Action Web Novels & Possessive Apocalypse Stories

In a moment of life and death, I never thought my husband of three years would sacrifice me for my best friend. Pushing me, his loving luna, into the blood thirsty rotting crowd of mutant werewolves…kicking me to my death. Lying on the cold damp ground I watch on as the shutters close on the pack house, protecting the two people I loved most in the world. As the mutants ravage my body, I take a last excruciatingly painful breath….a ghostly voice echoes around me, “I am giving you a second chance to right the wrong against you.” A bright light burns at my eyes, forcing me to breathe again…I wake three months before my death. I am back…I am reborn…and I know exactly what to do….

The night the moon turned black, the world ended. Humans became *Infected* — bloodthirsty monsters that hunt in the dark. *Ethan Cole*, 24, ex-soldier, is the only thing standing between death and his 8-year-old sister *Lily*. On the first night of the apocalypse, he meets *Selena Voss* — a 25-year-old girl who’s Infected herself… but still fighting to stay human. When the System awakens, Ethan becomes a *FIGHTER*. Selena is an *INFECTED*. To survive, they form a *Blood Bond* — sharing pain, strength, and fate. If one dies, the other falls. Now every night the Black Moon rises, the Infected get stronger. To live, they must hunt *Black Crystals*, level up, and stop the *Cult of the Black Moon* before they complete a ritual in *Melbourne* that will turn the entire world. *The mission:* Reach Melbourne in 3 days. *The enemy:* High Priest Malric and his High Command. *The stakes:* All of humanity. Survival. System. Dark Romance. Every night is war. Every crystal matters. And the deadliest danger? If Selena loses control… Ethan will be the one who has to kill her. *A 100-Chapter War for Survival Begins.* _Partners by bond. Enemies by night._ ---

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

"Who needs love when I can see the future?" After being betrayed by my boyfriend and best friend, I died and then woke up five years into the past, bound to a mysterious system. The quest my System gave me—just two weeks before the zombie apocalypse—was simple: find the most dangerous man in the city and make him my protector. Unfortunately, that man is a psychopath. A mad dog everyone fears... and the only person capable of keeping me alive. With Foresight, a pocket dimension, and memories of the world's end, I intend to rewrite my fate. As long as I survive him first. (Mature theme present #threesome)