Death Wolf X Loona

Growing up in a tiny cottage on the edge of Cloud Lake Wilderness Area, Lia lived a calm, simple life with her Gran. She went to school, tended her Gran's gardens and learned all about the healing properties of herbs. All of that changes one night when a large, black wolf appears in her backyard and Lia finds herself inexplicably drawn to the creature. Within one cycle of the moon Lia learns that werewolves are not the creatures of myths and fairy tales that she believed them to be. Even more incredibly, she is one, and so is Gran! They’ve been living on the edge of Cloud Lake Pack land for her entire life, hiding from the Moon Goddess who Gran is certain will lead her terrible, abusive, Lycan mate right to them. When the Wolf Moon, first full moon of the year, rises in the sky, Lia has to decide if she will accept the mate the Moon Goddess has chosen for her and take her place a Luna. Lia Her troubles don’t end there! She must survive mysterious poisonings, a kidnapping, and then put her trust in the judgment the Lycan Law Tribunal.

“No! Please, Santiago--” I whimpered, as his hand seized my wrist with an iron grip, yanking me forward, dragging me effortlessly toward the chair he had pulled into the center of the room the night before. The symbol of my humiliation. He stopped right in front of the chair, spinning me around, facing him. "You want me to be your monster, mi ángel?" His hand grabbed my throat, tilting my chin up until my eyes locked with his dark gaze. I flinched from the sudden movement. "Cause I’ll be your favorite monster — just say the word, cariño." Santiago’s face hovered only inches from mine. His lips so close, I could taste the sweetness of his breath — once making butterflies take flight in my stomach, now curdling my insides into a cold, suffocating fear. Slowly, his free hand rose toward my face. I held my breath. His touch was deceptively soft and gentle, caressing my cheek. His thumb lingered against my lips, tracing them slowly, his eyes fixed there as he spoke — his voice soft, yet heavy with menace. "Divorce is not an option, mi amor. We took a vow five years ago. Remember?" He finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, catching every flicker of fear before he delivered his last words like a verdict: "Till death do us part."

The day before Chris Carter and I were supposed to get engaged, my parents sent me to prison. Three years later, when I was finally released, Chris was the only one who came to pick me up. I knew he despised me. I trembled, keeping my head down, hoping to slip away unnoticed. But he blocked my path, frowning. “Emily York? You stink.” He pinched his nose and told me to get in the car. I fell to my knees, desperately begging him not to take me home. If he did, I would die. He looked at me with chilling indifference and said, “Then go ahead and die.” I agreed. But later, he cried and begged me to stay alive.

I was out for a long time. My eyes could not adjust easily and I felt a lot of pain throughout my whole body. I didn't know what was happening but surely I was somewhere in the dark. "That's ok, now sleep. Tomorrow you will feel better," someone woman voice said. Then I heard another male voice saying, "what has gotten into you? Now we are in deep shit." I couldn't listen to the conversation any longer as I have lost conciousness again. I groaned in agony as I felt myself waking again. I opened my eyes slowly but I could only see blurred. I noticed I had better sense of smell and I could hear better too. What's going on?I could hear a conversation that was outside the room I was locked in. "Please, do not tell anyone. It must have been the haze. It felt stronger then usual this time and I couldn't hold myself any longer. He was way too hot and I felt an unusual feeling like I was out of control." That was definitely Mei, but whom was she talking to? Also, what the hell is she? I couldn't forget last night's images. Fangs, shadows, and, blue eyes glowing at me, no, but then the second time they looked Red. Yes. I remember that. I was not going crazy.

Rosa is the adopted daughter of Gaia The Wolf Goddess Of Hell. Rosa shared half the soul of the first oracle with her best friend. A siren boy called Charlie. He is in fact her fated mate. But not all is as it seems. Charlie in his arrogance wants the other half of the oracle soul for himself, so he turns against Rosa and their bond and mates and marks another female. But Rosa didn’t know until it was too late. On that day the oracle was reborn but in her anger declared who she truly was. Jadara the Vengeful. She was sent by the gods to kill those who tainted their mate bonds and so in her rage pulled the other half of her soul from Charlie and joined with Cece Rosa’s wolf. In Rosa’s desperation she fled away from civilisation to keep everyone safe. She was broken, rejected and alone living in solitude for five years until the oracle and her wolf took over. Will Rosa be able to stop Jadara from her mission? Will she embrace her? Or will they encounter the one who broke them? Nothing is as it seems. Only by joining forces will they truly understand who they really are.

Minnow Venandi grows up in a wealthy business family. One night on her way home from a party, she gets attacked by two men. Minnow hides the truth and tells no one about the assault. On her eighteenth birthday, she receives an unexpected introduction to the actual family business- hunting werewolves. As her family teaches her the skills needed for this craftmanship, she realises that her attackers were werewolves and an act of blind revenge begins to grow. Minnow soon understands that she has been born with a specific skill set and hunting werewolves comes naturally to her. She tracks her attackers to the nearby Moonfall pack led by the proud and fearless Alpha Miles and begins to hunt his pack with clinical skill and determination under cover of night. Alpha Miles confronts her, but can he get through to Minnow and make her see he's not the enemy, and can he help her heal what's been so mercilessly broken.

My name is Christian Thompson, and once upon a time, I was the best striker in European football. That was until he came along—Ashford Ryder, young and carefree, 10 years my junior and the new shining star. I hate him. At least that's what I tell myself. Not just because he's taken my spot, but because he's everything I've struggled all my life to be, and not to be. He's vibrant, he's happy, and the worst of all, he's openly gay. I'm not homophobic, quite the opposite—I've lived in the closet all my life. All my life, I've had to hide who I am to please the people around me. European football hasn't always been this accepting of gay men, and I'd squeezed myself into a box to fit in with what they wanted of me. It isn’t that hard when you think about my family who'd rather disown me than have an openly gay son. So imagine how I feel when the world decides to be more accommodating to people like Ashford Ryder when they shoved me in a box. It's not so easy to hate the happy-go-lucky striker, when he does everything to get close to me, despite my insistent hatred for him. He's like a thorn in my side—a hot, sexy, blonde, 5ft9 thorn I can't stop thinking about. But when one day I lose my cool around the popular striker and land myself in bad press, I end up needing his help. It's supposed to be easy. Spend some time with Ashford Ryder, and show our fans that we can work together—it's what I need to do to save my career. But no one tells you how hard it is to hate someone you spend every waking hour dreaming about.

"I know that I don't know what am doing but am not the one behind the deaths" Meet the Orphan who accidentally who accidentally discover the power of werewolf in him. From Orphan to Alpha, although it was said that he doesn't know what he is doing anytime he transforms to werewolf. And after some hours, he starts receiving some news about the people that were murdered by a werewolf. He don't know if he was the one that did it or not, it is always a secret. But the day the secret got leaked, he is on the run till the date, and because of it even those ones that tried to protect him betrays him more than any other. Lost the one he loves, got hated by the ones who have been there for him. Till the day he discovered the unknown wolf. Who is the wolf?

The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years. "Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession. He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape. In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind. He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine. The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body. When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork. “George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!” George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached. “Just toss it where trash belongs.”

When the wolves were created they were created without a soul, animals, killer machines, ones that go on killing spree with nothing to hold them back. The gods regretted their decision to create the wolves, they were rogue, they had no loyalties, nothing to stop them from burning the whole world, they needed a soul. The gods couldn't give the wolves a soul, they refused to kneel down, and their souls were as dark as their dark lusts. The gods forced the wolves to their knees, giving them souls in the shape of humans, kill the soul and die, hurt the soul and feel agony, the souls are to be saved, and protected, no more killing, no more attacks, they are forced to take care of their own soul.