Alien Vs Predator Novels Novels & Stories

When Ivy returns home for the summer, she’s not the wide-eyed girl her billionaire stepfather raised after her mother’s death. She’s twenty-one now—sharp-tongued, sexy, and trouble in heels. The little girl is gone. In her place is a brat who knows exactly how to push Alexander Wolfe’s buttons… and maybe, just maybe, tempt him to sin. Alexander has spent years locking away his desire for the forbidden girl he swore to protect. He built empires and buried lust behind boardrooms and bourbon. But when Ivy saunters back into his mansion with those legs, that attitude, and that wicked glint in her eyes—every line he drew begins to blur. She wants to tease. He wants to ruin. But what starts as a game of temptation quickly spirals into obsession. As secrets unravel and past sins claw their way to the surface, the line between protector and predator, love and lust, begins to crumble. And when Ivy’s dangerous ex resurfaces and an unexpected pregnancy shakes their world. Alexander will be forced to choose between keeping his twisted desires in the dark… Or claiming his little girl in the most sinful way possible. He raised her like a daughter. Now, he’s ready to make her his wife.

“Kneel!” He commanded towering over her petite frame like a predator out for his prey. She immediately complied staring up into his eyes. “That’s like a good girl!” he complimented leaning down to trace her lips with his hand. “or should I say good cop?” he asked smile morphing into a sly one. Her eyes widened as she gasped in shock. Mabel Page, an FBI agent who had slowly worked her way to the top of her unit was suddenly given an undercover mission to infiltrate a Mafia lord’s harem and reveal his crimes. She immediately decided to refuse the offer as she never took on anything sexually compromising. Well, that changed when she saw the name at the top of the file. Grey Creed. He was her bane in the past. The cause of her waking nightmares. The man she swore revenge on. Now given the opportunity to make him pay, she accepts it and becomes his escort. The problem now is that he is slowly becoming her drug. The cause of her erotic dreams. The man she is addicted to. Will she submit to him and forgo both her mission as well as her thirst for revenge? Or would she see to it that he pays for his crimes. Follow Mira as she sets on the path for revenge. And well, a little bit of pleasure.

Synopsis: His Beautiful Cage Logline: Zara thought she was a ghost in her own life. Luciano knew she was the key to a war that has been brewing for centuries. The Hook: When Zara is snatched from a rain-slicked alley, she expects a ransom demand. Instead, she gets a mansion of marble, reinforced glass, and a man whose gaze feels like a promise and a threat all at once. Luciano is cold, possessive, and dangerous—and he claims he is the only thing standing between Zara and a fate worse than death. The Conflict: Trapped in a "beautiful cage" where every movement is watched by cameras and every breath is monitored, Zara begins to realize her life in the city was a carefully constructed lie. As fragments of a forgotten past—bloody memories and a name that isn't hers—start to surface, the mystery deepens. Luciano isn't just a captor; he’s a man hiding the truth about a supernatural Council and an ancient Seal that is slowly breaking. The Stakes: Outside the mansion walls, shadows are moving. Figures stand in the darkness, waiting for a chance to reclaim what was lost. Inside, the tension between Zara and Luciano reaches a breaking point. Every time he whispers Mi Tesoro or Mi Piccola, the line between protector and predator blurs. Zara must decide: Is she a prisoner of Luciano’s obsession, or is she the bait for a trap that will burn both their worlds to the ground?

When Dr. Elara Voss signs a blood pact with the reclusive Wolf King to save her brother from Lycanthropy, she expects a clinical transaction—not the scorching bond that sears her veins under the full moon. The terms are simple: one year of her life to bear his hybrid heir, in exchange for the serum that will cure her brother. But the Wolf King’s golden gaze holds shadows older than the forest, and his touch awakens a primal hunger she never knew existed. With each lunar cycle, Elara’s body betrays her. Her senses sharpen to inhuman levels, her skin hums at his proximity, and her dreams spiral into vivid, forbidden fantasies. Yet the closer she gets to the King, the clearer it becomes that their pact is no ordinary contract. It’s a trap—one that binds her soul to his, and forces her to confront the truth: the serum she needs might not exist. As the pack’s ancient enemies close in, Elara must navigate a world of shifting loyalties, where every ally hides a fanged secret and the line between predator and prey blurs. When the King’s true motives emerge—along with a curse that could destroy them both—Elara must decide: is she a prisoner of her own desperation… or the key to breaking a thousand-year-old chain of bloodshed?

Miles was livid. His father had to be joking, right? Marrying a nineteen-year-old girl? Who does that? He was twenty when she was born, for God’s sake. The very idea disgusted him. Not because of what anyone would say—Miles didn’t care about public opinion. Reclusive, cold, rude, and emotionally unavailable, he had no interest in the world’s judgment. But this? This felt wrong. He wasn’t a predator, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to marry someone two decades younger than him. But his father wouldn’t back down, and losing the company wasn’t an option. So, he reluctantly agreed. He would marry the shy, damaged girl who had survived the worst at the hands of her step-family. He made himself a promise: he wouldn’t touch her. He would protect her, not become another perverted man she’d have to fear. What he didn’t expect was how hard that promise would be to keep. She was undeniably beautiful—soft curves in all the right places, her presence igniting desires he thought he could suppress. Suddenly, Miles found himself fighting not just his morals, but his erection. But she was his wife. He could touch her, right? Or at least look? She was going to be his undoing.

With his height towering over her, he took gentle strands around her like a predator caging in his prey. “I'm sorry,” Ashley mumbled from her frightened and confused mind. “What are you sorry for,” He asked as he kept circling her. She was naive and innocent and that mere fact about her drove him insane, drove his wolf crazy. But how can he be so fascinated by someone who is not his mate he pondered. “What's your name?” he asked her in his hoarse voice. “Ashley, she replied calmly not daring to lift her face to meet his. “Sorry does not cut it, Ashley, you have seen me naked and it's only fair that I see you too,” he said, subconsciously running his hand through his wet hair after suddenly realizing what he had just said. ****************************************************************** With just a few months to his banishment, Alexander strikes a deal with a wolfless slave girl, to become his mate, so he can claim his right to the throne. Her name is Ashley, but everyone calls her "the weak wolfless luna", except her Alexander. What kinds of challenges they will have? Will he have his throne successfully? Will she be a qualified luna?

"In this pack, you aren't a guest. You're a trophy. And Alphas don't share their toys." Victor Cruz was a ghost. A premier dancer in a glass cage, hiding a lineage that could set the supernatural underworld on fire. When the Vargas brothers—the twin Alphas ruling the desert’s most brutal pack—offer him a seven-figure contract to be their "property," he takes it. It’s supposed to be a job: play the part, survive the heat, and disappear. Mateo Vargas is the charm—the silver-tongued predator who marks Victor with a scent so thick it screams mine to every wolf in the city. Alejandro Vargas is the blade—the cold, suspicious enforcer who wants to break Victor just to see what’s hiding underneath. One wants to worship him; the other wants to expose him. The Pack is hungry. But as the Vargas brothers pull Victor into a high-stakes world of blood-vows, ancient rivalries, and the looming threat of the Dragunov hunters, the lines of the contract begin to bleed. Victor isn't just a dancer anymore. He's a pawn in a war between Alphas, and the scent he’s carrying might just be the death of them all. In a world where loyalty is bought in gold and dominance is taken in blood, Victor must decide: will he run from the wolves, or will he learn to lead the pack?

So this is how the mate bond feels. A rush of energy, a pull like gravity tightening around us, and an almost maddening awareness of the other person. I wasn’t about to let it sway me though. Sure, the man in front of me is ridiculously perfect, but I wasn’t some love-struck fool who’d drop everything at the first spark of fate. I had a life, plans, and a fiancé waiting for me upstairs. I raised an eyebrow, forcing myself to stay calm even as my heart raced. “Take a number and get in line, sweetheart,” I said coolly, flashing the engagement ring on my finger in front of his gray eyes. “I’m otherwise occupied right now.” …Five years later, when I pushed the door open, my mate remained motionless on a leather couch, his piercing gaze boring into me with a cold detachment that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned back, the casualness of the gesture at odds with the intensity in his eyes. His arms rested lazily on the backrest, but there was nothing relaxed about him. His body was coiled tight, like a predator ready to pounce, and the air between us crackled with tension. “Is my number finally up?” he asks, his tone laced with bitter amusement. “My dear mate.” The words sting, but I can’t deny the truth in them. He is my last chance.

BLURB The first time I looked into Kael Draem’s eyes, I knew he wasn’t a man made for happy endings. He wasn’t crafted from kindness or tenderness. He was a wolf carved from scars and ink, a predator whose heart beat only for power. And yet. When his gaze pinned me in that crowded hall, when his voice claimed me as though the word mine had been written into his very bones, my entire world shifted. Every instinct told me to run. To fight. To hate him for the chains he wrapped around me. But wolves are not creatures of reason. We are bound by instinct, by bond, by a pull stronger than any vow. I told myself I despised him. That I would never bend, never surrender, never let his hands brand my skin with ownership. But then there were nights when the fire between us burned too bright to deny. When the anger blurred into something sharp and breathless. When his lips hovered just above mine, and I hated him so much that it felt like hunger. Kael was chaos. He was violence. He was the darkness I swore I would never crave. And yet every time he touched me, every time he whispered in that low, ruthless voice that I belonged to him, the fragile walls around my heart cracked a little more.

For ten years, Xender Stormriven loved Tristan Blackmoor. For three years, he served as the Blackmoor Pack’s secret weapon—a master strategist known in the underworld only as "The Ghost." He played the role of the devoted, submissive mate, enduring Tristan’s coldness and the stinging scent of another wolf on his husband’s skin. He thought loyalty would eventually win Tristan’s heart. He was wrong. Caught in the act with his ex-lover, Tristan throws a divorce decree at Xender’s feet, choosing a "delicate" omega over the soldier who bled to keep his borders safe. He strips Xender of his title and kicks him out of the Blackmoor Pack House into the rain, calling him a "useless drain on the pack." But Tristan made one fatal mistake: He forgot that Xender wasn't just a discarded mate. He is the most feared architect in the Nightfall Territory. Now, the Blackmoor Syndicate is facing a multi-billion credit collapse, and there is only one man who can save them. When Tristan crawls to the legendary Moonshade Atelier to beg for help, he doesn't find a faceless contractor. He finds Xender—flanked by the world’s most powerful Alpha, Lucien Varkane, and looking ready to watch the Blackmoor empire burn. Xender is done playing the victim. In this mafia werewolf world, if you aren't the predator, you're the prey—and the Ghost has finally come to collect his debt.