The Strongest Vs Bolívar

Although the Supreme returns in order to pass his days peacefully, he was belittled by everyone. On his wedding day, with a wave of his arm, he summoned the Nine Great Gods of War to him, who addressed him as their master…

Dimitri Volkov is the Ice Prince of the Bratva—cold, calculating, and utterly untouchable. Nikolai Petrov is the Demon of the Syndicate—volatile, unpredictable, and obsessed with one thing: destroying Dimitri. For three years, their war has painted the city red. When a fragile truce is called, they meet on neutral ground at the Colosseum, an underground theater built for blood. But the meeting is a trap, and they're ambushed by a rival gang looking to take them both out. Forced to fight back-to-back to survive, they escape—barely. In the aftermath, something dark and dangerous begins to grow between them. The hatred is still there, but now it's laced with obsession, with desire, with a need that neither of them understands. When the tension finally breaks and they collide, it's explosive. But just as everything is about to happen, they realize the problem: they're both tops. Now they have to decide—do they walk away from the fire between them? Or do they rewrite the rules of the game and discover that surrender isn't weakness, but the most powerful move of all?

A dragging thirst and hunger for power, a desirous depraved woman, the one and only rightful heir to the throne and ruler for the people, scoundrels of vicious leaders, one crown. Who would be victorious? Fiora was only ten years old when everything was taken from her-her sovereignty, her family, her right to live. The all high and mighty Queen Helen, craftily worked her way into the life of his majesty, King Bard, alongside her twelve year old son. Months later, an unfortunate tragedy struck and claimed the life of the king, making Helen the ruler of the Central City. Her first decree as the queen commanded the banishment of poor Fiora, declaring it to be a punishment for murdering her own father, the late king Bard. The good doings of her late father attracted an uncommon favour as she finds herself in the domain of some good companions who risked their lives daily to inhabit her. Years later, she discovers there was more to her life than hiding in the corners, running from her true responsibilities. For the sake of her survival, along with everyone around her, she must find a way to break free of the invisible chains that encaged her from her true potentials.

Solana’s Clan was massacred by a group of hunters across humanity’s border. She had only found out of her true nature because of an incident she was in. She walked past the temple of an all-female alpha pack. Her eyes were examining the temple, and whenever her foot drops a bone-crushing will make a sound. She used to have a vision of a temple with nothing but blood and bones on it, and now that vision is right in front of her eyes. She couldn’t believe it wishing that all she’s seeing was a lie. “This was supposed to be my home,” A bone of a wolf was at the top of a graveyard that has a symbol on its side. A circle with six rays was drawn using blood. Her rage was too much to keep inside of her, all of the anger she was feeling was starting to pile up. She roars to mourn her clan, and it was heard throughout the entire supernatural border. It was a place where humanity and the supernatural made a border and promised never to set foot on each side, funny because Solana was both. Her roar made her known, A female Alpha, the last one standing amongst all of the Alpha's living in the supernatural border. Strong was known to be her clan’s trademark. She swore to never rest until she had tasted revenge until she spilled the blood of those responsible for her clan’s death. “I’ll kill all of them. They’ll taste their own men’s blood splattered across the border, hunters shall never exist. I will put an end to them. I will rise with my own pack, stronger and fiercer.

She was a package and he was the devil. And the devil always deliver.  Hired to deliver a package within a week, he was up to the task but he never expected unforeseen circumstances to delay his efficiency in his work. Vowed to live up to his reputation, he was ready to go through anything to see that he delivers but what would happen when he started getting close to the package? Or the fact that he started going beyond his belief wondering what would become of her when he let's her out of his sight? This was wrong, he is El Diablo, he has no heart, no emotion. He doesn't feel, he is not compassionate. What he does is accept jobs, deliver and gets paid and if you cross him? He doesn't hesitate to put a bullet straight to the head.  His name is feared all around, he is neat, he is never crossed, even his employers fear him. Parents tell his story to scare children and the ground shake at the very mention of his name. He is El Diablo and no one challenges him, no one except her that kept defying his orders.

The fight for freedom does not end after the death of the old Earl William, and the power-hungry seniors do not seem to stop here, so begins the story of the ascent of a young man, a last offspring of the Derby counts, who will fight for his fate, escaping the attacks. to which he is subjected by his enemies...