Contos e Romances de Werewolf sobre Hot-Blooded

Derrick Caldwell once promised me that on the night of our pack's founding feast, he would announce that we'd been married for eight years. However, on the big day, his childhood friend, Lilith Sterling, takes my place. She sits beside him—the spot reserved for his Luna. The warriors say, "We heard you have a mate with whom you've been married for eight years, Alpha. Is this her?" Derrick smiles without denying it. He silently allows their assumption to stand. I want him to explain this to me, but he merely says, "You may have helped me become the Alpha, but your lowly birth is nothing compared to Lilith's noble status. As my mate, you need to be more tolerant." I don't argue with him. Instead, I turn and leave the pack he and I built together. Later, I start my own pack and turn it into the largest one in the federation. Derrick stands among the crowd during a ceremony where the Alpha King confers a medal of honor to me. He proudly tells anyone who will listen that I'm his wife. I act like I don't see him, and his eyes turn red with desperation.

Yuri's father calls and tells me to send his son, the Alpha heir and my childhood friend, home to meet his further mate. But Yuri Blevin is lying next to me, fast asleep and shirtless. Thinking it's just a joke, I nudge him and say with a light laugh, "Yuri, they said they've arranged a mate for you. What do you think?" He raises an eyebrow and lazily wraps an arm around my waist. "Then make sure you pick a nice suit for me. I trust your taste will impress her." When I freeze and say nothing, Yuri opens his eyes and lets out a carefree chuckle. "Hey, Ophelia, what kind of reaction is that? We're just casual lovers, right? Don't tell me you actually thought I'd make you my future Luna?"

In a kingdom ruled by a corrupt royal family, Asha Frostheart, the last of the *Frostkin*—an ancient and powerful werewolf bloodline—embarks on a perilous journey to reclaim her people’s lost legacy. With the ancient *Soulbone* magic shattered, she unites the scattered clans of the *Frostkin*, forging an alliance of outcasts, rebels, and oppressed warriors who have long been silenced under the crown’s rule. As the royal forces prepare to strike back, Asha must navigate betrayal, sacrifice, and the power of the land itself to dismantle the monarchy's grip on the kingdom. With the weight of her people’s past heavy on her shoulders, Asha faces a brutal decision: to destroy the very magic that has bound her ancestors to the land and secure freedom for the next generation, or risk losing everything in an unending war. Amidst fierce battles, shifting alliances, and the whispers of her ancestors, Asha's journey becomes a race against time—one that could either rebuild her people’s future or shatter it forever. *Frost's Rebirth* is an epic tale of power, sacrifice, and resilience, where the past and future collide in a fight for survival and freedom.

In a world where the Goddess’s power has been shattered and the wolves silenced, Sena Duneshadow, a young Mute Wolf, is thrust into a destiny that could reshape everything. For centuries, the Temple has kept the wolves under its control, severing their connection to the Goddess and enslaving them in silence. But when Sena discovers she is the Moonmarker, the key to restoring the Goddess’s power, everything changes. With the first fragment of the Moonmark in her hands, Sena becomes the symbol of a revolution. Alongside Caelum Ashveil, a fallen Battle-Priest with a past as shattered as her own, she rallies the oppressed and the forgotten, leading them in a battle for freedom against the Temple’s unyielding grip. As she embraces the power within her, Sena must learn to control her abilities, balance her emotions, and face the devastating truth that the curse placed upon her people runs deeper than she could ever imagine. In this epic tale of rebellion, self-discovery, and transformation, Sena must fight not only for her people’s freedom but for the very soul of the Goddess herself. The Starfire ignites, and with it, the dawn of a new era—one where the wolves are no longer slaves, and their voices will be heard once more.

Sixteen-year-old Vera Moonlock has survived the slums of the imperial capital by wit and stealth—but when a drunken soldier targets an innocent child, her dormant power erupts in a flash of psychic fury. Branded the “dream witch,” she’s dragged to the feared Judgment Tower, where the empire confines its most dangerous Alphas. There she meets Lucien Thornehart, the legendary Mad Wolf King, whose mind teeters on the brink of madness. Bound by necessity—and a fragile pact woven in the dream plain—they shatter their chains and ignite a rebellion under the rising Blood Moon. From the Howling Spire to the storm-lashed heights of Skyforge Citadel, Vera and Lucien must master their mismatched gifts: her star-blood dreamcraft and his feral alpha wrath. As they breach iron gates, outwit psionic dampeners, and rally hybrids and humans alike, they discover that the true enemy is not a single tyrant but the systemic fear that binds them all. In a final reckoning on a frozen lake, they redeem a fallen prince, unite former foes in the Constellation Accord, and found Ember Tower Academy—where the next generation will learn to guard freedom with fang and dream. *Dream Sovereign: Chronicles of the Blood Moon* is an epic saga of power, mercy, and the unbreakable bonds forged in shared nightmares.

I'm Alpha Bruce Smith's most docile and understanding daughter. In fact, I'm the type who obeys literally anyone's orders. When my parents pick me up at the Rogues' den and take me back to the pack, my adopted younger sister, Andrea Smith, begins making fun of me. "I thought the Rogues killed you for sure! I never thought you'd be able to return to the pack, safe and sound! You really are lucky! Why can't you just die already?" With hollow eyes, I just nod quietly. Then, I extend a claw and move to stab myself in the neck without hesitation. My parents are terrified out of their wits. They quickly stop me from hurting myself. But my older brother, Tobias Smith, remains impassive about my condition. "You really love attention that much, huh? What makes you think you can still remain my sister, anyway? You might as well drink some wolfsbane and die!" That night, I grab a bottle of poison and down it immediately. Tobias discovers me afterward. He whisks me to the hospital anxiously. When the doctor tells him that I'd die if he were two minutes later in discovering me, Tobias' complexion turns pale. Some time after that, when Andrea snatches my necklace from me, she loses her balance and falls down the stairs. Her fiance points at me while exclaiming, "It's just a necklace! If anything were to happen to Andrea, you'd better pay the price with your life!" Pay the price with my life, huh? I don't hesitate to draw the silver sword out of its hilt on the wall. Then, I slash my throat with it. My parents happen to witness it. Shell-shocked, they scream at the top of their lungs. "Call an ambulance! Hurry!" Tobias tries to stem the blood flow with trembling hands. He's completely stunned by the ordeal. What everyone doesn't know is that they've been calling me a lowlife during my five-year stay in the Rogues' den. Even if I could live 100 times over, those lives are nothing compared to Andrea. Even if I gave my life, it would never be enough—because to them, my life was never worth anything in the first place.

I was born a half-Alpha. My father was a powerful Alpha, while my mother was only an Omega. For as long as I could remember, the wolves in my pack had mocked me, taunted me, and called me cruel names. I thought everything would change when I turned eighteen. And it did—just not in the way I expected. I didn’t suddenly become stronger. The other wolves still bullied me whenever they pleased. Desperate to save Mother and myself from being cast out, I entered the annual Royal Selection. Who could have known that I would find my true family there—and awaken the Lycan power sleeping inside me? It turned out I had never been merely a half-blood. I was the last direct heir of the Lycan royal bloodline.

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be wiped out...] But they didn't know that staring at the gloomy, ancient castle, I wasn't scared. I was thrilled. Best of all, I’d already found an interesting helper: a man kneeling to kiss the back of my hand, calling me his... "little master."