Blood Debts

After 99 bloodline fusion rituals, I finally conceived Alpha Garrick Whitefang's pup. As a mixed-blood Omega without a wolf, I understood the cost of that miracle better than anyone. The rituals burned away my lifespan. I brought this child with my blood. When I returned with the pregnancy report, ready to share the news, Garrick was waiting for me. A 4-year-old girl stood at his side, her small hand clasped in his. "Rowena, this is my surprise for you. Our pup," he said gently. Then he added, as if it meant nothing, "You will not have to endure bloodline fusion anymore. Her mother, Lyralei North, is pregnant with a male pup. Once she gives birth, I will bring him back for you to raise." His mother smiled with open relief. "No labor, no pain, and you gain two pups for free. How wonderful. The Snowclaw Pack finally has heirs." Unstoppable tears spilled down my face. For seven years as Garrick's Luna, bloodline rejection had made natural conception impossible. For five of those years, I had begged the pack elders to perform bloodline fusion rituals on me. I traded away my lifespan 99 times in total for the chance to carry his child. Only then did I understand. Garrick never wanted my pup. As long as heirs existed, it did not matter who gave birth to them. I returned to my room without a word and made one call. "Steven, does your research project still need people? I want to rejoin the team," I said quietly. "And I am leaving the Snowclaw Pack."

My wife, Alisha West, has always been obsessively frugal. After marrying her, my single guilty pleasure became blowing money on luxury watches—almost like revenge for how absurdly tightfisted she was. By the time our daughter, Elyse Day, turned 7, she had inherited every bit of her mother’s penny-pinching nature. The two of them looked completely out of place in our sprawling mansion. And I loved it. I’d slip into my latest custom-tailored suits and watch them wince at my credit card statements, their expressions twisted in quiet pain. Until one day, lines of floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes. [This spendthrift idiot is still shopping? Doesn’t he know his wife’s company is about to go bankrupt?] [She’s been drained dry supporting this parasite. Her T-shirt collar is practically worn out from washing. Good thing the financially savvy male lead is about to show up and save her.] [Can’t wait for Alisha to file for divorce and kick this useless freeloader out. Let’s see how he survives fighting stray dogs for scraps under a bridge.] I slammed the limited-edition Richard Mille watch onto the table. Alisha, who was crouched on the floor breaking down delivery boxes for recycling, and Elyse, who was helping stomp them flat, both jumped in shock. A chill ran through me. I lunged forward, snatched the battered cardboard box from Elyse’s hands, and held it tightly against my chest. "No… no more buying. I’m returning this watch. "And these boxes… don’t sell them. I think we might need them someday… to lay out under a bridge when we’re sleeping outside…"

I was forced into an arranged marriage with Brandon Fuller, and he escaped 99 times. The first time, I was left alone at the beach as I waited for the whole night. The second time, he switched places with a homeless man and left me alone on the stage in humiliation. Brandon finally gave in on the 99th time. However, when I went to him with my wedding dress in my arms, I overheard his conversation with his friends. “Brandon, are you really going to marry your true love seven days later? What about your arranged marriage, are you going to escape that?” Brandon snorted. “I must marry Poppy! As for arranged marriage, I’ll just simply host a fake wedding for her! “She’s the one who caused my older sister’s death! Even though I was in love with her for seven years, she deserves to be stood up!” I froze. It turned out his promise was fake. I turned around without any hesitation. Then, I called home. “Mom, I’m still having that wedding, but please find a new husband for me.”

The city lights of Valenfort burned bright against the suffocating dark like a gem tainted by blood. Beneath that glittering surface lay nameless alleys where the scent of iron and the echoes of screams intertwined into a symphony of hell. No one remembered the last time they saw a real sunrise for this city had long belonged to the night. Evelyn Cross , a fourth-generation vampire hunter of the secretive order known as The Order of the Thorn , was born in blood and sworn to die for her mission. She had once watched her father torn apart by a pureblood vampire, a creature so fearsome that humans dared only whisper its name in prayer. Since that day, Evelyn lived like a blade cold, unfeeling, and driven by the hunt. Until she met Lucien Draven , the Blood King of Valenfort who ruled the shadows with a calm smile and eyes that could stop a heartbeat. Lucien did not kill Evelyn upon their first encounter. Instead, he saved her from the very comrades who had betrayed her. A vampire saving a hunter such a thing had never happened in the history of either world. Evelyn despised him… yet could not kill him. Lucien desired her… yet knew his love was her death sentence. In Valenfort, a war of blood is rising. The ancient vampire houses are clawing for dominance, while the hunters’ order fractures under betrayal and deceit. Amidst gunfire, betrayal, and desire, Blood War is not merely a battle between species but between the heart and fate itself. “In the world of darkness, truth isn’t written in ink… but in blood.”

If it wasn't her blood, he had no desire for it. Emily had come to the understanding that even the undead, had desires and cravings. For her, it was the way he had come to crave the richness of her blood and the cold but satisfactory feeling it brought her.

Drina Federico was born with nothing and lost everything too early. Her parents were murdered, her home burned, and the truth was hidden by money and power. Weak, poor, and invisible, she grows up surviving on scraps in the shadows of Madrid, carrying only pain and a quiet hunger for payback. Dino Fazio is everything Drina is not. A cruel billionaire. A man who rules the city from behind polished glass and blood-soaked deals. To the world, he is invincible. In truth, he is the king of a criminal kingdom built on silence and sacrifice. When Drina steals information meant to expose him, she is caught and pulled into his world. Instead of killing her, Dino cages her. Sure, she is a threat. She is broken, frightened, and powerless, but she refuses to kneel. Trapped together, hatred turns sharp, tension turns dangerous, and the line between enemy and obsession starts to blur. As gang wars erupt and secrets surface, Drina learns the truth: Dino did not kill her parents, but his power made their deaths possible. Revenge becomes a choice, not a dream. Escape is no longer enough. Power is. Forced to choose between destroying Dino or standing beside him to burn the kingdom from within, Drina must decide who she will become. A victim who runs, or a woman who rises. In a world where love is born from violence, and trust is paid for in blood, can two broken souls find redemption or will power destroy them both?

Lilly was broken, she was abused, she suffered and fought for her survival every single day, until it all changed. Falling into the arms of her mate wasn’t hard, not when his love for her burned like the fire in hell . The desire they feel for each other was explosive, addictive and strangely healthy. Together they grow the family they have always wanted but is it realistic to think they can actually live in peace? Or will the fact that they run the biggest pack in the world demolish all hope of happiness? Or will the hidden secret lethal weapon they love and care for save them all?

“I hate wolves!" I declared “W-why?” Ruda looked back at Yohan in horror as I continued. “They're the most disgusting animals on this planet. If I ever see one I’m gonna shoot it right there. They're gross and vile! I hate them so Goddamn much!” My words were full of spite. I’ve always hated wolves but I was soon brought out of my hate-filled thoughts when the dish Yohan was holding crashed on the floor. “Oh no…” I heard a whisper from Ruda's mouth as some veins on Yohan's neck turned purple and he began coughing up blood. I began to run towards him too when Yohan looked at me and yelled, “Stop!!! Don’t come near me!!” I froze in my place. All the coughing and throwing up blood had made his breathing ragged. He was having a hard time even trying, “Don’t come near me…” His angry voice shattered my feelings. It made me feel bad that even in that condition, he wouldn't let me near him *** Yohan is a very powerful white wolf who's also the current CEO of his family's company in the human world yet still he's not the confirmed heir to it since his people believe he will die young because of the curse he has. His only way to break is by meeting his fated partner. Maya, a human, is determined to finish her studies and not engage in any romantic stuff. That is until she meets Yohan in an unexpected situation. Unbeknownst to her she is Yohan's fated pair but has no knowledge of the world he lives in. And unbeknownst to Yohan, Maya has many mysteries surrounding herself as well along with many differences.

Hope collapse on a mountain, one glance up to see a fiery creature looming over her, his red eyes blinding her. "Who are you?"of course she didn't expect the creature to answer her "What do you want from me?" She growl in fake bravity,despite her knowing she could fight this creature, she's terrified. "Where's the amphithere dagger?" A voice ask in her head, she look around. " Where's the amphithere dagger girl?" The voice barked, she glance up wide eyed. Daisy had always known hope was the chosen one, she was there when she was born, she'd been with them when her father had brought may zhiang her mother into the troop, she was chosen by the magic to protect the amphithere, but what no one knows was the danger lurking around. Her Powers were revealed, Her death illuminating, The prophecy vivid, Her transformation Happening. "Like si yang?" Hope ask the dying man. "No... no... I need to live but not at the cost of my lovers life" Ned stumbled on his words. " Really?! " " You're a snipy angel"Hope touch his hand, he couldn't explain why but the fear creeping up the back of his head went away. "Do you want to know my name?" he nod "hope" she whisper and suddenly his eyes closed and her... she vanished.

In a time long forgotten, when humanity roamed free, basking in the warmth of the sun and dancing beneath the stars, life was beautiful. But that time is a distant memory now. The vampires came, and everything changed. It's been a decade since my mother tried to kill me, and took her own life, leaving me to fend for myself. I've been living with Baron, our vampire master, ever since. Everyone either hates or envies me, but no one knows the truth. No one knows the hell I'm in. I am just about ready to end it all, when Aldric walks into my life. A vampire unlike any other. Despite my fear and hatred of his kind, I feel myself drawn to him. For the first time in my life, I know true kindness and love. As I grapple with my feelings for Aldric, I find myself confronting not only the harsh reality of my past and the unknown future ahead of us, but also the darkness that linger within my own soul.