Anakin Burned Novels & Stories

“Take it off, dusha moya.” His voice was a low, feral growl against my ear. His kisses trailed down my neck—slow, claiming, deliberate. His gaze burned where it landed… on my ring. The ring my husband gave me. The husband who wasn’t him. “Why?” I whispered, breathless. Cassian’s lips brushed my chest, hot and possessive. “I don’t want any trace of him on you while I fuck you.” The ring slid off my finger. The jewel hit the floor. And my world shattered all over again. — Elara Mei was the perfect daughter—obedient, quiet, raised to follow orders without question. Even when it meant breaking her own heart by leaving Cassian Ivanov. Years later, her father signs a contract with the powerful Ivanov family. The price? Her marriage to their second son. She accepts. Like she always does. Until she discovers the truth— Her new husband’s brother is the man she once loved. The man she never stopped loving. The man who will burn the world to claim her back. Caught between loyalty and desire, duty and obsession, Elara must make an impossible choice: The man she’s bound to by contract… or the man who owns her heart, her body, and her ruin?

My mate, Raelor Thorne, is the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack. He once swore that in this lifetime, he would mark only me. Yet one month before our marking ceremony, he insisted that he must first mark with Seraphine Morcant, his late brother's mate. He claimed it was to comfort her and preserve his brother's bloodline. He said he would help her conceive an heir, so the line would not die. I refused. He brought it up every day after that, pressing harder each time, leaving me no room to breathe. Then, half a month before the ceremony, I received a report from the Pack Healing Sanctum. It stated clearly that Seraphine had already been marked and was nearly one month pregnant. In that moment, I finally understood. Raelor had never intended to ask for my consent. So I canceled the marking ceremony. I burned every token that tied us together. On the day we were meant to bind our lives, I left Silvermoon Territory alone. I traveled to the Obsidian Pack to further my mastery of healing arts and formally accepted the position of Chief Healer within their Order. From that day forward, there would be nothing left between Raelor and me. No bond. No mercy. No return.

"Alpha Sylus... what should we do with her?" the guard asked. "You know what to do," Sylus said coldly. “Burn her. Dead or alive.” Bloodied and broken, Hazel Shadowfell lay on the cold stone floor. Whipped. Shamed. Betrayed by the very people meant to protect her — her own mate and father. And though death loomed, one thought burned in her heart: They will all pay. Born a powerless Omega in a bloodline built on strength, Hazel was nothing more than a pawn in her father’s ruthless pursuit of power. Forced to mate Alpha Sylus Blackwood — the most feared Alpha in Florida, a man known for cruelty and bloodlust — Hazel became trapped in a nightmare. Haunted by visions of a monstrous creature and warned of a destiny she cannot yet understand, Hazel is thrust into the brutal world of the Blackwood Pack. But beneath the surface lies a web of secrets — her true powers, her family’s dark past, and a curse that may shape her fate. When betrayal leads to her brutal death, Hazel awakens… transformed. No longer the powerless Omega they sought to burn, she is reborn — marked as the destined mate of the cold and ruthless Lycans King. Now, a curse stirs — hungry for vengeance. Will Hazel rise and unleash it upon those who wronged her? Or will her new fate lead her down a path no one — not even the gods — could predict?

For as long as I could remember, a family scorecard hung by our front door like a corporate dashboard. At the end of the semester, my older sister Ava ranked first in her class, and Dad stuck a bright gold star beside her name. I had studied until my eyes burned, but my score still came in exactly three points lower than hers. Dad shook his head in disappointment and drew a huge red mark beside my name. "Mia, do you know how much money you cost this family this month?" He tapped at his calculator and said in a cold, businesslike tone, "Tutoring, supplements, private coaching. Five thousand dollars altogether. Terrible return on investment." "Starting next month, your allowance is in the negative by two thousand. You can work it off by taking over every chore in this house." Ava's eyes curved into a smile. "Mia, according to the performance rules, starting today you have to handle my laundry for a whole year." I clenched my fists, but all I could do was nod. That night, I hid in the bathroom and searched how to raise grades fast. A strange forum link flashed onto my screen. "Do you want to make a trade?" "Give up what is yours. Receive what you desire." "Tap to begin."

Reader discretion advised. Adults 18+ only. Alisa Verene was the stain on her family's name—the illegitimate daughter of House Verene, forever living in the shadow of her perfect half-sister. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much of herself she gave, she was never enough. Love, praise, and pride were reserved for Naomi. Until him. Victor Ravencroft, the second son of a powerful house, saw her—cherished her—and for the first time in her life, Alisa believed she could be wanted. Loved. But love, too, was a lie. Naomi destroyed her marriage with a single revelation: she was carrying Victor’s child. The affair hadn’t started after the wedding—it had never ended. Alisa had been nothing more than a pawn, a convenient gateway to the woman Victor truly desired. He married her not out of love, but proximity. A sister’s castoff. A wife in name only. Shattered, humiliated, and burned by betrayal, Alisa refused to fall quietly. She demanded a divorce—and with vengeance in her veins, she did the unthinkable. She turned to Leo Ravencroft, Victor’s older brother, the cold and untouchable heir. And with steady eyes and a broken heart, she asked him for a favor that would set the entire Ravencroft name ablaze: A fake marriage. A lie to rival the one that ruined her.

"Hubby, I am hungry."   He looked at her with a gaze full of tenderness and asked, "What do you want to eat?" He asked her.   "You..." she said shyly to him. She said her face was red.   Hubby, I love you so much."   "Hubby, how do I look?"   "Hubby this, Hubby that..." ….. Olivia Fred was happy; her life was going smoothly and happily. She has her best friend with her, as well as the man she is in love with. But her beautiful world suddenly collapsed when she realized everything was a scheme. A scheme between her best friend and The man she loves the most, she had fallen into their trap and schemes; it was too late when she found out. She was burned alive by them, and the man she hated the most and did not even expect was there with her when she was dying.   She vowed that if she was given a second chance, she would avenge her death and show her enemies that she was not to be toyed with. She also vowed to love Alex with all of her heart. Her wish was granted, and she was brought back to six years ago, when she was about to leave Alex. She started clinging to Alex after her rebirth.   This is an original book, not translated.  

Amy Lacey and I were sworn enemies—stuck in a marriage neither of us wanted. She blamed me for ruining her last chance with her childhood sweetheart, Bryan Gurley. I hated her for sliding a separation agreement across the table on our wedding night. Seven years together. We both wished the other dead. The day I finally decided to divorce her, our private plane started going down. She grabbed the only parachute and strapped it around my waist. "Isaac Irving, if you die, how are you supposed to pay me back for the years I wasted on you?" The parachute snapped open. Then the explosion hit—and her last words cut through it. "Next life, don't come bother me again." Later, the rescue team pulled her burned body from the wreckage. In her arms was the love token Bryan had given her. That night, divorce papers in hand, I stepped off a rooftop. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Amy ran to the airport to win Bryan back. This time, I let her go without a second thought. In this life, I set her free. From here on out, we'd walk our own roads—owing each other nothing.

Elara Voss thought one wild night at a lounge would set her free from her dull new life after her mom married rich Victor Blackwood. She gave her tight virgin body to a hot stranger with gray eyes that promised sin. His thick cock stretched her wet pussy until she begged for more, her first time raw and full of dark need. He left her sore and smiling, whispering they would never meet again. But fate twisted hard when he walked in as her new stepbrother, Damien Blackwood, the young CEO taking over the family firm. Shock hit her like a slap, his touch now forbidden but craved. He cornered her, fingers rubbing her clit while growling claims over her cherry. As lust burned hot, secrets spilled: Damien sought revenge on Victor for old hurts, tied to shady deals and danger. Elara fell deep into his possessive grip, her body dripping for his rough fucks, but betrayal loomed. Syndicate threats closed in, guns and proof that could ruin them all. In this dark romance, Elara must choose between family and the stepbrother who owns her soul and her slick, needy cunt. Will their filthy love survive the storm, or shatter in blood and cum?

The night Lyra Hale’s pack burned to the ground, she saw the Alpha responsible with her own eyes. Kael Draven. The ruthless ruler of the Nightfang Pack. He slaughtered her people, destroyed her home, and left her alive among the ashes. For years, Lyra has lived for one purpose—revenge. But when fate forces her back into Nightfang territory, she discovers a truth far crueler than death. Kael Draven is her fated mate. Bound to the man she has sworn to kill, Lyra searches for proof that he is the monster she remembers. Yet the deeper she digs into the past, the more the story of that night begins to unravel. Witnesses contradict the massacre. Hidden alliances surface. And a powerful rival Alpha begins moving his forces toward war. Because Silvercrest Pack was never meant to survive. It was destroyed to capture something far more valuable. Lyra. As the last heir to a rare Luna bloodline capable of strengthening and stabilizing entire packs, her power could shift the balance of werewolf rule across the territories. Now hunted by enemies and bound to the Alpha she hates most, Lyra must uncover the truth behind the night that destroyed her life. Because the man she believes to be her greatest enemy may be the only one capable of protecting her from the war that is coming.

On a public holiday, I took Henry's mom, Johanna, to a new salon at Vanderbilt Court for a makeover. Halfway through, she suddenly cried out. I rushed over—burnt smell hit me hard. I yanked the machine off her head. Too late. Her hair was fried. Blisters spread across her scalp. I called the salon manager. She barely looked at us, lips curling. "What a hassle. If you can't afford luxury, don't pretend. I won't charge you. Now get out." I pointed at her. "You burned my mother-in-law. You're paying for her treatment and taking her to the hospital. Or I report this." Her brows shot up. Hands on her hips. "Oh, so now you're faking injuries for money? You even broke our premium equipment. You owe me a hundred grand today. And just so you know—this whole mall? My husband owns it. Pay up, or I'll make you." My heart stuttered. Vanderbilt Court... Johanna had just bought it and handed it to Henry. And he really had a side chick right under our noses.