Eight Years Novels & Stories

Alana Hope was a wolfless girl who was unaware of her nature. Her true form gradually awakened when she met the father of her son, eight years after an eventful one-night stand. Alana had no idea how her life would immensely change after that. Alric Valmore was the Alpha of The Valmore Blood Pack, one of the biggest packs in Eastern Dhuran. For as long as he could remember, he had been searching for his mate, his future Luna. After stumbling into Alana, he sensed, deep within his bones, that she was his mate, but with her wolf not coming out, will he ever know for certain? Fate would have it, Alana and her son were taken to the Port of Valmore, the biggest territory of The Valmore Blood Pack. Would Alric rise to the occasion and fight for his Luna and son? What would happen when Alana's roots are shed into light? What would happen when the wolves that treated her as inferior, learn that Alana was the missing piece to the strength of their pack? Follow me on social media. Search Author_LiLhyz on IG & FB.

In a haunting piece of paranormal fiction, after the ancient forces of light and darkness harness their powers into eight separate rings, humanity itself becomes its only hope. However, things go horribly wrong when jealousy, family, love and secrets cloud the sane judgement of the ring bearers. Will humanity be able to save itself, or will our fate be to fall into the hands... of Kayos?

Two decades earlier, the realms of the Four Courts waged war against the covens of witches. Neither side would yield, though both were bleeding themselves dry in a war that spanned five brutal years. The Courts relied on their noble bloodlines, the witches on their wild and ancient spells. Each skirmish ended in ash, with neither enemy capable of breaking the other. Then a sorcerer from the Courts revealed a weapon: an octagonal crystal forged from eight different stones, each carved from the essence of a court. On the battlefield, before witches or nobles could comprehend what was happening, the crystal ignited. A blinding eruption of light burst forth, eight rays fusing into one unbearable brilliance. It was not merely sight that was torn away in that flash — but power, essence, and soul. Both Courts and witches alike fell, drained of the magic that had defined them. When the light faded, the battlefield lay silent under a sky of glittering dust. The enchantments were gone. The witches’ spellcraft, the courts’ line-born sorcery — extinguished forever. Neither side had won. Both had lost. And magic never returned.

Billionaire CEO Damien Voss hasn’t slept peacefully in three years — not since the car accident that broke him. When his assistant drapes a forgotten lavender-and-strawberry scented blanket over him, Damien finally finds rest… until the precious scent is washed away forever. Desperate and unraveling, he turns to the blanket’s owner: Liora Kane, his assistant’s younger sister. With a single threat her brother’s job or her compliance Damien forces Liora into a contract: eight hours per night in his bed, nothing more. Her days remain her own. Six months only. He tells himself he is being reasonable. He only needs her scent to sleep. Nothing else. But Damien Voss was once the city’s most sought-after bachelor tall, devastatingly handsome, and powerfully built. Even after the accident, his striking looks and commanding presence remain. And though he has never been with a woman, he quickly learns how to use every inch of his body to seduce the innocent woman lying beside him. Night after night, Liora lies stiff beside the domineering CEO as he buries his face in her neck, inhaling her like a drug. What begins as clinical necessity slowly turns carnal. His touches grow bolder. His hips start to rock against her in the dark. He rubs himself against her thigh or stomach until he shudders and spills in his boxers, whispering filthy praises against her skin while she fights the unwanted heat building inside her. The contract promised safety. It promised only eight hours and nothing sexual unless she consents. Yet Damien’s obsession deepens with every shared breath. Jealousy ignites. Possession takes hold. And Liora finds herself dangerously seduced by the broken, beautiful man who needs her more than air a man willing to break every rule to make her crave him.

Valkyrie of the Scarred Moon found herself easily entrance with her human mate, Sage. Yet she is doubting to claim her as hers forever fearing that she is going to be caught up in their world of violence. The unending cycle of war between the Triad which started eight hundred years ago has continued to brew towards another phase of endless death. Their enemies, the Phantom, started to create a hybrid army, targeting human lives as sacrifices for their supremacy. Along with her pack, they must survive to protect their loved ones from the danger coming to rip their lives apart. Sage Reese Sullivan is just an aspiring landscape photographer who just wants to explore the world once she finishes high school. But she seems unaware of the mysterious realm of the place she's born into until she met the beautiful woman with a pair of bluest eyes. She is certain that there's more outside her dreary town and yet she has these strange impulses to rather stay inside the eccentric presence of Valkyrie Irvine, the new pretty face of Storm Hill.

On the day our son, Lucas Smith, turned one month old, my husband, Xavier Smith, learned that his precious childhood sweetheart, Wendy Xander, had been kidnapped. The kidnappers made an outrageous demand. They wanted him to personally cut off our son’s legs. He acted indifferent, as if it didn’t matter. But behind my back, he drugged my drink with a heavy dose of sleeping pills. Dazed and barely able to stay awake, I forced myself toward the nursery. That was when I overheard his conversation with his bodyguard. “Mr. Smith, there’s a good chance Miss Xander staged this whole kidnapping. Are you really going to do this? What if something happens to Lucas?” “It’s just a kid. If he dies, he dies. “Even if this is all fake, I won’t take a single risk when it comes to Wendy.” My hands trembled as I gripped the doorframe. So this was what I meant to him. Eight years together. His own flesh and blood. And none of it mattered more than Wendy.

He left me bleeding on an operating table while he wined and dined my replacement. Three months later, Julian Voss has everything: the heiress with "proven fertility," our penthouse, his perfect life. I have nothing. Until I meet Damien Hale the billionaire rival Julian destroyed eight years ago. The enemy who's been waiting for the perfect weapon. Me. One proposition: Pretend to be his wife. He'll give me everything I need to burn Julian's empire to ashes. But revenge gets complicated when Damien's possessive touch makes Julian's jaw clench with jealousy. When our fake marriage starts feeling dangerously real. When the man who was supposed to be my tool becomes the one thing I can't control. Julian's begging now, destroying his perfect life trying to win me back. He doesn't know I'm not his anymore. I'm the weapon they both created. And when the ashes settle, only one man will have me.

Whenever Rachel Cooper loses it, I know I'm about to get divorced again. I close my eyes. "We are divorcing for the ninth time." Marcus Miller massages his temples and says regretfully, "Vivian, Barry died all of a sudden, leaving his wife and her unborn baby behind. I can't ignore them. Relax. Once the baby's born, we'll remarry. We won't separate ever again!" I remain silent. I already heard this promise eight times before. Barry Miller's sudden death is the reason for Rachel's breakdown. It also caused Marcus and me to divorce for the first time. Back then, Rachel was already pregnant, prompting Marcus to divorce me. He will remarry me once he has comforted her. Over the past nine months, we have married and divorced eight times. Everyone mocks me by calling me the Eight-Ring Wonder. I also find it ridiculous. After I accept the divorce certificate, one of the court staff secretly asks me, "When are you getting married again?" I answer calmly, "There's no next time."

In the two years after Bradley Vaughn's so-called "memory loss," we divorced seven times—all to keep his childhood crush Vivian Monroe happy. Number eight? Because Vivian got pregnant. "You can't have kids anyway. Once Vivian has the baby, we'll get back together. You can raise the kid." That was his usual ice-cold line as he slid the papers across the table. That night, he kicked me out—said Vivian got nauseous just seeing me. I moved into another house. Alone. In the rain. Even after I landed in the ER from a near assault, he didn't bother asking if I was okay. Then one day, I spotted him at a clinic with Vivian. He rubbed her belly and laughed, "So what if she finds out I faked the amnesia? She can't live without me. Toss her a bone, she'll come crawling." I looked away, steady. Then my phone buzzed. [How did your checkup go?]

Galata Ferrari has been married for eight years to Matteo Sebastini, the man she has loved for as long as she can remember, to whom she has dedicated her entire life, and for whose sake she set aside all her goals. With a three-year-old child and another pregnancy, she believes her life is exactly as she always dreamed, until she overhears a conversation between her husband and his best friend. He reveals that he married her out of spite, believing that the woman he truly loved had betrayed him. However, this woman returns, and with her return, the happiness Galata felt collapses like a house of cards, as he realizes he is still in love with his ex-girlfriend. Matteo finds himself torn between love and duty; he thinks he will ultimately choose love, but later he realizes his true feelings. By then, it is too late, and the divorce has already been signed. What will Matteo do to win back his true love? Will Galata return to him, or will she dedicate herself to achieving all the goals she had left behind?