Crimson Blade Mga Nobela at Kwento

During a battle with a rival pack, my Alpha mate, Damien, burst into my private healing sanctuary. He was carrying Lyra, a Beta warrior who had supposedly taken a poisoned blade for him. The next day, under the watchful eye of the Moon Goddess, Damien was forced by the pack elders to apologize. He explained that bringing an outsider into my sanctuary was a desperate act in a moment of crisis. After all, Lyra had saved his life. But that night, in the bed we once shared, Lyra stabbed herself with a dagger laced with wolfsbane and framed me for the attack. He chose to believe her. The rejection ceremony ripped my wolf from my soul. I was cast out—a powerless exile, left for dead in a storm, to be torn to shreds by rogues. But what Damien never knew was that the ancient curse afflicting him could only be healed by me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning: the moment Damien carried that woman in, demanding I save her.

Jasmine became a human-robot dead to emotions, the night her parents were murdered in cold blood right in front of her. She was a killer, the type that tempts a man with her body, entices him with her siren-like voice, and then drives a blade into his chest sending him to his Creator. When her uncle and the only family she had is killed by the Governor she sought out to get him in the only way she knows how to, but her plan falls through as she discovered he wasn't in the least interested in her body. In between being his assistant, sharing a floor with him, and wondering why he had such a cold blank look that made her shiver, he slowly was beginning to work his way into a piece of her anatomy she could swear she had tossed into a dumpster - Her heart. Now Jasmine must choose between revenging her uncle's death or try figuring out if there was more to the hardcore desire she felt for a man she was supposed to hate with her being.

As my blade pierces the base of his neck, the silver sizzles against his skin. His cold blue eyes open wide. The grim reality of his situation sets in. He gulps hard and shakes his head in fear. "I repent." He squeaks like the coward he is. "Forgive my crimes. Let me face the Council." "You'll find no mercy here, Sin." Blood gushes down his bare chest freely. "You will be judged by the Goddess." His expression quickly changes to one of anger, exposing his ruse. "I see you in the Palace of the Goddess, I will kill you again." I growl. "And if she casts me out, I will meet you on the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman come to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time." "I underestimated you." He chokes. "Everyone does." I whisper as I lay my full weight against the pommel.

York Langston locked me up for six months. Word on the street was he dropped over 100 million to buy me my own private island. Security here? Tight enough to rival the White House. Even a bird that flew past the area would get shot down on sight. But what nobody knew… All that luxury people envied? To me, it was just a gilded cage. It wasn't until he found a woman who looked almost like me that his interest began to fade. One day, she stormed the island with a gang at her back while he was away. She slashed my tendons and carved up my face with a blade before locking me inside a cage with a rabid dog. I was barely breathing by the time York finally found me. "York, this woman thought she could fool you by imitating me? She must be a spy! You'll have to flay her alive if you want her to talk!"

"I can give you what you want, professor," I said, my gaze trained on him. He moved closer to me until my back hit the wall. Then his gaze dropped to my lips, his golden eyes taking on a crimson hue. "And what's that, Miss Nightbourne?" He said, his voice dropping to a heart-racing whisper, sending shivers down my spine. "Me." ... Drugged and forced into a premature heat, Clarissa ends up in bed with Jaxon, her fiance's uncle. And eventually, she discovers that she's pregnant. Betrayed, branded a traitor, exiled, broken, and alone, she soon discovers a dangerous secret-her bloodline is more than just powerful. She is the last heir of the Lunar Throne. To uncover her potential, she must attend the Werewolf Academy. At the Academy, she must fight for her birthright while facing ruthless enemies, dark prophecies, and the forbidden pull of her mate-now her professor. Will she be able to find the justice she so desperately seeks?

"What if I am jealous?” he whispered in my ear. “What if I can’t stand that my father gets to be the one who beds an absolute goddess while I’m stuck being her stepson?"His scent surrounded me and there was nowhere for me to escape."I want you, Aria. I can’t stand the thought of you being my stepmother.”I felt his strong hands caress my back, reaching for the zipper of my dress and slowly beginning to undo it. Before I knew it, the crimson dress had fallen to the ground, revealing my body clad only in black lace lingerie...***Yesterday I was still an illegal healer, born and raised in the slums, struggling to pay rent.Today I am to marry the wealthiest Alpha in Romulus City. Life should be easy going forward, right?Until I meet my husband's son.My Father's Luna is My Mate is created by Reina Bellevue, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"He is an uncontrollable, unpredictable, possessive, manipulative, and paranoid beast. Do know what happens when he doesn't get what he wants?" "What?" "He destroys it." °°° The shy Esther Ellis, who goes unnoticed by majority, has a crush on Asher Knight— a character living a life opposite to her. He was revered by the crowd and sought-after. Asher Knight was the Alpha of Crimson Pack. Amongst those of his kind, he was known as a cruel and intimidating being. He settled for no imperfections and did not put the weak in his eyes. A mate didn't hold any value to him. For him, the concept of mate was simply some hormones being triggered, and he didn't want to submit to those. If useful, the mate would be kept, and if she gets in the way, her existence is to be gotten rid of. However, what happens when the timid Esther Ellis turns out to be his mate? Will he be able to end her life when she is treated as his weakness? How will Esther feel about the world of Werewolves?

As a girl with dominant blood running through her body and a physique bigger and stronger than most wolves, Brianna is trusted to succeed her father as Alpha of the Crimson Pack, which is unusual in a wolf pack that is usually led by a male. The problem is she doesn't have a mate yet, which puts her position in jeopardy. At the request of the Elders, Brianna finally leaves the Pack to find her true mate. What happens if her destined mate turns out to be Rainer, a rogue with a weak physique and no strength at all? Should she reject him? - Born physically weak and without strength, Rainer is banished from the pack and lives on the run. To avoid werewolves, he hides among humans and has to find a new place to live each week. His unexpected encounter with Brianna adds to the chaos in his life. Brianna is a dominant who turns out to be his mate. As he flees from his mate, Rainer senses Brianna is on the verge of death, awakening something inside him.

Without Kaelen's knowledge, I had his little plaything sent out of North America. That same night, he cast a blood-vine curse on my parents, banishing them to the wilds—a wasteland prowled by rogues. He was going to trade my parents' lives for the whereabouts of his plaything. Kaelen pushed a communication crystal in front of me. Inside it, my parents were ensnared by blood-red vines, the thorns digging deep into their flesh. Drops of dark crimson blood fell, one by one, onto the barren earth. A countdown timer pulsed in stark red digits on their chests. 23:59:59 23:59:58 He sat across from me, a black suit tailored to perfection molded to his lean, powerful frame. His long fingers tapped a light, steady rhythm on the solid wood table, as if he were waiting for a trivial business deal to close. "Estelle, you have twenty-four hours." His voice was low and calm, laced with a venomous tenderness. "Tell me, where did you send Cassandra?"

In the time before time, they were the rulers: Crimson wolves, a lineage of unparalleled power and dominance over Lunaria. With their unparalleled strength, fiery eyes and blood-red fur, they were stuff of legends, the pinnacle of what is meant to be Alpha. But as centuries passed, the tides of power are ever-shifting, the balance of the lands fractured and so did the Game of Alphas begin.   Pyra Blackwood, a scorned omega was seduced, betrayed and cast out by the same Alpha who rejected her. Left for dead, her life takes a whole turn as she is thrust into a deadly game of power where loyalty is an illusion, and survival demands sacrifice. She uncovers a hidden power—one that could reshape the fractured balance of the land.  Pregnant with the offsprings of her betrayer, Pyra must protect her heir, forge unlikely alliances and rise as the first Queen of Alphas.  Will she master the very game created to destroy her? Or will she fall prey to the dark forces seeking to consume her?  In the Game of Alphas, the rules are simple: trust no one, show no weakness, and never forget—Power is everything.