Burned Ones Winx Novels & Stories

The deal was simple. Fake-date Tyson Blackwood, the campus's most insufferable Alpha, hockey captain and the man personally responsible for my first heartbreak, or watch my scholarship disappear overnight. He needed a girlfriend to make his ex jealous and I needed to stay enrolled. So we shook on it. Terms stated cold and clean: no feelings, no complications, strictly business. The no feeling part was going great. Right up until my heat hit, his rut triggered, and we spent five days in his suite while his rut burned through every wall between us. Now he's looking at me differently. His scent patch fails everytime I walk into a room and the pack that spent years treating me like a joke is watching the hockey captain lose his mind. The hockey captain who chose me as a pawn is now knotting me like I'm the only thing he's ever wanted to keep.

“You don’t mean anything to me,” he spoke dangerously, the tips of his fingers curling in my hairs as he jerked my neck back. “A mere toy that I’ll use whenever I want,” a breathless whimper escaping my lips. “Leave me-“ “Or what?” His lips stretched into a wide grin. “Tear me with your tiny claws?” He backed me into the wall behind me and leaned in closer, his grey eyes pierced my soul. “Remember, Amara, you exist solely for my pleasure.” He pulled my hair harder and my flesh burned the moment he nuzzled his face into my shoulder. I bet he could hear my heart beat accelerating with passing breath. His other arm circling to wrap around my waist, my heart pounded when his strong sandalwood essence in-filtered my senses. “Rhys-” “Shh…and for your punishment, I want you to bend over the wall and lift you skirt.” ****

In the three years since I became Zander's mate, I've tried to kill myself ninety-nine times. Kidnapped by a rival pack in my youth, years of torture nearly destroyed me. I clawed my way back to the Crescent Moon Pack, only to find my place had been taken by an adopted daughter, Vivian. My Beta parents doted on her, and my fated mate—the Alpha himself—had eyes only for her. I begged them, told them my kidnapping and my suicide attempts weren't accidents, but all I ever heard was: "Ember, you're delusional. You just wandered off and got lost." "You tried to drown yourself in the river." The people closest to me, and not one of them believed me. Until the ninety-ninth time. Another "suicide." When I woke up three days later, I rubbed my aching head. My eyes were vacant, my own gaze foreign to me. I had forgotten who I was, forgotten the humiliation I'd endured, forgotten the desperate girl who had thrown away her dignity for a scrap of her Alpha's affection. At the pack ceremony, while everyone waited for me to fawn pathetically over Zander, a single tear slid down my cheek for reasons I couldn't comprehend. I wiped it away and, under the shocked stares of the entire pack, announced calmly: "Zander," my voice was steady. "I don't love you anymore. So I, Ember of the Crescent Moon Pack, hereby reject you as my mate." "This little act again?" Zander sneered, his eyes glinting with the same casual contempt they always held for me. But he didn't know. This time, I was leaving him for good. It wasn't until I vanished completely that the ones who'd never believed me were the ones who truly went mad.

My Needs. My Demands. Your Pleasure. You're Welcome. She had one year left of college when our parents got married. And thanks to being raised in poverty, she needed help with her expenses. My dad, being the benevolent billionaire, stepped up without question. But there was a catch. She had to intern at the firm for a year. With me. As her boss. Poor sweet little thing. She has no clue what she’s up against, but she’ll figure it out soon. I don’t play typical games, but the ones I do play, I always win. And regardless of how taboo our relationship might become, I’m all in. The reward is worth the risk. I just hope she can keep up with my many demands.

A realm exists where the chosen ones got their blessings from the gods. The gods would bestow their powers and grant them the permissions to rule over the world. Thus, the common people called these wonders by ‘Blessing’. However, these so-called blessings were always followed by chaos and death… A queen who fell from her grace... She who’s buried her entire queendom and family by her own hands. She who’s travelled the world for over than hundreds of years while bearing the ‘Blessing’ on her. This queen had so many names throughout her lives, some were written in the history and the rest were still unknown. This time, she met a young boy that’s trapped in the middle of a war, a hot-headed man, an old friend, and everything that reminded her of her past self.

BLURB: When Zara, a rogue, plots to attack a pack in vengeance for her fellow captured rogues and the ones that have died, she is tasked with the difficult duty of being the one to kill the Alpha of the pack. Her fate changes in the blink of an eye when she discovers that she is mated to Darius, the Alpha, who shows just how much he hates rogues like her. She soon realizes that she is also mated to Aeron—Darius’s brother, who is on bad terms with Darius. With a child on the way and a bounty on Zara’s head when she runs away while both Alphas clash to claim paternity over her child, will Zara manage to survive in the wild? And when things get even more complicated with a prophecy, how will Zara’s choice change the world of werewolves as we know it?

“Will you die for them?” The Alpha King’s voice was cold enough to silence the hall. And Althea heard the answer long before she spoke it… not from herself, but from the minds screaming around her. ‘Just sacrifice yourself.’ ‘You’re nothing.’ ‘You should die for us.’ Her gift or curse let her hear and read every hateful thought, every desperate plea. And even then, she still stepped forward. She chose to protect the weak, the innocent, the only ones who had ever shown her kindness… even if the price was her life. But Gavriel Kingsley, the Alpha King, didn’t kill her. He wanted something else. Ownership. "You are mine now," His voice barely above a whisper. “As a slave?!” The King chuckled, his gaze dark as midnight. “As my breeder.”

On the day I was supposed to get engaged to my childhood sweetheart, Noah Pratt, I escaped. As I flew out of the country, I deleted all forms of contact with him. Six years later, I had to return to oversee the moving of my parents’ graves. At the entrance to the cemetery, I bumped right into Noah. He gripped my wrist while gazing at me with red-rimmed eyes. “Why did you run away?” he asked. He had grown very thin. Heavy bags were under his eyes. It was as if haunting dreams had plagued his nights. “Because I didn’t want to marry someone I didn’t love,” I replied. He swayed on his feet as if the rug had been swept from under him. “Is there anything else?” I asked. But he remained silent. I waited patiently before walking past him. I had not lied. Indeed, I had burned out that love for him in the first three years I spent overseas.

My fiancé of eight years moved in with the junior he was mentoring. She was young, pretty, knew how to play helpless, and knew exactly what she was doing. He'd down every toast meant for her—the same nights he let me get talked into drinking until I nearly died. He sat with her through her depression, fetched her water, fed her by hand. And me? I was alone in a hospital bed, burning with a 104-degree fever. He set her up on a pedestal and never noticed I'd been ground into the dirt. The day they discharged me, I didn't scream. I didn't fall apart. I went home, quietly packed a suitcase, and burned every memory that had his name on it. Later I heard the famous CEO of Washington Group showed up at his fiancée's door with millions of dollars in gifts. He found an empty apartment. And he lost his mind.

Nyra Lopez is the first female Alpha to fight for her claim. A woman, an Alpha? The Council mocked her. But her father’s last words burned into her soul— “Protect them, Nyra. Be the Alpha they deserve.” She was ready to fight the world for her pack. What she wasn’t ready for… was him. Ethan Cross. A human. A wolf-hunter. Her fated mate. A man whose hatred for her kind burns hotter than fire— and yet, whose touch sets her soul ablaze. He was supposed to fear her. She was supposed to hate him. Instead, he looked at her with fire, questioned her command, and touched her like no man ever dared. But when secrets unravel, Nyra learns Ethan is more than just a human, and her own uncle—the Alpha who raised her—would rather see them both dead than let the prophecy come true. Now Nyra must make an impossible choice: Her mate… or her throne?