Dylan O'brien Hot Novels & Stories

Sixteen-year-old Vera Moonlock has survived the slums of the imperial capital by wit and stealth—but when a drunken soldier targets an innocent child, her dormant power erupts in a flash of psychic fury. Branded the “dream witch,” she’s dragged to the feared Judgment Tower, where the empire confines its most dangerous Alphas. There she meets Lucien Thornehart, the legendary Mad Wolf King, whose mind teeters on the brink of madness. Bound by necessity—and a fragile pact woven in the dream plain—they shatter their chains and ignite a rebellion under the rising Blood Moon. From the Howling Spire to the storm-lashed heights of Skyforge Citadel, Vera and Lucien must master their mismatched gifts: her star-blood dreamcraft and his feral alpha wrath. As they breach iron gates, outwit psionic dampeners, and rally hybrids and humans alike, they discover that the true enemy is not a single tyrant but the systemic fear that binds them all. In a final reckoning on a frozen lake, they redeem a fallen prince, unite former foes in the Constellation Accord, and found Ember Tower Academy—where the next generation will learn to guard freedom with fang and dream. *Dream Sovereign: Chronicles of the Blood Moon* is an epic saga of power, mercy, and the unbreakable bonds forged in shared nightmares.

I was his disposable wife for four years… until I became his brother’s favorite sin. ************ I spent four years as a trophy wife with a secret: my life was a living hell. My husband used his billions to hide the bruises, and my family were too busy enjoying his money to care that I was breaking. But the night he left me for dead on the floor of our mansion, something snapped. I didn't cry or scream. I just grabbed my four-year-old daughter and ran.I thought I was free. When a gang snatched us off the street, I thought my husband would finally show a shred of humanity. Instead, he simply turned off his phone. I was seconds away from a bullet when Ethan Hilton stepped in. He’s cold, dangerous, and looks at me like he already owns me. He offered me a deal: a roof over our heads, and safety in exchange for working as his secretary. I thought I’d found a guardian angel, until I realized who he really is.Ethan isn't just a stranger. He’s the stepbrother my husband hates, the family secret they tried to erase.Now, I’m trapped in a house with a man who wants to use me to destroy the person I fear most. He doesn't just want my loyalty, he wants me breathless and broken on his desk, and even with my husband clawing to reclaim me, I’d rather burn in Ethan’s bed than spend another second in my husband's cage.

I was in the middle of hosting an important international meeting when my younger brother’s sudden call interrupted me. On the other end, his voice was low and trembling. "Matt, someone took my spot for the exchange student program." I rushed to his school right away, only to find him cornered in an office, his eyes slightly red. A cocky-looking boy was pointing at Tim’s nose, his face full of arrogance. "You want to compete with me? I’m the heir of the Smiths in Ardenford. My mom just donated an entire lab building to the school! Who do you think you are?" Even the teacher nearby spoke up in support of him. "Timothy, the Smiths are one of our school’s major benefactors. You’d better be sensible and not cause any trouble." I was about to step forward and confront them when those words—the Smiths in Ardenford—made me stop cold. The Smiths in Ardenford? Since when did my mom have a third son besides me and my brother, Timothy? I immediately dialed her number, a cold laugh slipping from my lips. "Mom, when did you have another son behind Dad’s back?"

Everything I built my life on for four years was a lie. Nathan Cole told his grandmother he was infertile. She begged me on her knees to marry him, and because she was the only family I had left after my parents died, I said yes. I gave up my own engagement for her. I became the devoted wife of a man the whole family pitied. For four years, I believed I couldn't have children. I mourned it quietly, never once making him feel less of a man because of it. I raised the little boy he brought home and told me was an orphan, loving him like he was my own. When Nathan's business "collapsed," I worked myself to exhaustion to hold our household together, feeding his family, carrying a debt that was never really mine. None of it was real. Nathan was never infertile. He just never wanted a family with me — so he made sure I never got pregnant, quietly, through the tea he made me every single night. The son I raised wasn't an orphan either. He was Nathan's, from another woman he didn't want to keep. And the money he claimed was gone had been going somewhere else all along — to a whole other family, three children deep, with a woman he actually loved. The infertility, the bankruptcy, the adoption — none of it was about me. It was all just his way of keeping me close without ever giving me the truth. He always believed I had nowhere else to go. No family, no options, just him. He was wrong. By the time he realized what I'd become, I was already gone — and someone who never lied to me was waiting with a ring.

I divorced Adrian Cross seven days before he died. I thought his silence meant he never loved me. I was wrong. At his funeral, his grandmother grabs my wrist. "You were the only thing he ever wanted." Then the letters. Dozens of them. Never sent. "I saw you long before you ever knew my name." Debts he paid off in secret. Enemies he destroyed without a word. A photo of me he carried for five years — before we ever met. I mourn a man I never actually knew. Then I find out he didn't die by accident. I go looking for the truth. The truth comes looking for me first. Dying, I only wish for one thing. One more chance to choose him. I open my eyes three years in the past. Same morning. Same contract on the table. Adrian, alive, asking if I'm ready to sign. I know what's coming this time — the danger, the silence, the divorce I'm never going to file again. I'm not walking away from him twice. I'm not losing him twice. This time, I choose Adrian Cross. Before it's too late to tell him so.

My husband’s friend’s widow uploaded a picture of her pregnancy report. [Thank you for letting me have my own baby.] I responded with a question mark when I saw Jake Green, my husband’s name, in the husband column. Jake immediately called me to yell at me. “She’s a widow and is living alone. All she wants is to have a baby to keep her company and give her life a little more cheer. How could you not show her even this bit of pity? “You know that Henry is my friend. It’s only right for me to take care of his wife after he died! This is called friendship, don’t you understand?!” Soon, Henry’s widow uploaded a photo of a loft apartment. [Thank goodness you’re by my side to let me experience the warmth of a family again.] When I saw Jake busying himself in the kitchen in the photo, I thought it was time to end the marriage.

When the tsunami came, ninety-five percent of the world's land disappeared beneath the ocean. I was just an ordinary graduate student in aquaculture when I was swept into the deep sea and unexpectedly awakened a god-tier talent: Dragon Lord. From then on, I could sense the emotions of marine life, issue simple commands, and even make elite sea beasts bow their heads and obey. While everyone else fought for a single mouthful of fresh water, I opened a ranch in the deep sea. With an army of sea beasts, I built a city of trade upon the sea!

Her inheritance has always been hanging on the edge of a cliff. Born as the only grandchild to the Alpha of the Thorn clan, Leanna had trained night and day to one day be worthy enough to rule. But there was one hitch in her plan. She could not manifest her wolf! As the only member of the clan unable to do so, her legibility to remain was a topic of discussion, much less her right to rule. But everything changes on the dark night she comes in contact with her mate. With her claim strengthened and the path of love ignited, will Leanna claim her right to rule, or be forced to go along with her grandfather’s wishes, and fall into the lap of the wild alpha of the Stormfang clan, that awaits her!

During my wedding, which is livestreamed all over the world, my fiancé, Marvin Keller, calls me a shameless woman who's gotten pregnant out of wedlock. Then, he calls off our engagement and marries my father's illegitimate daughter, Delilah Lambert. My mother is so incensed by this that she gets a stroke and ends up bedridden. Amid my despair, my childhood friend, Tristan Wright, proposes. He tells me he's had a crush on me for many years and is willing to treat my child with Marvin as his own. I'm moved by Tristan's promise and accept his proposal. Three years after we get married, I give birth to a stillborn. My mother is still in a coma and doesn't seem like she'll ever wake up. I'm hospitalized after getting into an accident for the eighth time. That's when I overhear Tristan's conversation with a private doctor. Finally, I discover the truth—he's never loved me. "You orchestrated eight accidents just to make sure Delilah would inherit her family's fortune? Are you out of your mind?" "I've done Lethia wrong with this, but I'll use the rest of my life to atone for my sins. She should be satisfied with that."

Warning: 18+ only. This is dark and possessive. Triggers: M/M, werewolf, possessive alpha, power imbalance, forced proximity, dubcon, scent marking, bullying, violence. My name is Theo Ellis. I'm nineteen. I'm the ghost on the university swim team. I time laps. I don't matter. Karl Maddox is twenty-one. Captain. Three records. Alpha heir. For two years he never saw me. I went back to the locker room at 11pm for my inhaler. I found him instead. His hands were in solid steel. His eyes were gold. Blood on his mouth. Three nights before the moon. Pack law is simple. A human who sees a shift belongs to that wolf. So now I'm his. He leaned in, breathed against my throat, and said, "You smell fucking irresistible." Someone laced his water that night. They wanted a witness. They got me. By morning practice, the whole pack will smell him on my skin. And Karl doesn't share.