Blood Pendant Novels & Stories

Book 2 in "Blessed by the Blood Moon" Series, Sequel to book 1. Two years later: After a tragedy that has happened to Laura, nothing was the same anymore. She possesses absolutely no memories about her previous life or who she even is. Thinking that she´s just a human she works for a mysterious man for two years now, who lets her fight for her life and use her for his dirty operations. When he threatens her friend´s life she is forced into circumstances that will give her life a whole new direction. New truths, new lies and betrayals are about to come. Found by accident, her old pack still swears loyalty to her. And little does she know that she´ll need them more than ever. What happened two years ago? Who done that to her and for what reason? Will she get her memories back? And most of all: who can she really trust? She is going to face things that will shake her world, her reality. But does her reality even exist?

A blood moon curse. Three fated mates who forget her. And an Alpha who refuses to break. Ava Thorne has lost everything—her parents, her pack's trust, and two mates who walked away feeling nothing while she carried the agony alone. The curse demands she find a mate under every blood moon, only to watch them forget her like she never existed. When her childhood best friend Kale becomes the third, she tries to reject him before the pain begins. He refuses. Months later, the curse strikes, and he does the unforgivable: he bonds with her handmaid and casts Ava aside. Broken and desperate, she escapes to the human world for one night of forgetting. Instead, she finds Austin Hale—a businessman with storm-gray eyes and his own scars from betrayal. She never expects to see him again. But when a murderer frames Ava for a death she didn't commit and her own pack turns against her, she is forced to flee with nothing but her life. Rescued by Elias Thorne, a rival Alpha who offers her safety, Ava wakes from a coma to discover two impossible truths: she is a Lycan hybrid, and Elias is also her mate. Now hunted by the aunt who murdered her parents, hunted by the pack she once led, and caught between three men bound to her by fate, Ava must break the curse before it breaks her. She can survive as she always has—alone. Or embrace the wild, untamed power inside her and claim a love the prophecy says should not exist. In a world where loyalty is a weapon and betrayal wears a family face, falling for three men might be the only way to save them all.

I was reborn the year the Blood Moon War began. The first thing I did? I sacrificed my child. The child of my blood-bonded mate, Lord Lucius of the Covenant. In my last life, he chose to protect his childhood sweetheart, Lilith, when she slept with a werewolf. He stole my pureblood heir and replaced it with her half-breed mongrel. They branded me a traitor. In a sun-scorched dungeon, they burned my scarred body to ash with holy light. And my own son, his mind poisoned by Lilith, stood on my ashes and cursed me to Hell for all eternity. When I opened my eyes again, the blood ritual for my heir was already three months along. I didn't hesitate. I went straight to a witch, and with a potion brewed from my own heart's blood, I ended it. Then, I put on something else: an expensive amulet of Blood Illusion. It faked the energy of a pureblood fetus. It masked my true state, cloaking me in the sweet, alluring scent of a pregnant vampire. It even created a perfect illusion of a growing belly. Lucius needed an heir to cover for Lilith’s crime. Fine. I’d play along. This time, I had no weaknesses.

"I'll find you, even in an ant hole, Ericka. Just watch! You won't be able to escape me forever. I'll make you pay for this!" Ericka, a woman fleeing an abusive relationship, rents an apartment on the 27th floor of an old apartment building, thinking she'll be safe. She doesn't know that her only neighbor on that floor is Liam, a werewolf who locks himself away every full moon to prevent himself from killing humans. Their meeting isn't a story of instant love, but rather the meeting of two damaged souls seeking safety in their own ways. Ericka, traumatized by human violence. Liam, traumatized by the monster inside him. Who knows what will happen. Or who will die? "You can stay. I won't touch you. I won't ask you to trust me, but I'll do my best to keep you safe." "Good. I can't trust anyone either."

During a critical heart transplant, my doctor husband insisted his intern assist despite her garish nail art compromising the sterile field. When I called her out, he abandoned the patient mid-surgery to comfort her. I begged him to return, but he snapped, "Giselle is upset. Can't you wait? This is nothing compared to her feelings." 40 minutes later, the patient bled out and died. Later, they discovered that he was our highly respected mayor and placed the blame on me. "If it weren't for you causing a scene and kicking us out of the operating room, the mayor wouldn't have bled to death. This is all your fault!" Defenseless, I was sentenced to life in prison, tortured, and died in agony. My husband and his intern walked down the aisle, enjoying their happy life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of that fateful surgery.

Warning: ( Mature content no rape ) Not for readers under the age of 18 “I love you till infinity.” His eyes were blazing and the truth in them, were by no means dulled by the raging force of the rain. He spoke with all honesty and she could feel it from the tears in his eyes, from the warmth that fill them. Right then at that moment, even though she stood there stiff as a rock and watched him, she knew she was a goner. Forced to marry someone she didn't love, Madison Allen was sure she was doomed to be unhappy, until she fell madly in love with a complete stranger. Will this be her ticket to eternal happiness or was the many things she doesn't know about him bring an end to the surreal love of theirs?

“Don't touch me, you monsters!” I screamed, thrashing away from them but it was futile. I was like a little cotton ball they could crumple in their hands because I was pinned to the floor. Dante held my hands as if I was a broomstick and the other, Caius held my legs with just a simple hand without putting any effort. He pulled my skirt upwards, used his fingers to rub my pussy which suddenly reacted to his touch and ripped the thong in one swift drag , brushing my delicate core purposely. I begged, I cried, scared of what they're going to do to me but they were suddenly stones, concerned on what they wanted alone. “Beat her pretty pink little pussy until she screams.” Cassian ordered and I gasped, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs like a war drum. No. No, no, no. “Like this?” He asked darkly, slapping my pussy hard, pain and tingles spread across my body and I screamed. “Fuck, she's throbbing brother.” Elias growled and Cassian nodded, his eyes fixed on my folds. “Just like that Elias!” He growled, “beat her and show her what it means to defile our rules.” I was living a Peaceful Life until my mum got Married to Vampire King and I was stucked with my three Step brothers who showed me hell and desired me at the same time. I had to run. These men were sick, they were truly cursed in the brains and needed help because how the hell am I trapped in this? But where would I run to? I was trapped. And the worst part? They were enjoying every second of it. TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ [Contains clear explicit scenes, vulgar and degrading words, kinks and spicy scenes]

He branded her a curse. Threw her out under a swollen moon. Walked away while she bled. The bond didn’t snap, it tore... and kept bleeding. Now the Omega they smothered in ash is on her feet, silver-eyed, moon-marked, carrying a power no Alpha can collar. She isn’t hunting revenge. She wants it quiet, bygones. But the past won’t unclench its teeth and neither will he. When the moon spills it's light again, they’ll learn why she didn’t die. She wasn’t meant to. She wasn't cursed, she was chosen. Built to change the pack... or burn it.

"I slam into him and he screams. A hoarse, broken, beautiful noise bursts out of him as I drive in all at once, a harsh, staking claim. He’s gripping me so tight I can barely breathe. He’s fire. He’s home. He writhes, his hands clawing at the sheets. I force myself to be still, to wait and let him stretch, to let his body take me. I’m buried so deep I feel like I’m touching his soul." Kieran Arnulf is an Alpha with a target on his back. Inheriting a pack broken by his father’s cruelty, he's determined to rule with mercy rather than fear. But to the vipers on his council, mercy looks a lot like weakness. When a massive, tattooed warrior from the enemy Redmaw pack surrenders at his gates, Kieran makes a controversial choice. He allows the wolf to come inside. Alexei Basov is dangerous, insolent, and far too attractive for Kieran’s peace of mind. He claims to be a defector with vital intel on an impending war, but he looks at Kieran like a meal he’s dying to devour. He’s a brawler who solves problems with violence, a stark contrast to Kieran’s polished diplomacy. As assassins strike from the shadows and political tension reaches a breaking point, Kieran is forced to rely on the one man he shouldn’t trust. Alexei appoints himself Kieran’s shadow, protector, and personal tormentor. But the tension simmering between them is more than just political. Behind closed doors, the power dynamics shift. Kieran discovers that the only place he can truly let go of control is in the arms of the savage wolf who wants to claim him.

“I knew you’d always come back to me.” He has waited 412 years to say those words. Cursed by his own mother. His mate was slaughtered. His bloodline shattered. For four centuries Khaled has existed without purpose, without peace, without the love of his life. Then Monalisa runs into the rain and her blood finds him before he finds her. She is everything he remembers. The same stubbornness. The same fire. The same heart that beats too loud for a human girl. He wants to worship her. Protect her. Keep her. But the ancient whispers won’t stop. Her blood is too powerful. Her presence too familiar. The vampires who feared his mother go quiet when Monalisa walks into a room. The wolves hunt her. The witches whisper her name. The demons want her gone before she remembers. Remembers what? Khaled has one question he is terrified to answer. Is she the mate he lost and has been mourning for 412 years? Or is she the mother who cursed him, reborn in a teenager’s body, coming back to finish what she started? Her blood is his answer. He just has to survive finding out.