Broken Veil Novels & Stories

Escaped slavery and is now lost in a strange country? Check! Caught between two warring nations? Check! Bad-ass with an attitude and skills that range from healing to breaking bones? Check! Lucky checks all the boxes. But life couldn't have prepared her for what happens when she runs into the tall, handsome Scottish lord, who himself is on the run from the English. Welcome to Castle Big Rock, Scotland ano 1680.

Cassandra Morgan thought her exhausting life was finally over. She went to a high end party to celebrate her freedom from her father's debt, but woke up in the next morning in luxurious suite and a handsome man was sleeping soundly. "You." The woman eyed Casandra. “Why are you so pathetic and shameless to bite something that is far from your league.” Cassandra found her phone, the first thing she saw was the text message she received from Rachel. “I sold you off. Sorry.” The man was smiling under the soft and silky duvet. His eyes still closed tight but he heard everything and felt amused by the drama. His back was facing them but his ears were clear as the sky. You awake? fucking asshole?

When a Queen in an Ivory mask, with hidden secrets and a man of mystery met, an uncontrollable heat and passion overwhelmed them both. Queen Anastasia of the North Kingdom, is a woman with dark secrets, widely known as the most voluptuous yet sadist, Wolf Queen of the North, whose real face was hidden inside an ivory wolf’s mask. It became her marque. Her sexual desires and satisfaction are being ruled by a unique condition called voyeurism. No man could ever arouse her. From the South Kingdom, Rodwartem, a man of mystery too, who has been thrown into the sea during infancy and rose to fame as the deadly warrior of the South, heard about the Wolf Queen and his interest rose greatly. He vowed to meet her and expose her identity, so he volunteered as a decoy when the South‘s Lycan King planned to conquer the North. Would Rodwartem be able to fulfill his intention and the South Kingdom conquer the North through him, or he would fail just like the other men who tried to outwit the Wolf Queen in an ivory mask? In the end, would a story full of dark moments, lust, greed, pride, hatred, and evilness be ruled by love?

Emily Blackwood was born into a clandestine society of werewolves and found herself engaged to a mate she felt no affection for. Determined to break free from her pack's constraints, she made the bold decision to depart for a span of five years. Now, she has returned, resolute in her commitment to embrace her destined werewolf nature. However, destiny has its own agenda, intertwined with the ascent of a new pack leader, Orion Wolfhart. Possessing wealth, charm, and an unyielding demeanour, Orion demands unwavering obedience from the Trailblazers Pack. As his attention fixates on Emily, she finds herself thrust into a world of intricate politics, seduction, and violence, a realm she is ill-prepared to navigate alone. Emily's life hangs precariously in the balance, with adversaries emerging from every dark corner. Desperate for protection, she is compelled to rely on an enigmatic stranger who has seized control of her pack's throne. Yet, even in this perilous alliance, trust becomes a scarce commodity.

She was the Alpha’s rejected mate, cursed to die—until fate bound her to his sworn enemy beneath the Blood Moon… He was supposed to be my forever. Alpha Dorian Hale — ruthless, untouchable, the one every she-wolf desired. But on the night of the Moon Ceremony, before the entire pack, he looked into my eyes… and rejected me. Humiliated. Shattered. Branded unworthy. That should have been the end of me. But fate doesn’t bend so easily. My bloodline carries a secret even the Moon Goddess cannot deny—one that makes me the key to every pack’s survival… or destruction. Now I stand between two Alphas: The mate who scorned me. And the rival who would set the world ablaze just to claim me. He rejected me. But destiny never will.

For three years, Elena was the proud, fiercely loyal Luna of the Bloodstone Pack. She managed their finances, secured their borders, and quietly made the ultimate sacrifice—taking the public blame for being "barren" to protect the crown and pride of her husband, Alpha Garrick, whose secret sterility would have invited a coup. Elena endured the pack's cruel whispers and humiliating fertility rituals, believing her love and loyalty would keep them whole. She was wrong. Blinded by his own ego and desperate for a legacy, Garrick breaks the ultimate taboo. He brings a manipulative, low-ranking she-wolf named Tessa into the pack house to serve as a "fertile surrogate," publicly stripping Elena of her title, her bedroom, and her dignity. When Tessa magically fakes a pregnancy, Garrick’s betrayal turns lethal: he brutally rejects Elena, exiles her from the territory, and leaves her to freeze to death in the perilous, sub-zero Outer Wastelands. But Elena doesn't die. She is rescued from the blizzard by Alpha Kaelen of the Midnight Frost Pack—a legendary, ruthless beast of an Alpha whispered to be completely heartless. But the moment Kaelen lays eyes on Elena, his inner wolf roars a singular, devastating truth: MATE. As Elena heals in the northern kingdom, two shocking truths shake the werewolf world. First, she and Garrick were never true fated mates. Second, within months of being wrapped in Kaelen's dark, possessive embrace, Elena falls pregnant with powerful Alpha twins. She was never the hollow vessel; Garrick was just never man enough for her wolf. While Elena steps into her true power as the revered, fierce queen of the North, the Bloodstone Pack begins to rot from the inside out as Tessa's lies unravel.

Before our marking ceremony, my fiancé, Adrian Conner, insists on bringing his childhood sweetheart along on our trip—all because Flora Wooledge says she also wants to see the northern lights. He switches my first-class ticket to Flora's name. He says, "I'll fly first class with Flora. You can take connecting flights by land. The doctor said it's not good for a pregnant woman to stay at high altitude for too long." I don't cry or argue. Instead, I calmly push him toward Flora. He snorts. "You've finally learned to behave. You're not as clingy and troublesome as before." After he leaves, I quietly sign the abortion consent form at the hospital. Then, I book a ticket to the southern hemisphere. In my past life, I begged and clung to him, hoping to keep him with our pup. But on that trip, Flora was attacked by rogue wolves and torn apart in the snow. Adrian kept a calm facade. Yet on the night I was about to give birth, he dragged me back home and cut open my belly with his own hands. He stood there and listened as our pup's cries slowly faded away. He poured all his hatred onto me. He believed I caused Flora's death and that I ruined his chance to become the Conner family's heir. To him, I was nothing more than a sacrificial pawn. In this new life, when I step off the private jet, I see Adrian standing there with his eyes bloodshot. He stares at my belly and asks, "Where's the pup?" Before I can answer, his half-brother wraps an arm around my waist. "Adrian, show some respect to your sister-in-law."

Christopher stared at Little Angel in disbelief and anger. "You're a fucking werewolf? You're an animal!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with shock. Tears welled up in Little Angel's eyes as his words crashed upon her. She had hoped he would understand, that their love would conquer her true nature. But now, in her wolf form, she felt exposed and rejected. "I'm sorry," she whispered, tears choking her voice. "I never meant to hurt you. I love you, Christ, with all that I am." Christopher turned away without a word, his disappointment evident in his slumped shoulders. Their love seemed lost in that moment. Little Angel watched him leave, consumed by heartache. **** During the Shadowboom unveiling ceremony, Little Angel, an 18-year-old wolf, did not have a mate. The Goddess of the Moon only made one decree. Pleased with this, the alpha of her pack claimed her as his mate. Fleeing her fate, she stumbled upon the human world and met a boy Christopher Miller who was charming yet arrogant. As their love grew, her true nature remained hidden. How will Little-angel react when she discovers hat he is her destinated mate? And how will he react when he uncovers her werewolf nature?

Sierra was told he was a kind and generous soul. A man worth being with and forgetting your past love. She hadn't met him but chose to believe in her future husband's qualities and accepted. Having not yet forgotten about Christian, she hoped her husband would make her forget her sinful feelings for Christian but who she saw after her wedding wasn't who she had imagined as a husband. He was the opposite of a gentle and a kind soul. ***** Mason De Luan was a ruthless mafia Don who had his own reasons for accepting a woman who he knew nothing about as his wife. Only he knew what he would gain by accepting this sham of a marriage despite his heart belonging to someone else. But what happens when the ruthless Mafia gangster starts to see his eye sore of a wife as an attractive one? Or when She has had enough and finally masters the courage to file for a divorce? DARK ROMANCE 18+

She waited patiently just as a predator would its prey … very carefully. For so long, it seemed the chance would never come. It seemed her almighty prey would never stumble into a carefully woven trap but soon he did. *** Aurelia Isolde Draxmere. The Alpha King of the West, Alaric Leontius Valerian III, returned from battle severally wounded, he needed a caregiver. And I, the veiled one, the wolfless slave as I was called, was chosen to tend to him. But what they don’t know is that I carry a secret which was a sinister plan and that was … His downfall. I was ready to serve out my bloody revenge plan, determined to ruin him… Until… The Moon Goddess played her cruel and homourless joke … He is my fated mate. Yet, Fated or not, THE ALPHA KING IS GOING DOWN. *** Alpha King Alaric Leontius Valerian III I have heard and seen the pull, the fire and the impossible bond of fated mates … deep down I long for it but such were never meant for me. The ways I knew were that of war and blood… good things, they say are never meant for the wicked… Until I opened my eyes and met a storm … Grey orbs, sharp and fierce yet impossibly soft, pierced through me and soothed me at at the same time. I don’t know what this thundering feeling inside my chest is, but I can’t stop staring into those beautiful, mesmerizing eyes even if it would wreck me, soul, spirit and body.