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Because she is out there. Waiting. Plotting. And whatever she's planning, it’s not going to be pretty. But tonight? Tonight, the Arcane-Oracle Pack is whole. We have two new heirs. We’ve made history. And I swear to whatever gods are listening, I will burn the fucking world down before I let anyone take that away from us. Not even me. Let the beast come. I’m ready. *** Zane Wynter One year.

she spun around with a smile. "Every wolf here has a sad story about being raped, abused, stolen from their true lives, grieving over lost one who was murdered before them, and many more but Arkane has the saddest story. His painful stories are written under his apparel like words in a book only a language he and his oppressor can understand," Jane's green eyes stared into mine sadly. Arkane returned. Jane and I attention went to him. He was soaked in the rain. I watched Jane as she ran to him.

A faceless hacker with a voice like velvet and teeth like a viper, known in the underground as the man who erased the identities of kings and rewrote the bloodlines of billionaires. “You want to kill your father’s system?” The Archivist purred over encrypted radio. “Then you better be ready to lose yours.” Alec didn’t hesitate. “Burn it all.” ⸻ Meanwhile in Geneva, Zara sat chained to a chair that cost more than her childhood home. Aurelian paced slowly around her. “You see, my son thinks love is an antidote,” he murmured. “He believes you’ll save him. That’s his greatest weakness.” Zara smirked. “And you’re scared that I already have.”

Since that fateful night, she had not laid eyes on him, and Aldric on the other hand had been keeping his distance. Reyana was eager to go out and mingle with people because she was tired of feeling trapped and frustrated. She was finally a prisoner in her pack. Her heart sank as her gaze fell upon the bracelet adorning her wrist – the Arcane bind. A single tear traced a path down her cheek. The Arcane bind sat mockingly on her wrist. As harmless as it looked, it was meant to keep her confined in the pack. The day she goes beyond her confinement, she dies.

Daring to cross such realms had never truly crossed her mind but as her eighteenth birthday begins to approach, she knows her future is already set in two paths; sold as a slave to another cruel master or work in the brothels as one of the many town whores. Driven by purpose and a thirst to change the fate aligned for her, Ariadne disguises herself as a boy and crosses realms in search of a greater life-- But what meets her on the other end is so much more. WARNING; This story is rated R for mature audiences only. It contains sexual themes, violence, gore, profanity and nonconsent. Readers discretion is advised.

He’d barely said anything, but the quiet tension in his presence was like a storm waiting to break. Focus, Ariana, I scolded myself, though the pep talk did little to curb the flood of emotions. Shaking off the lingering sensations, I looked down at the books in my lap—Black Moon Wolf Pack: Origins, Histories V1, and Histories V2. A small note rested on top, with Draven’s distinct handwriting: “Next time, just ask.”

i'm aware of how abruptly the novel ended, but this sequel idea came to me unexpectedly, Ariana’s journey among the rich is one I would definitely love to write over and over again and i love making impromptu decisions ㅇㅅㅇ stay safe and well! till we meet again!

He didn't want to think of the things that happened to her but the fire in him screamed to kill the ones who had hurt her. She was a mystery. He never thought he'd ever get to know anything about her and now she bared her soul in front of him. He felt like shit for playing with her heart like that but maybe he could make everything alright. Hunter couldn't even fathom the thought of her finding out his plan. She would be shattered. 'Hunter,' Luca mind-linked him. 'Yeah,' Hunter's response was tired. 'Berolt was a wizard who worked under Alonso but was killed by rogues at the age of twenty-nine,' Luca said.

And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening. Finally, she contacted Marcus, a scholar of the arcane, a man who had dedicated his life to translating ancient languages and untangling the mysteries of forgotten civilizations. Marcus was Riana’s anchor to the past, her guide through the labyrinth of history and myth. He was a walking encyclopedia of arcane knowledge, his mind a vast repository of forgotten lore and esoteric wisdom. He could decipher ancient texts, interpret cryptic symbols, and unravel the secrets of long-lost cultures. Without Marcus, Riana would be adrift in a sea of ignorance, unable to navigate the treacherous currents of histo

"They don't just check papers, Norah. They check bloodlines. If a Sutton wolf tries to walk in, the guards will smell him instantly. They'll kill him at the door." He held the chip out to me. "But they won't smell you." I stared at the device, the realization of what he wanted hitting me like a physical blow. "You want me to spy on the Kranes," I said. "Tonight?" "I want you to plant this in Krane's private office," Declan corrected. "I want my encryption keys back." "I can't," I said. "I'm a waitress. If I get caught—" "If you get caught, you die," Declan said simply.