Contemporary Web Novels & Dominant Superpower Stories

Hazel Greene was never supposed to be taken. She was just a small-town mechanic with a filthy mouth and a dangerous obsession. One reckless night, she joked about letting the ruthless President of the Iron Sons MC kidnap her… tie her up… and use her however he wanted for sixty filthy days. Jax “Reaper” Harlan heard every word. Now she’s his. Snatched off the street, thrown over his bike, and locked inside his compound, Hazel quickly realizes her dark fantasy has become a terrifying reality. The man she wanted so badly is colder, harder, and far more dangerous than she ever imagined. He owns her. He controls her. And he has no intention of letting her go when the sixty days are over. But Reaper isn’t the only monster who wants her. The rival Vipers MC president has been watching Hazel for months, and he’s willing to burn everything to the ground to take her. Blood is already spilling. Fingers have been cut. War has begun. Trapped between two savage men, Hazel must survive a brutal world of loyalty, violence, and raw dominance. Every touch from Reaper brands her deeper. Every defiance pushes him closer to the edge. She asked for the devil. Now she belongs to him. Sixty days. No mercy. No escape. Warning: This is a very dark MC romance with explicit content, violence, and triggers. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

In the mysterious town of Raven's Peak, Asher Nightshade, a brooding and secretive werewolf, lives a solitary life. His world is turned upside down when Ember Wellesley, a free-spirited artist, arrives in town. Despite the danger, they're drawn to each other, and their forbidden love blossoms under the light of the full moon. As their relationship deepens, Asher's werewolf pack and a rogue pack led by the vengeful Julian St. Clair threaten to tear them apart. Ember must confront her own dark past and the secrets surrounding Asher's world. With the full moon rising, Asher must choose between his love for Ember and his loyalty to his pack.

I’ve always lived a quiet, ordinary life. School, long shifts at a small diner, and a grandmother who raised me without ever really talking about my past. No parents. No answers. Just a life I learned not to question too deeply. Until the day she called me. Her voice wasn’t normal. It was shaken, breathless, like she was forcing herself to stay calm while everything around her was falling apart. And all she said was simple: Don’t come home. I didn’t understand it. I still don’t fully understand why I didn’t listen. But I went anyway. And after that, everything started to change. People I didn’t know began showing up in places they shouldn’t have been. Small moments started feeling wrong in ways I couldn’t explain. Like something I couldn’t see was slowly closing in around me. Then I realized it wasn’t random. It was aimed. At me. And by the time I tried to make sense of it, I was already too deep in something I was never meant to stumble into. Now I’m caught in a situation I don’t understand, surrounded by silence, half-truths, and people who act like they already know more about me than I know about myself. And the worst part? My grandmother wasn’t just scared for nothing. She knew something was coming. And somehow… it still found me.