Bathed

From as far back as I can remember, I knew my mom hated me. She gives me sleeping pills when I'm three. When I'm five, she tries pesticide instead. But I'm hard to get rid of. By the time I'm seven, I've already learned how to fight back. If she refuses to give me food, I flip the table so no one can eat either. If she beats me up until I'm on the ground, writhing in pain, I go after her beloved son the same way, leaving him bruised and bawling. That's how we stay locked in battle until I turn 12. Everything changes when my youngest sister is born. I'm clumsily trying to help with her wet diaper when Mom suddenly shoves me against the wall. The look in her eyes holds both disgust and fear. "What were you trying to do to my daughter? I knew it. You take after that monster of a father. Why didn't you just die with him?" I hold my aching head. For the first time, I don't fight back. I believe she's right. My existence is a mistake. I should never have been alive.

|SUTON| n. The approach of death or end of something. "What did I do to deserve this?" He chuckled before saying, "You were born princess," She bathed in her own tub of blood. And her watched her, finding pleasure. He was killing her While she was saving him

Betrayed by her fated mate and abandoned by her pack, she is marked for death by the family who raised her. Donika is supposed to be weak, wolfless, voiceless, and disposable. But on the day she’s forced to marry the man who broke her, a royal menace crashes the wedding. The ruthless Lycan King claims her as his and drags her into a kingdom that once bathed in her parents’ blood. But as she begins to find her footing in this new realm, something awakens inside her, and a buried bloodline screams to be freed. Donika learns the truth: her powers were never gone…they were suppressed. Will the powers long held back finally rise… or consume her whole?

The afternoon my critical condition notice was issued, Silas Stenson popped a bottle of champagne in the lab. On social media, a photo showed him and Wynter Keller standing side by side in the golden sunset, their white coats bathed in light. The caption read only one line—'Ten years—it finally worked.' Everyone said he was devoted, that he'd spent ten sleepless years trying to save me. When the nurse, her eyes red, showed it to me on her phone, I was staring at the wavering lines on the monitor. No one knew that the drug had already been perfected a year ago. And I was the only candidate who wasn't allowed to receive it.

Channary always believed the Moon had blessed her. Born to an Alpha family, she was destined for greatness. So on the night of the Blood-Moon Unity Festival, a gathering where newly made wolves seek their fated mates, she was certain that fate was on her side. But as the blood-red moon bathed the night sky, her life took a dark turn. Drugged and mated against her will, Channary was left abandoned in The Grove, shunned by her pack and disowned by her father, the Alpha. Years later, Channary lives four packs away, raising her twin daughters in secrecy, piecing together a quiet life as she leaves the past behind. But as her daughters’ school project awakens their curiosity about their family roots, Channary's carefully guarded walls begin to crumble. Reluctantly, she attends a meeting with their teacher, where an unexpected encounter brings her face to face with a man who claims to be her mate—the one she’d sworn never to forgive—and the father of her children.

On the night of the Silvermoon Festival, the entire Black Forest pack is bathed in the light of the Moon Goddess. I'm about to share the spectacle with Kaelen through the mind-link, but then I spot a familiar figure. Kaelen Payne, my Alpha and fated mate, is holding a she-wolf in his arms. She tilts her face up to him, her voice edged with challenge. "Kaelen, prove I'm not just a secret. Mark me." My blood seems to freeze as I hear Kaelen murmur his agreement before pressing his mouth to hers. My wolf lets out a painful howl inside me. Just an hour ago, Kaelen's voice had come through the mind-link, "My Luna, I wish I could see the festival too, but there's an emergency at the border. Don't forget to share it with me through the mind-link." My fingertips turn cold, and I instinctively reach for him through the mind-link.

WARNING ️ 18+ This is a werewolf dark romance with suspense, crime and smut. Yesterday was a fairytale. The next day, a nightmare. A night before my mating ceremony and crowning as the Luna of the Balthazar Clan, due to my father's early retirement, I woke up, in my parent's room, bathed in blood, a dagger in my hand. In front of me, was my parents dead bodies. I had killed my own parents. An incident I had no memory of. As punishment, My luna wolf was binded in ink with a curse and I was reduced to nothing but a mere palace slave. Right before my eyes, Arlene became Luna of Balthazar. My mate, Robert, Beta of Balthazar rejected me and mated with Arlene, together they became the Crown of Balthazar. Things couldn't go worse, right? Moons later, when Balthazar clan experiences years of famine and drought, Arlene signs a contract with the cursed wolf of the regions, the cursed Alpha Gohan of the Hillsboro clan. I was sold to the cursed Alpha as a sex slave in exchange of supply of crops.

The continent of Revera was once a place of peace and harmony. This large piece of land was inhabited by mystical creatures, large military bases, and tribes of mages and witches— a perfect combination of extraordinary people. Different races from different nations coexist and never touched each other’s lands. Not until, Kanzeri, a military-based country decided to broaden their empire as they tried to invade all the countries in Revera, including the Sky City where mystical creatures reside. A small country called Magnusville has been caught in the crossfire and now suffering great losses. The war among nations takes place here and it became a battleground bathed with blood of mystical creatures from Sky City, warriors from Kanzeri, and mages from other countries. Meanwhile, in order to save his beloved country, a young man named Reign Fernandes and his mates began to search for power— a power not given to a mere human; a power that could change the world for good. Can they stop the war among nations and save Magnusville from brewing destruction before it's too late?

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.

My adopted sister, an Omega who has always seemed delicate, harmless, and wolf-less, vanishes the night before full moon. Everyone, including my parents and my mate—the Alpha who's supposed to protect me—blames me for driving her away. They drag me to the Memory Offering altar, bind my wolf in silver chains, and demand the truth from my memories. Little do they know that my body has been laced with 99 silver needles, buried deep under my skin, each one driven in by the hand of the innocent girl they adore the most. The silverbane has seeped through my blood, eating away at my bones and my wolf spirit. I don't have long. So, I seize control. I invoke the oldest rite in the pack, the Memory Offering, to let them see the truth with their own eyes. For three years, I've been the one who was framed, humiliated, and tortured. Meanwhile, my so-called gentle sister is the real monster behind it all. By the time the truth is revealed, the silverbane has devoured my soul. Bathed in the blinding white light of the rite, I die on that cold, stone altar, with a pain that cuts to the bone and a peace that feels almost like freedom.