Werewolf Fantasy Web Novels & Rebel Revenge Stories

The night I died, I discovered my marriage was a lie. Alpha Rhydian Crowe never loved me. He married me to unite our packs, while I foolishly believed I had won his heart. Then Virelle Sorn plunged a silver blade into my chest and left me with one final truth: I had been a pawn from the beginning. But death was not the end. I woke three years earlier, on the morning of my wedding, with the memories of my murder still burning inside me. This time, I know better. I will not marry Rhydian for love. I will not trust Virelle. I will not become anyone’s pawn. But as I rewrite the future, strange cracks begin appearing in everything I thought I knew. The people I trusted hide dangerous secrets, and the man I swore to hate may not be the enemy I remember. The moon gave me a second chance. This time, I intend to survive.

She walked in and stopped immediately she saw her reflection on the mirror and casted a deep smile within herself. A smile of self satisfaction. A lot has happened within this past few years, when she was sold as a bait of sex toy to a ruthless Alpha of all Alpha's, Ricky! How she managed to melt the heart of the cold hearted alpha and gave him love instead and a son as a blessing but that's the tip of the ice berg. On the day, Alpha Ricky was supposed to mark her as his lawfully mated Luna. He flee and rejected her mercilessly. Now, she's turn to her revenge, she's no longer the weak girl anymore, she's now the Luna of Zion pack, she has grown into a powerful lady that has men crawl to her feet. Her name is Laura Nikita! Author's note: Dear Readers, this is not a regular Lovey dovey romance as usual from me, this is about vengeance, abused and forced sex. Avoid it at all cost,if you're weak hearted. I warned you after all...

I am a Catalyst. The Spark, the lore calls me. The problem with being a Spark was two-fold. Monsters were drawn to me. And I'd known so many of them that I found myself unable to be intrigued by any normal, human male. I was drawn to those dangerous breeds now, like a moth to flame, how much could I really resist their primal aggression? You'd think that with my time as a Spark, I'd have learned how to recognize each creature. But there were so many, I didn't know where to begin. Every male creature lusted for me, especially the monsters. And I for them. The trick I faced was in trying not to attract every unholy thing I came across. And when I did, in identifying which just wanted to possess me and which might actually kill me. I was clearly failing. On both accounts.