Eternal Blood Emperor

Luna Roja Villacencio thought she was living a normal life, until the blood moon on her eighteenth year's existence changed her entire belief in life. Little by little, piece by piece, the questions about her life have been answered in the most cruel and confusing way. How could she live normally, if she, herself, was not normal at all? Could she still do her best to live despite all the obscures that are obscured by the people she trusted the most?

Stony black orbs stared into scared hazel eyes, " You ruined me ... Or so you think, you played me for a fool ! ... But I won't let you have the last laugh. I am more powerful and deadlier than you think " With tears in his once beautiful and mesmerizing eyes, he pleaded " please don't hurt me ... I regret all I have done , if I could take it back I will" Liar ! Came the response and with that a flying dagger towards his right shoulder, pinning him to the wall.

Branded a failure for never shifting, Arwen Blackthorne has lived her life as a disgrace among werewolves. When her powers finally awaken, they mark her as something far worse and far more dangerous. Sent to Crimson Vale Academy, Arwen becomes the target of its most feared Alpha heir, Draven Hunter. He hates her. He hunts her. And fate binds her to him in a mate bond neither of them wants. As ancient secrets rise and bloodlines long thought extinct awaken, Arwen must choose between breaking under the weight of destiny or embracing the power that could destroy them all. She was never meant to shift. She was meant to burn the world… or rule it.

A mountain, once a towering monument to man's ambition, now sobbed rust and decay. Its skeletal skyscrapers clawed at a sky choked with ash, an endless darkness that reflected the desolation below. Here, where survival was a brutal equation of scavenged scraps and desperate violence, whispers clung to the crumbling ruins like the ever-present dust. Whispers of a legend, a shadow lurking in the deepest, forgotten heart of the mountain: a monster. They called him the Blood King, a name hissed with fear and reverence. Not just another vampire, but a predator whose power had once threatened to consume all of man-kind. He is said to be so great that no one was a match to his strength, his wrath so terrible, that the ancients themselves, the very inventors of their shadowed presence, had deemed him too dangerous to roam free. They imprisoned him, not in chains of iron, but in a cage of blood. A cage that could only be unlocked by the one whose essence was his destined key, his chosen one. A cruel contradiction, a punishment designed to bind him for eternity. Unknown to them all that the blood king’s chosen one was a human adventurer, who lived for the thrill and would do anything for a fearful adventure.

As an ordinary wolf-girl, Scarlett Black is turning 17 the only thing she was worrying about was boys, friends and coming closer to her wolf awakening. Little did she know the next few years would change her life forever.

“What I want to know is why you were still a virgin.” Raven stiffened. “Was I not supposed to be?” “I’m surprised by the fact but not disappointed. I am the first and the last lover you’ll ever have.” “No, you were merely the first man I’ve taken to my bed. I doubt you’ll be the last.” “I’ll kill any man that thinks he can take what I now have,” Yuri vowed. “I take care of what’s mine. No other man shall have you.” *** For years, Raven has hidden from her brutal past to protect the boy she calls her brother. But when Nicky steals the wallet of Yuri Anatoly—ruthless leader of the Russian Bratva and her boss—she must sneak into his penthouse to fix her mistake. She thinks she’s in and out unseen. She’s wrong. Yuri has never met anyone as quick, fierce, and untamable as Raven. His obsession ignites instantly. But their explosive desire collides with a deadly secret: Nicky is not her brother. He is the stolen heir of the Bratva’s boss, taken by Raven’s own mother twenty years ago. Now their old tormentor hunts them, and Yuri will burn the city down to keep Raven. But to save the boy she loves, she must choose… surrender to the man who owns her heart, or lose everything. Passion. Secrets. A love worth killing for.

Under the blood moon’s sinister glow, a forbidden love ignites. For centuries, the Nightshade clan has lived under a devastating curse, condemned to eternal torment and forbidden to love. The only hope for salvation lies in a mortal whose blood can break the chains of their doom. But no mortal has ever survived the curse’s wrath—until Aria. Aria is no ordinary woman. Haunted by fragments of a forgotten past and drawn to the shadows of the night, she stumbles upon Valen, a brooding and dangerous vampire whose touch awakens a power buried deep within her. Their meeting sets a deadly prophecy into motion, one that ties Aria’s fate to the cursed clan and the blood moon’s rising. As enemies close in from all sides and ancient rivalries resurface, Aria and Valen must navigate a treacherous path of secrets, betrayals, and undeniable desire. But with the blood moon looming, time is running out. If the curse isn’t broken, Valen’s clan will fall—and Aria may lose more than her heart. Will their love conquer the curse, or will it doom them both forever? Blood Moon’s Curse is a spellbinding tale of forbidden passion, dark secrets, and the deadly power of destiny. Perfect for fans of intense romance and thrilling fantasy, this story will leave you breathless and craving more.

The adventure story of the apprentice wizard Eden Noldorasga and his friends of different magical races in the city of Asgaphra. One of his friends - werewolf hybrid Garuda - was accused of being the culprit behind a horrible plot to usurp the city and enslave the common people. He and the rest of the group must find a way to prove Garuda's innocent, stop the plot, and find out the real mastermind of these things.

When all the inhabitants of this big city where everyone falls into the dark world of the fog of passion, in a city where everyone was involved in conspiracy schemes, the search for love and manipulation through the authorities who are involved in power games , control and seduction, in which they were being bought and manipulated, giving their greatest gifts of love, hate and envy, in those who are in search of their greatest desires and desires, those who seek the mystery of the intensity of true love. Come to my side, embark on a world of pleasures of the hidden darkness of desires, in the darkness of the heart moved by your greatest pleasures, on your journeys in your world of desires in which you are increasingly involved in the darkness of your greatest sins, in a world tales that show reality and seduction, between tales of pleasure, pain, love and romances between businessmen Even with an ending to move forward, even remembering forever, when that's what you needed, and what everyone needed was high expectations, in your favor, even thinking about it, when it was easy to show how different everything can be. Even now, in his relationship, with everyone in his life, new friendships, lovers, with the best way of being himself, but manipulating everyone around him, being that basically, supporting and changing everything the world and his city do. involved himself in big parties, events and countless trips, in addition to festivals and holidays, he controls everyone's lives. Today nothing has changed, that feeling he had when he couldn't do anything, it took years for him to be certain that he could never again be accused of arriving too late, that his relatives should have died naturally, but it wasn't a peaceful death.

My husband had a severe addiction for physical intimacy. However, in the seven years of our marriage, he never touched me, not even once. To suppress his urges, he soaked himself in bone-chilling ice water every night. His arms were covered in needle marks from constant injections. It broke my heart to see him like that. I offered myself to him many times, but he insisted on simply giving me a restrained kiss on the forehead before saying, “Don’t be silly, Summer. I’m not like those animals. How could I ever bear to hurt you? For you, I’d gladly live the rest of my life in a platonic marriage.” This strange, almost obsessive restraint of his lasted seven years. Despite the numerous times he pushed himself far enough to end up hospitalized, he still refused to cross that line. Then, on our wedding anniversary, a young woman named Anna Brandt came in for her ninth hymen restoration surgery. After the anesthetic was administered, her cheeks flushed red. As her mind grew hazy, she started crying weakly like a lost kitten. Looking at the love bites scattered across her body, I shook my head and assumed she was just another girl who had gone astray. That was until I heard her last tearful whisper. “John Shaw, you jerk.” My hand trembled and I nearly dropped the scalpel. Because my husband’s name also was John Shaw.