Novel & Cerita Dream Stories

My name's Eve Lewis, the only mute werewolf in Silver Moon Werewolf Kingdom. I was seen as a defect. At the coming-of-age ceremony, every shewolf around me shifted into their graceful wolf forms. Meanwhile, I still looked like the thin and weak human I was. The elders shouted that I should be exiled to the Forbidden Forest and left to fend for myself. The Forbidden Forest was a place no one ever returned from. My gaze passed through the mocking crowd and landed on the figure seated high above them. He was the newly crowned Alpha King, Jamie Carson. He was the only werewolf who had never laughed at me. He once saved me when no one else would. I'd also had a crush on him for sixteen years. But now he was a cold, merciless Alpha King. He alone could decide whether I lived or died. I looked at him with silent desperation while waiting for his judgment.

When I'm seven months pregnant, my mate, Kayden Booker, brings me to a celebratory party hosted in the Darkwind pack. Vera Walker, a Beta warrior, purposefully splashes red wine onto my gown. She also accuses me of smelling like a Rogue. I shove her away, only for her to collapse to the floor. Kayden immediately picks Vera up before slapping me in the face. "You're just a plaything to warm my bed, and yet you have the gall to touch what's mine?" That night, the video of me doing a lap dance while heavily pregnant is projected to the pack's public monitor, all thanks to Vera. The comment section is filled with the wolves' lewd chuckles and mocking comments. As I hide outside the door, I listen to Kayden and his subordinates' conversation. "She's just a human being who's meant to carry my pup. I'm going to abandon her when I get sick of her." "Only the Moon Goddess knows if that pup inside her womb is a bastard pup or what." "Vera is right. Women like her should be groomed." The wolves laugh among themselves. "Alpha Kayden, that woman sure is hot! Will you give her to us and let us have a taste?" Kayden replies icily, "Once she gives birth to that wretched pup, you can do whatever you want to her." Laughter fills the conference hall once again. I pull out the silver dagger that I've been tucking under my pillow. Then, I scratch out the countdown timer on my calendar.

She entered his office looking for a future but left his bed with a past she couldn’t forget. When Raina takes an internship at one of the city’s most powerful corporations, she expects nothing more than a paycheck to fund her dreams. But then she meets him—Cazien Wolfe. CEO. Enigma. Dangerous in ways no contract could warn her about. He’s brilliant but broken, a man stitched together by ambition and haunted medication. She’s guarded but desperate, a woman with a silent past and a heart too soft for her own good. One night. One mistake. One kiss that wasn’t supposed to happen—followed by a moment so intimate it feels imagined. But when Raina sees something she was never meant to witness—a truth about Cazien that cuts deeper than betrayal—her world spins off its axis. What begins as a story of slow attraction spirals into obsession, secrets, and scars neither of them are prepared to reveal. But desire doesn’t wait for permission. And some sins… beg to be repeated. This is not a love story. It’s a war between hearts, and only the broken survive.

Zayrielle Nox never meant to cross paths with the man behind the locked door next to hers. She thought moving into a quiet apartment would give her a fresh start. Instead, it trapped her beside Caeldrin Blackwood—a billionaire feared in boardrooms, whispered about in shadows, and bound by secrets worth destroying lives. When his powerful family demands a contract marriage to protect his empire, Caeldrin makes a ruthless offer Zayrielle should refuse. But one signature pulls her into a world of luxury, lies, and dangerous desire where every rule is meant to be broken. As enemies close in and betrayals surface, Zayrielle must decide whether loving a man like Caeldrin is worth the price—because once she steps into his world, there is no escape without heartbreak. He was never meant to love her. She was never meant to survive his world.

Luna Elsa is gifted with magic but she couldn't use them because she never trained and had difficulties in conceiving a child for her mate, which lead to her losing her Luna position to her own eldest sister which she found out was having a sexual affair with her mate, with this, she leaves the pack out of pain but worst comes to worse when her eldest sister orders for her death and she begs the gods for a second chance and is reincarnated into a magic school where she will learn to become a power mage for her revenge.

The campus madonna told my childhood friend that she loved Jackie Chan movies. He tied my arms and legs to four gigantic drones. Monday came by. Right in front of the whole school, the drones hauled me up three hundred feet into the air. The students' laughter was so thunderous, the skies shook. The videos they took went viral. I remained in the air until the drones ran out of battery and flew back down. My childhood friend untied me, grinning like he'd just pulled a harmless prank. "Wendy loves Jackie Chan, so I thought you should give her a little Police Story show. We've been friends our whole lives. You don't mind, do you?" I crumpled to the ground. Wendy Wood was leaning against my childhood friend's chest, and she was laughing so much, tears rolled down her cheeks. "You call that Jackie Chan? She just wet herself!" And she cackled further. I walked off and never came back. That drove my childhood friend mad. "We've been friends forever! You're overreacting!"

Cast out after a public rejection, Aira vanishes while carrying a child forbidden by ancient Alpha law. When she returns years later, her son’s presence triggers fear among the packs and exposes a secret tied to the Alpha King himself. As assassinations, trials, and rebellion unfold, the Alpha King chooses protection over tradition, forcing the kingdom to confront a truth it buried for generations.

Born a wolf, raised as a human in the city. Her wolf has finally awakened and wants the mate she cant stand. She swore she’d never return to the pack, but fate has other plans.

My mate, Raelor Thorne, is the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack. He once swore that in this lifetime, he would mark only me. Yet one month before our marking ceremony, he insisted that he must first mark with Seraphine Morcant, his late brother's mate. He claimed it was to comfort her and preserve his brother's bloodline. He said he would help her conceive an heir, so the line would not die. I refused. He brought it up every day after that, pressing harder each time, leaving me no room to breathe. Then, half a month before the ceremony, I received a report from the Pack Healing Sanctum. It stated clearly that Seraphine had already been marked and was nearly one month pregnant. In that moment, I finally understood. Raelor had never intended to ask for my consent. So I canceled the marking ceremony. I burned every token that tied us together. On the day we were meant to bind our lives, I left Silvermoon Territory alone. I traveled to the Obsidian Pack to further my mastery of healing arts and formally accepted the position of Chief Healer within their Order. From that day forward, there would be nothing left between Raelor and me. No bond. No mercy. No return.

In the Beast World, elven bloodlines can produce stronger half-breed offspring. After the Great War of the Ancient Races, elves began to classify themselves by the integrity of their wings. Substandard elves could purchase and tame werewolves to serve as their lifelong guards and companions. Before my parents passed away, they ordered a werewolf named Nolan to protect me—and, incidentally, to produce offspring. But that werewolf, who was exceptional in every way, despised me intensely. He would often berate me: “A deformed, worthless elf like you should just disappear. You’re not fit to be my mate!” After he smashed every item in the house yet again, I fled the house in a panic. By chance, I stumbled into an abandoned shelter, where a massive gray wolf’s paw reached out from the shadows and gripped my shoulder. The werewolf’s deep, golden eyes gestured for me to look at the sign standing nearby: ‘Defective Models: Trade -In Welcome.’ Tears welled in his eyes as a low, choked sob escaped his throat: “Master… take me home.” He was right. It was time to replace the one at home with a new one. But when I told Nolan to move out of my house, he braced his paws against the doorframe, his eyes red-rimmed: “You’re abandoning me just for that wild wolf?”