Mga Web Novel at Kuwentong Slave Cultivation

Will she prevent their extinction? Werewolves are in trouble. They haven't been able to produce she-wolves and now Robyn is one of eight breed-able she-wolves known to still be alive. The rest are either too old, or dead. Robyn and her mother have led a quiet life hidden and out of the grasp of all wolves far away in the woods with a witch Robyn has only ever known as her grandmother. When the witch dies, the spell that had been in place for eighteen years secretly concealing Robyn and her mother is broken. In the clutches of the Alpha King, Robyn is given an ultimatum after she refuses his initial offer. The ultimatum: accept the offer and privilege of becoming the future Alpha Queen or become a breeder slave passed from wolf to wolf after his son is finished with her. Will Robyn betray everything she's ever known or will she find another way? Will she discover love and her fated mate or will she listen to her body and follow a bond forced upon her? Is true love in the cards for her or is she fated to a life of servitude? Follow Robyn as she faces impossible circumstances and makes friends in the most unlikely places as she discovers who she really is and who she was destined to become.

His mouth dropped to my neck, luscious lips skimming down until he licked the wound in my shoulder. His mark. I shivered out of raw desire. "The Alphas are outside this door. You're keeping them waiting." My voice sounded more like a moan. "They can wait." He stared at me through his long lashes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "You're liking this, aren't you?" He pulled my waist to him till I felt every ridge of his hard, strong body. His stiff rod dug into my back. "Feel that?" he pushed me closer, "Ever fucked a full-spirited Lycan on a full moon?" He mumbled into my ear and let out a chuckle that made my nipples tighten to pebbles against the soft fabric of my robe. "Right now, I will stretch you to your limits, trap my cum inside of you, while your sweet little cunt milks me again and again and again." "And you will forget everything except my name because you'll be screaming it loud enough to wake the dead." "By the time I slip out of you, you're going to be full with my seed, drenched in my scent, and want nothing more than for me to bend you over and fuck you till you can no longer walk." I turned to him, my clit throbbing, "Please." I whispered. *** Freya Spencer watched her mother die at the hands of both her father and a witch who pretended to be her mother's best friend. She was also the witch that cursed the Lycan king. Alpha Zane is the dark Lycan king of Adivaine who Freya was gambled off to. He needs to find his reborn mate to break his curse or lose his throne. What happens when he discovers that Freya is his mate?

She was born on a cursed night, abandoned at the gates of a dying citadel with nothing but a broken pendant and a black mark burned into her chest like a brand from heaven itself. For thirteen years, the girl with no name dug spirit stones from the earth while nobles crushed her beneath their boots and called her property. They took everything. Her name. Her freedom. Her right to bleed without permission. They forgot one thing. Even the forsaken have teeth. Beneath a collapsed forbidden cave, Amaya finds something the heavens buried on purpose. An ancient corpse. A forgotten throne. A cultivation scripture so cursed even the gods refused to claim it. The Ashen Heaven Scripture does not reward talent or noble blood. It feeds on suffering. On hatred. On every scar they carved into her body and every scream they forced her to swallow. She was the perfect vessel. Now the slave girl climbs. Not for justice. Not for mercy. Not even for freedom. She climbs because every cultivator who ever looked at her like she was nothing will one day look up at the sky and realize the darkness descending is her. The heavens cast her away. She will return the favor.