Blessed By The Gods

Erika Campbell's rich and perfect life was turned into shambles in a matter of hours by a man. She lost her family, her money, her loved ones and was left on the streets to die. Until the same stranger walked to her with an offer. A slave contract.

"You can't handle it. If you try too hard to understand me, what you'll unbosom, that is if you're able to uncover anything, will drive you mad. Because my mind is a dark labyrinth, never understood". “Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind”.——Dean Roontz. A dark, lonely, numb soul wanders the face of the Earth in search of peace. Running and hiding from her hunters and her captives. She's trying all she can to feel something, anything, at all as proof that she's living but all to no avail. She's neither human nor werewolf, Satyr nor mermaid, she doesn't seem to have a place to fit in. Her only mission and the goal that drives her very being is how to get rid of the curse she was born with. A curse that seems to spread its wings of death over any one she dares to care about. A curse that doesn't hesitate to suck the happiness out of all beings of close proximity to her. Will her strive to break this curse be fruitful or futile? Will she be able to protect others from getting consumed by this curse that plagues her very existence? Will she thrive over this seemingly unbreakable curse?

Rayna was a Beta’s daughter but was demoted to an Omega after her mom died during childbirth. After tolerating the abuse for a lifetime, she got to know on her eighteenth birthday that she was mated to the pack’s Alpha triplets. She was over the moon thinking that at last, she would get her due respect. Well! She was wrong. She was rejected brutally and abused by her mates who took another mate right there in the Luna oath ceremony. She swore to leave the pack and took the help of her Lycan who she thought was just a mere warrior. He had a certain royal air around him that demanded respect. She would surely run away but not before taking revenge from all those who failed her and thought that she was a weakling.

"I, Alpha Dylan Langley, Alpha of the waterside pack Reject you, Esme West pack member of waterside west to be my mate and Luna" On Esme's 18th birthday she figured that the Alpha of the pack was her true mate which meant she would be Luna to the waterside pack. She felt the mate bond breaking and it hurt so much. She didn't know if she was string enough to handle the rejection completely. She was holding back her tears to show him no weakness and no emotion towards his rejection. "I, Esme West of the waterside pack accept your rejection to be you mate and Luna of this pack" I turn towards the entrance of the pack gates and slowly walk towards our home where my mom and dad are sorting mine and my brother's birthday out. I didn't want to cry. I heard of the tales of the rejection and the pain it causes to fated mates but I never thought I would be rejected I especially didn't think the moon goddess would have the Alpha to be my mate. I'm a nothing but a lowly omega. I work for nothing and I am the packs punching bag. Especially the queen be herself who has always wanted Alpha Dylan to be her mate...Adeline carter... Some Wolf's who have been rejected have often left the pack but have not managed to find a new pack who is willing to take them in within the time frame off 2 weeks and they are automatically classed as rogues. Rogues are wolfs who have no packs, some are nice but the thing's I have heard some rogues will kill to get what and where they want to be in the chain.

I, Marcus Danielson, Alpha King, reject you as my mate." Those words broke me. I’ve been an omega my whole life—the weakest in the pack, an orphan no one wanted. I should have been invisible that night at the Alpha-Luna Ball. But then I met him. My mate. My king. For one heartbeat, I thought fate had finally chosen me. And then he destroyed me. I ran into the forest to escape the pain, but I couldn’t outrun what was inside me. Fire. Ice. Power I didn’t understand, power that shouldn’t exist. Now rogues hunt me, calling me the witchy wolf, while the Alpha King who cast me aside refuses to let me go. I don’t know if I’m meant to be his Luna… or the weapon that burns his world to ashes.

Born with a rare and dangerous hybrid blood, Zirah was thought to be the person cursed by the goddess, and this was not going to do her any good. Zirah was the only child of the Oakwood family and was the daughter of the then Alpha. Due to greed, her mom's lover attacks her father, and snatches the throne, killing both her parents. Zirah has to suffer under the torment of this man, and it was not going to be easy. Cursed for her bloody scent, and having the power to cause doom, Zirah is despised among her peers, and taken as a slave by her abusive stepfather who always tormented and abused her… Until she gets rid of him and decides to run away. Far away into the world where no one could find her, to run from her past, Zirah ran. Almost dying, she feels a majestic aura surrounding her, and the dominance sweeps from far away to her side. She found herself in the arms of Noah, one of the greatest Alphas of the city, Zirah passed out as Noah with lust-filled eyes, wanting to possess her and have her at all costs. But then, he scents her and notices she has a bloody aura.

Orphaned at the age of 11, Skye was the sole survivor of a devastating fire that destroyed her home in a village in the Scottish Lowlands of 1301. By order of King Cinaed, her reluctant uncle was forced to take her in, though he left her upbringing to his maids. As Skye grew older, her uncle saw her marriageable age as an opportunity to rid himself of her. However, Skye, haunted by the scars of her past and fearful of rejection, sent away every suitor her uncle brought to the castle. When a new order from the King arrived, the entire family, including Skye, delightedly welcomed the news. But Skye’s heart was gripped by fear and uncertainty beneath her composed exterior. Her greatest dread was about to come true, threatening to upend her fragile sense of security and thrust her into an unknown future. Unbeknownst to Skye, forces beyond her control set the stage for a journey filled with secrets, betrayal, and unexpected alliances. As the shadows of her past collide with the demands of her present, Skye must navigate a web of intrigue to uncover the truth and find her place in a world turned upside down.

After six years with Joel, Lyra landed in the hospital—sick and drained. The day she got discharged, she caught something in the hallway she wasn't supposed to hear. "Joel Fenwick, are you out of your mind? You gave Lyra's bone marrow to Renee without telling her? You knew her health was trash and lied about it being a stomach issue just to make her do it?" Renee. Joel's childhood flame. The girl he never got over. Lyra didn't cry. Didn't freak out. She just picked up the phone, called her parents overseas, and said yes to an arranged marriage with the Windsors.

In Valeburn, Atlanta’s most dangerous block, power doesn’t pass hands—it’s taken with blood. And no one understands that more than Jayce Navarro, the razor-sharp kingpin who built his empire brick by brick, silence by silence. He rules with cold precision, a name whispered like a gun being cocked—until the ghost of his past returns with vengeance on his breath. Eli Mercer is no longer the soft-eyed teen Jayce once kissed beneath the chapel steps. Fresh from the feds and wrapped in scars, Eli returns to the block with one purpose: burn down the throne that forgot him. But when fate—and the city’s shifting underworld—forces them into an uneasy alliance, old feelings smolder beneath their armor. Lust tangles with rage. Loyalty with betrayal. And love? It’s the most dangerous weapon of all. As enemies circle from the inside and the state threatens to dismantle Jayce’s entire operation, he and Eli must decide what’s worth saving—their empires, their reputations… or each other. But in Valeburn, every crown is cursed. And every favor comes with fire.

When my son was born, I noticed a small, round birthmark on his arm. But the weird thing? By the time I opened my eyes again after giving birth, it was gone. I figured maybe I'd imagined it. That is, until the baby shower. My brother-in-law's son, born the same day as mine, had the exact same birthmark. Clear as day. That's when it hit me. I didn't say a word, though. Not then. I waited. Eighteen years later, at my son's college acceptance party, my brother-in-law stood up and dropped the truth bomb: the "amazing" kid I'd raised was theirs. I just smiled and invited him and his wife to take their "rightful" seats at the table.