Novelas web e historias de Beastman y Drama

Three thousand years ago came the twilight of the gods. The betrayal of the Fire God reduced all civilizations to ashes, along with order itself and the glory of the divine realm. Three thousand years later, upon the new lands created by the King of the Gods, the deities were gradually reborn. The silent and ruthless King of the Gods. The beautiful and gentle Queen of Heaven. The innocent yet cruel Fire God. The endless conflicts between gods and giants, the blessings left behind for a thousand years, the memories preserved within the Hall of Valor… To me, all of it had once been nothing more than tales recorded in ancient scrolls. Even my encounter with Loki felt like a destiny long foretold. Only after becoming engaged to him did I realize that my marriage to Odin had once been the happiest time of my life— and that Loki himself had been the one who destroyed that happiness with his own hands. Had there been no memories left by the God of Love, had the war between the two tribes never begun, I would have known clearly what I was meant to do. To remain by Loki’s side. To accompany him—from rebirth… to destruction.

She survived the end of the world then died and woke up as the fake heiress in a beastman novel, destined to die before the story even begins. Her family disowns her. Her wolf fiancé demands she kneel. Instead, Rosalind breaks his hand. Now five deadly beastmen want her… and one of them knows her secret.

“You are soft. I like these curves. No female in this realm has ever made me look twice the way you do. You tempt me.” Lyra stepped back. This time he allowed it. “For now,” he said softly. Lyra Kane thought she was joining a historic exchange program. Instead, she stepped into a world where women do not choose — they are chosen. From the moment High Lord Kaelith Vaelor laid eyes on her, the rules changed. He ignored protocol, dismissed his own court, and claimed the right to touch her without permission. In the Veil Realm, a male’s claim is final. Permanent. Absolute. This is a dark Sci-fi romance featuring a morally gray, dominant alien love interest and a human heroine navigating intense, high-stakes desire in an unfamiliar Realm. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

“No, I want to have your baby,” I blurted out. Damn it! The alcohol was messing up my words. “What?” A confused frown appeared on his face. “My ex cheated on me with my twin sister. I want revenge,” I explained vaguely. His frown deepened. “You can’t have revenge if he’s already your ex…” “I don’t care!” I cut him off. “I want you just for tonight, and you are not allowed to say no!” “What?” “Take me to your hotel room right now!” I commanded, then grabbed his hand. **** One night of tequila and betrayal. One mysterious stranger who reclaims her world. When Genevieve walks in on her boyfriend and twin sister, her world explodes in a devastating instant. Desperate to numb the pain, she drowns her heartbreak in alcohol—only to stumble into the path of a towering, dangerously handsome stranger outside a hotel restroom. Drunk, defiant, and burning for revenge, she demands one night with no strings attached. He’s an ethereal demigod with a lethal gaze, a jagged scar above his eyebrow, and a presence that commands total submission. In Room 1688, what begins as a wild act of rebellion spiracles into an intense, scorching encounter that shatters everything Genevieve thought she knew about desire. He takes control, claiming her body and awakening a dormant power deep within her. But when dawn breaks, the stranger is gone—leaving behind only a throbbing ache, a mysterious silver wolf signet ring, and an intoxicating warmth blooming in her chest. As her twin sister spins lies to turn the pack elders against her, Genevieve returns home changed. Who was the green-eyed stranger who possessed her so completely? And what happens when she discovers her one-night stand might be the most powerful, dangerous man in the werewolf world?

She went looking for a story. She found a curse. Kelsey Jones is a desperate reporter chasing an anonymous tip about a dead crypt in the Carpathian Mountains, and the moment she touches the ancient dagger inside it, she triggers something that hasn’t moved in a hundred years. Now she’s trapped in a gothic castle with the most dangerous creature in the hidden world, a Lycan King so cursed he kills to survive and shifts into a monster by night. He looks at her like he’s seen her before. Like he’s been waiting. Like she belongs to him. She has seven days before the curse becomes permanent. She has a glowing dagger that can end him. And she is slowly, terrifyingly, forgetting every reason she had to leave. The question isn’t whether she’ll survive him. The question is whether she’ll want to. Seven days. Two souls. One impossible choice. And a love so old it survived death itself — only to face something far more terrifying: THE TRUTH.