Is Wenclair Canon In Wednesday?

I gave my husband five years of loyalty, he repaid me with betrayal in my own bed. So I walked away with my pride, silence, and a secret that could ruin him. I thought that was the end with that family until another Weston stepped into my life. Xavier Weston offered me a deal I couldn’t ignore: his name, his protection, and a chance to watch my ex-husband lose everything he ever fought for. All I had to do was become his wife. It was supposed to be that simple. A contract to sign and a role to play. But nothing is ever simple about the Westons, and Xavier is the most dangerous of them all. Escaping might not be an option for me. Because the man I thought was just a mistake, a cold arrangement I thought I would one day walk away from… is slowly becoming the only place I feel safe. And when the truth finally came out, I had to face the one thing I never planned for, What if the man I married for power and protection… turns out to be the one I was always meant to love?

I smelled it the instant I sat on my bed. My heart picked up its pace, and slowly, I got on my feet, careful not to make a sound. But suddenly, he was there, idling by the mirror, his golden eyes dangerously darker behind those glasses. I tried to speak, but only an inaudible sound came out. “Whose perfume do you have on you, Isabella?” His deep-set tone covers every inch of my room. I should be terrified. I was. Yet my big mouth got the better of me. “It’s none of your business.” “You kissed him,” he said, leaning away from the mirror. “And you are engaged,” I retorted, raising my hands exasperatedly. “I guess this night is just full of surprises.” In the blink of an eye, before I got my last word out, he was right in front of me, one hand on my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could taste the warmth of his breath on my tongue, and unconsciously, my eyes fluttered closed. My father abandoned me seven years ago. So, when my mother ships me off to spend my senior year with him in Westside Eden, I expect the worst. I don’t expect wolves. Or the nerdy man with golden eyes who looks at me like he wants to kiss me… and kill me. I don’t expect his younger brother to fall for me. Aiden is everything I should stay away from – rude, cold, untouchable, every girl’s dream, engaged. But every time danger finds me, he’s already there, watching… Lying to me. And then, I discover the truth. The reason Aiden has been watching, the reason my father walked out on us all those years ago. And the reason my new best friend wants me dead.

At Blackwood Academy, the best way for the weak to survive is to be invisible. Gwendolyn lived like that—hiding behind thick glasses, an outdated hairstyle, and oversized uniforms to conceal her true beauty. She accepted being ridiculed as a clumsy nerd for peace. No one knew she was actually the heiress of a top-tier powerful conglomerate. However, endurance could not shield her from the cruelty of high society. A merciless romantic bet exposed, her sincerity turned into a joke, and a cold rejection from her family drove her into a fateful rainy night. Falling into the abyss, Gwen thought death would end it all. But she didn't die; she only awakened. After the summer break, Gwen returned with a sharp, layered haircut, a refined style, and a cold, independent aura. She didn't care about revenge because those who once trampled on her were no longer in her league. She only wanted peace. Yet, the tree wishes to be still, but the wind will not subside. The instigator of the bet grows restless; the boy who once ignored her now begs for her gaze; and the elite try to corner her again. They forget that the line between a lamb and an alpha White Wolf is paper-thin. If any fool dares to cross the line, Gwen will use her terrifying capability and family backing to crush their pride under her heels. The chessboard has flipped. Do not anger a wealthy heiress seeking peace, and absolutely... Do not wake the White Wolf!

Leyanne Cruden is a very old yet powerful witch in present day who is dissatisfied with the world as we know it. An immortal who stopped ageing in her late twenties. She has lived through so much and lost so many that it has jaded her personality and she no longer knows if she is good or bad. A vision leads her on a purpose to find an awakening hunter who threatens the existence of all supernatural beings. Like her he's young, immortal and everything that can destroy her. His creation was purely for the purpose of wiping the earth free of supernaturals. To prevent this tragedy she must assemble a coven of mixed creatures and figure out how to avert the destruction of magic before it's too late. They do say that sometimes the one thing which is the worst for you is the one thing you want the most - Dante Torres, a hunter with the ability to end her life. She will need to let people in if she has a hope of succeeding, as even a witch as powerful as her can not do it alone. With a collection of supernatural characters, love and heartbreak.

For nearly five centuries, no child has drawn a first breath. The Creator sealed the womb of the world, and humanity learned to live without its future. But in the depths of Triune, another kind of genesis rose. From the Middle comes a child with power and lineage to rival the Creator. Not born, but woven. Not raised, but awakened. Bodies shaped by design. Souls coaxed from silence. Each one a crafted echo of what humanity once was. Those who survive their emergence ascend to the Upper. Those who falter are reclaimed by the dark. On the night meant to mark their passage into adulthood, five friends stumble upon a truth older than scripture and sharper than prophecy: The first humans were not what they were told. The gods were not who they claimed to be. And the Children of Triune were never meant to ask why. Some truths don't set you free, they come for you.

We all think monsters are just stories. I thought so too. My life in New York was normal. Art, school, my mom, my fiancé —everything made sense. Until my twenty-first birthday, that fortunate morning, I woke up to see symbols carved into my walls, drawn by my own hands while I sleep. Symbols I still don’t understand.. but somehow feel. I start to see flashes of a ginger hair in a crowd, a shadow lurking outside my window, a presence that never leaves. I told myself I was imagining it. Until the night i followed that feeling into a club.. and watched my stalker stab, behead and murder something that looks human but isn’t. Now my mother is gone. My world starts to fall apart. Creatures I can’t explain start hunting me. And my stalker with beautiful, amber eyes—the one who carries a blade like it’s part of him—becomes my morally grey hero. Vaelora Clarke’s life shatters the moment she discovers the Shadow World— a hidden society of demon hunters, vampires, werewolves and creatures that should only have existed in imaginations. Thrown into a dangerous reality she was meant never to remember, Vaelora must uncover the truth about her past, her missing mother, and the mysterious power awakening inside her. At the center of it all is Zane Mystralyn. He’s lethal, possessive and obsessed with keeping her safe. He was raised as a ruthless demon hunter, he was taught to hunt, to kill, to feel nothing. But Vaelora, his little red, was the one thing he was never trained to resist. As dark forces close in and an ancient artifact becomes the key to everything, Vaelora has to embrace the truth about her past and above all, the blood that runs through her veins.