Ancients Cookie

Reed had always been a tough cookie, with his powerful charisma and billionaire status, he always got away from any trouble. Nobody dared to question him, Reed did what Reed wanted. His love for power and control manifested in his fighting career. He was a renowned MMA fighter, a notorious heartbreaker and a careless prince. His love life stayed in the shadows, always in the dark of night, never crossing the sunlight. Until one day, his mortal wound brought him to Han Yeri, whose personality mirrored him and challenged the status quo. For the first time in his life, Reed's life turned upside down - all because of a woman, an unexpected one at that... one that crossed the sunlight.

It takes me 22 years to get from a farming village in Westernia to Jesseltown. From there, I learn how to use my assets to win any man's heart. No man has ever been able to resist my seduction, but that changes when I meet Zack Spencer. So what? Even the toughest cookie will fall prey to my allure.

In the heart of the mysterious Lamenta Forest, the Keibster pack reigns supreme. These shadow wolves feed on human souls, strengthening their ancient power. Alma, the designated heir, must prove her worth by infiltrating the human world and bringing souls back to her pack. But upon her arrival among them, she feels an inexplicable unease. Her destiny changes when she meets Ezra, a kind-hearted young human who awakens emotions in her she doesn't understand. Throughout her mission, Alma discovers a truth the Ancients have kept from her all her life: she is neither fully wolf nor fully human, but the product of a forbidden union. As her destined Alpha, Kaelen, refuses to see her falter and launches a hunt to bring her back by force, Alma faces a heartbreaking choice. Should she embrace the dark side of her heritage or fight for her freedom and her love for Ezra? In this quest for identity, the secrets of the pack could be revealed, forever changing the balance between Keibsters and humans. A tale of mystery, passion, and inner struggle, where Alma's forbidden love might just be the key to liberation... or the destruction of everything she knows.

A mountain, once a towering monument to man's ambition, now sobbed rust and decay. Its skeletal skyscrapers clawed at a sky choked with ash, an endless darkness that reflected the desolation below. Here, where survival was a brutal equation of scavenged scraps and desperate violence, whispers clung to the crumbling ruins like the ever-present dust. Whispers of a legend, a shadow lurking in the deepest, forgotten heart of the mountain: a monster. They called him the Blood King, a name hissed with fear and reverence. Not just another vampire, but a predator whose power had once threatened to consume all of man-kind. He is said to be so great that no one was a match to his strength, his wrath so terrible, that the ancients themselves, the very inventors of their shadowed presence, had deemed him too dangerous to roam free. They imprisoned him, not in chains of iron, but in a cage of blood. A cage that could only be unlocked by the one whose essence was his destined key, his chosen one. A cruel contradiction, a punishment designed to bind him for eternity. Unknown to them all that the blood king’s chosen one was a human adventurer, who lived for the thrill and would do anything for a fearful adventure.

It was Hana Verlice’s engagement party — but the only thing she could think about was that night six months ago. The night Dante Carter pinned her against the backseat window of his car,cheeks pressed to the glass, her dress lifted to her waists, with his mouth buried between her legs. Now, she was hours away from marrying his older brother. Elijah Osborne Carter — the perfect man, heir to Osborne Pharmaceuticals, and her father’s last hope of saving their crumbling empire. But as she slipped into her designer dress, her mind couldn't stop thinking about the one man she could never have. Dante. The mistake she was supposed to forget. The temptation she swore never to touch again. The younger brother who disappeared after that night and was never supposed to come back. But as she stepped out of her dressing room to join her soon-to-be husband at the party, there he was. Leaning at the foot of the stairs like raw sin. Messy hair. Dark eyes. That cocky mouth that once had her moaning his name in ecstacy. Her pulse quickened as her knees threatened to give out. She tried to breathe. To stay still. But one look at him… and she knew she was in trouble. “What the hell are you doing here?” she whispered, her voice barely holding. He smirked, slow and knowing as his gaze dropped shamelessly to her lips. “Did you miss me, cookie?”