Ekko Alternate Universe Novels & Stories

Ayla is found as a baby by the beta family from River Ash Pack. she grew up with loving foster parents and a family. A lot changes when she doesn't shift, but Ayla is more than what everyone thinks. some might have a suspicion and want to use her for their own selfish reasons.. But someone out there is still waiting for her.

*She was banished to die. He saved her to possess her. Now three kings want to claim her… and the secret she carries could shatter kingdoms.* Elysia Belrose has spent her entire life as nothing—scentless, powerless, invisible. The night her mother dies, she drowns her grief in the arms of a brutal stranger who makes her feel wanted for one perfect moment… before shattering her: *“Don’t get the wrong idea. This didn’t mean anything.”* Two years later, she finally finds hope when Killian, the Alpha’s son, claims her as his mate. She tells herself she can earn his love. She’s wrong. When she discovers him in bed with the Alpha King’s daughter, her rejection provokes his rage. Beaten bloody and accused of seduction, Elysia is banished to the Wildlands for 100 days—a death sentence wrapped in mercy. But the man who saves her is the same stranger from that night. The one who broke her. Rhaegar Draven. The Alpha King. He doesn’t want her. He doesn’t believe in second chances. But when she begs for 99 days of protection, he agrees to one condition: she stays silent, obedient, and out of his way. Except Elysia is hiding something that pulses beneath her skin, growing stronger with each passing moon. A forbidden bloodline. A secret pregnancy. And a truth that makes her the most dangerous woman alive. Three men are hunting her—one who wants to reclaim her, one who wants to breed her, and one who’s trying to convince himself he doesn’t want to burn the world down to keep her. But Rhaegar’s wolf knows what he refuses to admit: she’s his. His mate. His queen. His salvation and his ruin. In 99 moons, everything will change.

In the world of werewolves, tradition is everything. Ancient customs, passed down through generations, dictate that females endure brutal mating ceremonies, leaving them scarred both physically and emotionally. When Celeste faces her own impending mating, she makes a daring choice: to escape the pack and forge her own path. Only days before her Hunt, she runs away to the Marines. The next Alpha of the Crystal River Pack can scent his mate while he is at the Hunt at the Silver Lake Pack. Yet he can't find her. The new Alpha warns Wyatt that if he chases after Celeste, she will run from him. He courts her through old fashioned letters carefully orchestrated through her brother. While he is in the Navy and she's in the Marines, they cross paths, but he keeps his distance. Will she manage to break free from the oppressive traditions that have claimed so many before her, or will the relentless pull of her family and heritage drag her back? The Hunt chronicles the terrifying mating rituals of the werewolves. However, interwoven in a story of masochism, true love is born. Are the bonds of love, friendship, and the fight against tradition strong enough to save Celeste? Find out in this moving narrative about challenging the status quo and the courage it takes to forge a new destiny.

Hope Daniels has spent her life mastering control, on the softball field, in school, and in the quiet spaces where emotions are better left unspoken. With college within reach and her future finally aligning, everything should feel safe, predictable… normal. Then she falls for Kade Mercer, her best friend’s older brother. He’s distant, unreadable, and always watching her like he already knows how their story ends. What begins as stolen glances and unspoken tension slowly pulls them toward something neither of them can stop. On the night everything shifts, Hope wakes in a world that is not her own. The sky is fractured. The air is alive. And creatures born from nightmares hunt anything that breathes. Stranded together for seven relentless days, Hope and Kade must survive a shifting, brutal realm where instinct is the only law and fear takes physical form. Every battle changes them. Every choice binds them closer. And every night reveals they are being watched by something far more dangerous than the monsters chasing them. But survival comes at a cost. Because when they wake back in their world, nothing is as it was. Time has not moved, but they have. The marks they carry begin to glow. The memories refuse to fade. And the line between worlds is beginning to tear again. Some doors are not meant to close. And some connections were never human to begin with. Hope thought she was fighting to survive seven days in another world. She was wrong. She was being chosen.

22-year-old Anastasia Sanchez is a diehard fan of the e-book, Bonded: a werewolf love story with millions of fans around the world. When the final pages of Bonded cruelly tear the main leads apart, she is livid! She confronts the author and demands her to write the sequel with the two main leads getting back together. Instead of agreeing with her, the author gives her the task that’ll change her life forever: to write the sequel herself! But there’s a catch! Instead of writing the sequel with a laptop and Wi-Fi, Anastasia is magically transported inside the virtual world of Bonded and becomes one of its characters! Her problem doesn’t end there, her desire to give the two main leads a happy ending is cut short when she finds herself falling in love with Bonded’s male lead, Alpha Hugh Montemayor. Caught between loyalty to her beloved characters and the undeniable allure of Hugh’s embrace, will Anastasia sacrifice her own desires for the sake of the story, or will she rewrite the script of her own heart?

After my husband's first love, Sydney Edwards, used me as a walking blood bank, I died in the run-down rental apartment my billionaire husband, Casper Hawthorne, had tossed me into like it was a blessing for me. Today was the third day since I had died. My six-year-old son, Adam, finally realized something was wrong. He had cut his finger while playing with his toys, yet I did not comfort him. He tore open a packet of crackers and raised one to my mouth to feed me, but I did not stop him. He lay in my arms, clutching my clothes and whispering for me. Still, I did not answer. Lost and panicking, he found my phone and called his father, Casper. "Dad, why is Mom still sleeping?" The man sent back a photo of himself having New Year's Eve dinner with Sydney and said in a cold voice, "She's just sleeping, she's not dead. Today is New Year's Eve. I'm busy. Tell that clueless mom of yours that when she's ready to admit she was wrong, she can come and look for me." After the call ended, Adam stood there frozen for a long time. He picked up the last biscuit in the rental apartment from the trash can, broke it in half, and held one piece to my mouth. "Mom, let's eat too."

My husband did not love me, and he certainly did not love our child. On the day our son was born, he did not even glance at him. He merely tossed him into my arms. Then, his first love came back from overseas. That night, the ever-cold Henry had gotten drunk for the first time. He even smiled as he held our child in his arms. Delighted, our son wrapped his little arms around my husband's neck and asked me in a soft voice, “Mommy, what’s wrong with Uncle?” I crouched down, pulling him into my embrace. My eyes reddened as I explained, “Uncle's favorite person came back, so we shouldn’t bother him anymore. We’re going to find a new home.”

My boyfriend, Zayne Jefferson, is particularly gifted in certain ways. Every time we're intimate, he insists on trying something new. More than once, he gently coaxes me, saying, "Once you graduate, we'll get married." And I believe him. I throw myself into my studies, pushing hard to finish my credits early. At the same time, I secretly watch all kinds of videos at night and read up on techniques. I want to keep his body satisfied. One night, I stay up too late studying and miss curfew. I run to the bar to find him, where I overhear him chatting with his friends. "Zayne, is your girlfriend really that wild in bed?" one guy asks. "Of course. He trained her himself!" another guy says. "What about Yasmin?" Zayne exhales a stream of smoke, his eyes soft. "She's different. She's pure." In that moment, I begin to hate him. Back on campus, I make a call to my professor. "That secret program you mentioned… I want in." From this day on, my life belongs only to my career.

Wendy Lloyd's first love, Hudson Clark, treats me like a walking blood bank. Because of that, I end up dying in the rented apartment Wendy has given to me out of contemptuous pity. Today is the third day of my death. My six-year-old son, Terry Heath, finally realizes that something is wrong with me. When he accidentally cuts his finger from playing with his toys, I don't coax him at all. When he tears open a pack of cookies and feeds one to me, I don't stop him at all. When he lies in my arms and grips me by the hem of my shirt while calling out to me softly, I don't respond to him at all. Feeling rather uneasy, Terry finds my phone and calls Wendy. "Mommy, why is Daddy still asleep?" Wendy responds by sending a photo of her and Hudson enjoying a holiday feast together. She then says coldly, "He's just asleep, not dead. Today is Christmas Eve, so I'm very busy right now. "Tell that arrogant father of yours that he's only free to visit me whenever he's ready to acknowledge his mistakes." After that, the call ends. Terry is left feeling stunned for a long time. Finally, he digs out the last cookie from the trash can and snaps it in half. Then, he feeds it to me again. "Daddy, let's eat."

Five years after our son was born, I finally faced the truth: my wife didn't love me—or our boy. Determined to end this miserable marriage, I made plans to leave and take our son with me. But fate had other ideas. A car accident cost me a kidney and took our son's eye. At my lowest point, my usually distant wife fell to her knees right in the hospital corridor, begging for forgiveness. She swore she would spend the rest of her life taking care of us. We decided to give her one last chance—a 100-day trial. If she made it, we'd stay together. But on the ninety-ninth day, my son and I overheard her talking to the attending physician. "Emma," the doctor said, "did you really arrange that accident to secure organs for Daniel Carter's son? You did that to take a kidney from your husband and an eye from your son—was it worth it?" Emma Evans's voice was eerily calm. "It was worth it. As long as Daniel is happy, I'd do anything." "And what if your husband and son find out?" She fell silent for a moment, then instinctively touched the wedding ring on her hand. "Then they'll never know. They just want a family; I'll do everything I can to make up for it." So the "changed woman" we thought we knew was just an act—a carefully built lie. The happiness my son and I had begun to believe in was nothing more than a story she'd crafted to protect the person she really loved. Every kindness, every effort—it had all been quietly weighed and paid for in advance.