Novelas web de Action Paranormal e historias de Dominant ambientadas en Twist

"You're mine, little human spy." ``` I remember hunting the Lycan. I remember barely escaping with my life. But when I returned home, W.O.O.T. claimed the mission never happened. Instead, I'm sent undercover to infiltrate Thorne Innovations and investigate its enigmatic CEO, Darius Thorne. It should've been just another assignment. Then I meet Darius Thorne. My body instantly betrays me. A strange mark I've never been able to explain burns beneath my skin. Nightmares I'd rather forget become impossible to escape. Every stolen glance from Darius awakens a terrifying sense of passionate familiarity I can't explain. And every heartbeat tells me to run... ...or surrender. The more I uncover about the man I'm spying on, the more I begin to question my mission, my memories, and the people I've trusted my entire life. The I realise... some secrets aren't buried. They are waiting to be remembered. {This story contains themes of sexual content, violence, captivity, psychological distress, and strong language. Reader discretion is advised.}

After Varethkaal is sealed, Clara and Ashani uncover evidence that WildWood was only one node in a network of ancient, sleeping powers. The roots of these dark entities—known to the Yanuwah as the Deep Ones—spread beneath ley lines and forgotten places. Now, something has begun to stir in the northwest, near a coastal town where strange weather, disappearances, and madness are creeping inland. Emily’s spirit lingers, tethered to the new node… and a child, born near the ruins, may carry a seed of the old darkness.

She was the lowest among them, an omega meant to serve, to obey, to be forgotten. Until the Alpha touched her. Until he marked her with words that felt like a promise... and shoved her off a cliff like she was nothing. Ayla thought betrayal had a name, a face, a heartbeat she once trusted. She thought the crashing water would be her grave. But death didn’t claim her. The dragon did. She awakens not in darkness, but in silk sheets soaked with sweat, her body wracked with fire, strangers calling her Queen Liliana. The child they beg her to bring into the world is no wolf pup, it’s something older, deeper… and hers. Now fire sings in her veins. Scales burn beneath her skin. She remembers being Ayla. But they swear she is a queen, reborn through flame and fury, the last of the dragon-blooded line. Torn between two lives, two names, two fates… Was she reborn by fate’s hand, or was she always meant to rise? Because if this isn’t death, then it must be the beginning… of the Dragon Queen.