Emerald Ashes

Diego could not control his anger when he becomes a feral beast during his transformation. The time is approaching when he is given a chance to be the next Alpha of their pack, following the steps of his father. With the powerful legacy his father will leave, he must be strong, smart, and the best enough among the werewolves. His brother is his rival for the legacy, and he knows that they both hate each other. It will be a terrifying fight for them. Diego knew that he should find a way for him to be the next Alpha and make his father proud. Until he found Gabriella, a mortal, from the village of a prominent kingdom. She was beautiful and kind like a primrose. Every man wanted her, especially the princes of the kingdom, who were even fighting each other to marry her. When she was dressing up for her wedding, she accidentally got lost in a deep forest where people forbid everyone in the village to not go, for werewolves and vampires are lurking there. Running away was her best choice, but when she turned her back to run, she came across the most feral and dangerous monster she has ever seen. With gnashing teeth, piercing red eyes, and hugeness, the werewolf Diego was planning to devour her... if it weren't for her emerald eyes that calmed the beast in him... and established majestic sanity he has never felt.

Liam Pearce is supposed to be celebrating our daughter's birthday when she dies after ingesting wolfsbane. Instead, he's with a human woman as she goes for a prenatal checkup at the hospital. My daughter's dying wish is to celebrate her birthday with both her parents. However, she ultimately dies with regrets. My heart dies with her. I take her ashes to the place she most looked forward to going to in life. That's when I see Liam kissing another woman. She leans into his arms and asks daintily, "Isn't your daughter sick, Liam? Why do you have time to be with me?" "Don't even mention her. Sofia, that scheming woman, must be using that as an excuse to keep me there. You're the one I love the most, sweetheart," he says dotingly. "What about your daughter, then? Who do you love more, me or her?" "You, of course. You're my darling Mia." His words stun me like a bolt of lightning. After crying my heart out, I pack my daughter's belongings. I decide to leave Liam forever. However, he and the rest of the royal family get on their knees before me. They beg me not to leave.

Sonya Edwards is a successful entrepreneur who has risen from the ashes of her painful past with a nonchalant husband. But when her ex-husband Callum peters comes crawling back to her she must decide weather to give him another chance or simply leave him in the dust.

From the moment he had a sweet taste of Angel, the pure light to his unending darkness, he knew that he had to have her for himself. Rules be damned. *** Hell bowed to him and even devils cowered at his name. He was born in blood and crime, raised to lead Las Vegas' most ruthless mafia and with an iron-fist, he ruled. Yet, all it took to draw a consuming obsession from Christian De Novo was a delicious one night stand with a mysterious woman. Delicate and sweet, Angel Winchester was clueless to the world of crime and danger. However, all that is burned to ashes when a one night affair leads to a forced marriage between herself and a devilishly handsome monster.

He kissed me breathless, senseless—he had me wanting, shamelessly panting against the cool glass of the courtyard, open for anyone.“We can’t! Someone could see—!”“Let them," he husked against my neck. "I want them to see.”My name is Ayda Sabine, once the princess to the illustrious Emerald Lake pack, now a single mother living a life of destitution in Eventide City. My status has been stripped from me, banished by my parents for my digression of falling outside my betrothal agreement. To make matters worse, I don't remember who the father of my son is. All I can recall are his golden eyes. However, when the opportunity arises for me and my son to ascend the social ladder as the personal stylist to Narcissa Onasis of the Diamond Spring clan, I finally get the opportunity to find the man who could be my true mate. If Narcissa's fiance, Prince Sebastian of the Obsidian Moon doesn't stop me. Alpha's Secret Mate is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Published author.

She is a free spirit, trapped in a bird cage of death, danger and despair. Little Alessa has always known one thing above all- she was born to be the perfect Principessa of the Cosa Nostra, the Italian Mafia. She was urged to smile when asked to, laugh even when the jokes were anything but funny, charming to all who were allies. She was perfection incarnate...well, that's what they think. They know nothing of her wild abandon, of her plans to be anything but the perfect princess, royalty of a world dredged so deep in blood, she choked on it. Her plans to run were absolute...well, until HE came along. The mysterious Pakan-a Don like her father- shielded by the shadows that he ruled from. He was the anomaly that she least expected. He destroyed her plans and she hated him for it. So why then does her heart beat so fast when he is near? Why is he the one she thinks about before she sleeps? Why does she so long to see him when she's sad? She wanted the freedom, the life beyond the shadows and explore the world. But Emerald colored eyes, cocky smirks, rough hands, cigarettes and darkness were starting to look a little more appealing...

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.”

The day we were meant to be mated, my Alpha, Ford, was ambushed. Silver bullets shredded his car, sending it plunging off a bridge and into the river below. He was pronounced dead. Drowned. I was left pregnant with his heir, shattered by the raw agony of our severed mate bond. Then Ford's twin, Aiden, returned from abroad with his mate, Kyra. His identical face and a scent so similar to my mate's nearly drove me mad. A desperate part of me swore Ford was still alive. I told myself it was just grief. A widow's delusion. Until I overheard a hushed conversation and the horrifying truth slammed into me: the man pretending to be Aiden was Ford. He had faked his death. He'd let his own brother die in his place, all for Kyra—the other woman carrying his child. The grief that had crippled me instantly morphed into a cold, sharp rage. Ford didn't just break our bond; he shattered it. And I would make him pay. I wiped my tears and sent a single message to my brother, Billy, the Alpha of the Winterstone Pack. "Brother, I need a plane crash. He loves faking his death? Fine. Let him feel what it's like to truly lose a mate." Only when the news of my "death" spread did Ford reclaim his name. He knelt for seven days and nights in the ashes of the home we once shared, consumed by a grief of his own making.

A rejected Warrior. A grieving Alpha. And a mysterious scent that defies fate. Gwen was born to fight, but never to be chosen. Labeled weak and cast aside by her fated mate and pack. She is forced to claw her way through blood and dirt just to survive. When a mysterious Alpha offers her a place in his pack as a surrogate, Gwen sees it as her final escape from heartbreak and humiliation. But Mystic Pack is no ordinary place. And Alpha Conan is no ordinary wolf. Cold, grieving, and haunted by the death of his mate, Conan has locked away his heart and his wolf for four long years. Until Gwen arrives… and everything begins to unravel. Her scent shifts. Her power grows. And her presence stirs something dangerous inside him. As old bloodlines awaken and secrets rise from the ashes, Gwen discovers she’s more than a rejected mate—she carries the blood of a goddess. Her touch heals. Her voice calms. And her wolf is destined to shine in silver fire. But when betrayal strikes and war threatens the packs, Gwen must choose: return to the shadows that scorned her… or embrace the divine strength that was never meant to be hidden. In a world ruled by fate, she is the choice the moon made. And some bonds aren't written in stars. They are forged in fire.

That night, Liam served me my usual evening tea. I trusted him completely—he was my mate, after all, and a respected healer of Thornpack. I shouldn't have. When I woke up the next morning, my head was spinning. The special safe where I kept the morphing inhibitor—the one I'd spent my entire savings to import from Europe for our daughter Isla—was empty. Racing to the healing center, I found Liam celebrating. He was handing out moon-blessed wine, beaming with pride as Natalie's daughter Anna showed off her perfect transformation. My inhibitor had been used on his first love's pup instead of our own daughter. The shock triggered something in my brain. When I collapsed, they diagnosed me with the rare tumor that plagued our kind. Without inhibitors, I couldn't stop Isla's transformation that came early, her six year old body couldn't handle the massive wolf form and the force ripped through her young body. And I, for one, don't even have enough money to keep her in a treatment center. She died in my arms three days later, her little claws drawing blood as the pain overwhelmed her. Until her last breath, she kept asking why Papa hadn't come. Now, in my cold, empty home, with the white porcelain urn containing her ashes on the table, I touch her and decide to sever our partnership.