Crimson Hunters 40k

#warewolf #lycan #romantic #LifeandDeath Time is valuable. War doesn't wait for anyone. This girl doesn't have the luxury of slow lessons. She has had a late start. She stood across from us, chest heaving. Staring at us with her Heterochromia. Those dual colored eyes.

The Hunters. The legendary Archers of Alestari were known world wide. Many trained for years, from youth to adulthood, to be good enough to qualify to be an apprentice to the Hunters. Every year, the Hunters would travel all across the land of Alestari, searching for a single apprentice. Many hearts were crushed in this process. Because there were many years, that none were selected to train under the legendary Archers. They would travel to every kingdom, city, town, village and tribe, searching. Royalty and common folk alike revered and worshiped the Hunters, for they were the true protectors of the land. A single Hunter was as good as 20 regular Archers. But they were also known to be excellent spies, as well as swordsmen. Any weapon in the world, they knew how to use properly. Thus they were highly sought after for military purposes and occasionally mercenaries. To have a family member who was a Hunter, was the highest honor. They were treated like royalty, even by royals themselves. Whatever a Hunter said, whoever they chose as an apprentice, no one ever argued. To fight with a Hunters choice, was to eliminate any chances you had of your family becoming one. And for years, no one fought their decision. Until this year. In the kingdom of Alestari, anyone was eligible to try and become an apprentice. Anyone, but a woman. Women were forbidden to learn any kind of weaponry, especially archery. So when the King of the Hunters, chooses a woman to be an apprentice, many were angry. And they were out, to make her pay.

Amara Voss doesn’t just kill, she survives. Viktor Dragovic doesn’t just rule, he dominates. Neither of them gives a damn about love, but when their worlds collide, sparks fly, and the chaos gets personal. Her blade is sharp, his heart is ice, and together they’re a ticking time bomb.   But the past has a way of screwing things up. Blood-soaked secrets and betrayals refuse to stay buried, dragging them into a mess that could tear them apart. Yet every crimson kiss pulls them deeper into a passion they can’t escape, no matter how dangerous it gets.  

When 16 years old TOKE inadvertently saves her favorite teacher from death with her powers, she is confronted by a group of spirit children and yanked from the world she knows into the witching world where she finds she is a white WITCHLORD and one of the five tasked to protect Nigeria from magical threats. Toke soon finds herself in the thick of the war between the Witches and the Cursed Ones (Vampires) who have suddenly appeared all over Africa, and she must choose between love, duty, and betrayal, even as she discovers her boyfriend is one of the enemy, and the battle is brought closer to her homestead and her loved ones in peril.

Kaldar wakes up after his impurification, now reborn as a vampire, and having no memories of his past except for the fact that he was a dying cancer patient. He soon learns that he was reborn not only as a vampire but as a rare alpha-specie called the Supremes, which are more highly advanced than the ordinary vampire. His aspiration to figure out about his past life drives him but he is soon met with great challenges like the higher court, a board made of vampires that have lived for millennia, and want him to join the fight against a newly discovered species of human that can transform into wolf-like beasts that pose a threat to all vampires, previously thought to be myths. As a vampire he is supposed to be stoic yet he finds himself falling in love with a human girl named Dawn, which eventually causes him to a fellow vampire for the first time. He has to decide between his human lover, his aspiration to find out about his past life and the higher court.

Evelyn Vale was raised to fear the woods—and to kill what lives within them. As the daughter of the most feared werewolf hunter alive, she’s spent her life hidden behind high walls, reading stories of love and freedom she’s never known. But when she strays too far into the trees one fateful evening, she’s captured by the very monsters her father trained her to hate. Alpha Rafe Blackthorn has blood on his hands and vengeance in his heart. The last thing he expects is to discover that the human girl trespassing on his land is his fated mate—the daughter of the man who slaughtered his parents. Claiming her could tear apart the fragile line between peace and war. But denying the bond may destroy them both. Held hostage in a world of teeth and moonlight, Evelyn becomes a symbol of everything the pack despises—and everything Rafe cannot let go. As tensions rise and war looms, Evelyn must choose between the family that raised her and the bond she never asked for. And Rafe must decide if love is worth risking his pack… and his heart. Enemies by blood. Bound by fate. Can love rewrite the laws written in war?

When scholar Evelyn Blackthorne receives a mysterious invitation to the Carpathians, her search for truth draws her to Whitestone Castle—and to Count Dracula, a man who lives only by night. The deeper she wanders through his haunted halls, the more the castle itself begins to breathe, whisper, and choose. Torn between reason and desire, Evelyn discovers that curiosity can awaken things older—and far hungrier—than love.

Synopsis/Blurb: "I, Lysander Nightshade, reject you, Ilana Wood, and brand you unworthy of being my mate." With those cruel words, Alpha Lysander shatters Ilana’s human heart under the Blood Moon, choosing duty over destiny. Marked and broken, Ilana crosses paths with people who reveal to her that she is more than just a mere human. But when darkness threatens to destroy everything they hold dear, their paths collide once more. Will Ilana find the strength to forgive the man who rejected her? And can Lysander defy fate a second time, or will he lose everything—including the only woman meant for him?

In a world where werewolves rule from the shadows and humans live in carefully crafted ignorance 17 YrAria Blackwood receives an invitation that will shatter everything she believes to be true. Selected for the prestigious Crimson Moon Academy—a place where the "fortunate few" humans are groomed to become mates for powerful werewolf alphas-Aria thinks she's escaping her cursed life as the town outcast. Born with strange silver eyes and raised by a grandmother who speaks in riddles, she's spent years hiding abilities she doesn't understand. But Crimson Moon Academy isn't the paradise promised in the glossy brochures. It's a hunting ground where humans are prey, alphas are predators, and survival means playing a game with rules written in blood. Worse still, Aria catches the attention of the Shadow Princes—four ruthless alpha heirs who rule the academy with iron claws Kaine, the Northern Prince, whose icy demeanor hides a dangerous obsession. Zephyr, the Southern Prince, whose charm is as lethal as his bite. Raven, the Eastern Prince, who sees through every lie and keeps darker secrets. Lysander,the Western Prince, the cruelest of them all, who views humans as toys to break. Each wants to claim her.Each wants to destroy her. And each holds a piece of the puzzle to her true identity—an identity that could either save their world or burn it to ash. As Aria uncovers the academy's bloody secrets and her own forbidden heritage, she realizes she's not just another human lamb led to slaughter. She's something far more dangerous. Something that was never meant to exist. The alphas wanted a prey to hunt.Instead, they awakened a predator But in a game where trusting anyone means death, and her own blood might be the deadliest betrayal of all, Aria must decide: Will she embrace the monster within.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.