more lethal his pull becomes.
Because in this world, love isn't sweet.
It's brutal. Bloody.
And it's bound to break them both.
When loyalty is everything and love can cost your life, will Wren risk her heart on the one man she was never meant to love?













