Every Scar Will Build My Throne

Lexi gasped as Paul pressed her back against the wall and her sizzling hot skin made contact with the cold concrete. But she had no time to think, no time to pause before he brought his lips down to her throat. "You complete me… for every scar, you’re mine, Lexie." She shuddered, gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into firm muscle. "Paul…" His hands gripped her thighs in answer to her call, her legs were wrapped around his waist as his mouth captured hers and hips pressed forward, and she felt him…hot, hard, and completely hers. * Lexie is an ordinary eighteen-year-old female werewolf, who has spent her life running—from her past, from her scars, from the pack after her mate rejected her. She has grown up with the combination of impulsive and brave characteristics, alongside the spice of kindness and determination in her being. But there is something that made her stand out from every single female in the entire werewolf species of her time- and that is not her beauty, but a Scar!! Paul, the Alpha of Apollo pack has been finding his mate for many years but she never appeared. Unexpectedly, after he lets the rogues join his Pack, he feels his mate around. In order to find her, he throws a party and asks for all the she-wolves to participate in. Will he find her? And most importantly, will he be able to keep her? Because an Alpha never lets go of his mate…

Vladimir Drake Dela Peña, known for being dedicated to his profession. He was pictured perfect man like a statue of Greek God Apollo. Gwapo. Matalino. Edukado. Dalubhasa sa larangan ng medisina pero weak naman pagdating sa usaping pag-ibig. Jennica Arevalo, she was considered as the hope of their home. Gagawin ang lahat mabigyan lamang ng magandang buhay ang pamilya. Family matters first than love. Connected by their professions. United by devotions. Partnered by missions. Will love tied them up by their passions? Paano kung dahil sa aksidente’y mawala ang memorya ng isa. Maaalala kaya ng puso ang kaniyang tinatangi? Soon!

Anya Thornveil, the Beta’s first daughter, has lived her life as the unwanted one—mocked for her looks, ignored by her family, and overshadowed by her beautiful sister. On her eighteenth birthday, she finally scents her fated mate… only to be publicly rejected by him, the Alpha’s golden son. His cruel words humiliate her before the entire pack, leaving her shattered. In her pain, Anya cries out to the Moon Goddess, begging for an answer. The Goddess does not stay silent. Instead of letting her drown in rejection, she grants Anya something rare—a second chance mate. A man stronger, darker, and more devoted than she could have ever imagined. Years later, Anya returns no longer the “ugly daughter,” but a woman reborn from her scars. The Alpha’s son, who once despised her, now looks at her with regret burning in his eyes. But Anya is no longer his to claim, her true bond lies with the one who chose her, not the one who broke her. The rejected thorn has become the Moon’s chosen bloom. And this time, she will not be broken.

“I sat on his lap, my face inches from his, my breath unsteady, his heat pressing against me as his eyes held mine. He dropped the cigar into a tray, leaned in, and his lips almost touched mine, but at the last moment I shifted, pulling back, and his low chuckle rumbled against my skin. “Oh, girl, you do not want to go down that path,” he said, his fingers tracing down the line of my neck until suddenly he stilled, his hand brushing against the tattoo marked into my skin. He leaned in closer, reading aloud in a low voice. “Jareth Gleb.” The name froze the air between us. “That’s… my father’s name,” I whispered, my breath shaky, and the moment the words left me, I saw the shock flash across his face. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me off his lap so fast I stumbled. ” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Paris was born of divine blood, a Zara Spiritborn, daughter of beauty and seduction itself. Her face could stop hearts, her presence could ruin men. After losing her parents, she fell under the rule of her cruel stepmother, Selene, who turned her beauty into a weapon. By day, Paris was a princess. By night, she was the realm’s most desired stripper, dancing for masked Alphas who would pay mountains of gold just to touch her. Betrayed by the boy she loved and sold to Vincent the mad king, unknowingly to pay off a debt, only to discover that this tyrant is none other than her father’s brother. A man whose cruel hands are capable of untold violence and unspeakable desire. But passion bends every law, every taboo. Vincent finds himself falling for Paris is his niece and the only woman he should never desire but yet cannot resist.

Even being the late King's son can't guarantee you the throne of Serenacia, as the system is different from any other kingdom you've heard. A kingdom filled with power, control, freedom and most importantly, Gods. Gods who can strike you down just with the mere snap of their fingers and also God's who would strike you down and leave you speechless, based on their physique and attractiveness. But it isn't all about that, as the throne of Serenacia is open for a new king of Gods to rule them, yet it isn't so simple as in Serenacia, if a king dies before passing the throne to his heir, then all the generations of the bloodline of God's would have to compete for the throne once again, and that hasn't been done since the last thousand years. Nevertheless, it's isn't just about the throne, as love interest and triangles are formed, after all its no fun if no one catches feelings.

. "I WILL NOT WAKE HIM" My voice thunders through the large throne room. All who reside in it are brought to their knees. Cowering and bowing their heads. I take a sharp inhale and the wave of power leaves them and they return to their previous positions. Another member of my court approaches, I nod allowing her to come forward. Her long green dress, compliments her light brown hair and golden eyes. "Mara, what say you?" Alarich takes her hand and guides her forward "My beautiful queen, only your blood can wake him, if you see it fit to subdue him after and place him back to rest. My men and I will happily comply" I smile at her and Alarich. "You think it's that easy. I will not be weak. You know this and he will see to it I am, specially if I carry his child". Alarich places a gentle kiss to Mara's forehead. Grateful for his loves presence and offer. "Majesty your mark moves, it longs for him" She looks up at me with hopeful eyes. "Oh Mara, I cannot allow him back into the world. I am strong enough to take a rebellion on by myself, no one can kill me with this mark and no one else can hold it, whilst I'm alive. "You ask me to wake the only one who can kill me?"

Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it was never been love. It was blood. Even her name has a red on it. Blood that she hates. If she will have the time to turn back things on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love will going to do its way to get way of the love she thrown at. She doesn’t know that once in her life… Red will always be love and Rose will always be red.

In a world of werewolf clans divided by fierce loyalties and blood feuds, an ancient artifact known as The Crown holds the promise of ultimate power. Whispers of the prophecy drive packs into chaos, each vying to place their leader on the throne. As betrayals deepen and alliances shift, the fate of the werewolf world lies in the hands of an unlikely hero—one who must rise above their doubts to reshape the destiny of their kind.

"Angelica San Andres" Isa ito sa mga pangalang hinahangaan at kinakatakutan ng buong mundo. Her influence rules the world of business or perhaps our world. She change the landscape of every sector of any industry with her creativity, intelligence, and wisdom. "She was glorified by the world" ika nga ng karamihan ngunit sa gitna ng kaniyang pamamayagpag ay kailangan niyang lumisan at bumalik sa pinanggalingan dahil sa isang tungkulin na kailangan niyang gampanan. Si Angelica ang tagapagmana ng kahariang Xeria sa planetang Sedus kung kaya't sinigurado ng kaniyang ama na babalik ang kaniyang anak upang gampanan ito subalit labis ang pagkamuhi ni Agelica sa kanilang planeta dahil ito ang kaniyang sinisisi kung bakit hindi niya nararanasan ang kaniyang mga kagustuhan at ito ang attensyon at oras ng kaniyang ina at mas lalong umusbong ang kaniyang galit nang mamatay ang kaniyang ama. Pilit na tinatanggihan ni Angelica ang kaniyang tungkulin at nilabag ang ilan sa mahihigpit na batas ng Xeria. Ginawa nito ang lahat upang makaalis sa kanilang planeta, nakipagkasundo ito sa mga kalaban o mga aktibista ng kanilang kaharian upang makabalik sa planeta ng mga tao. At nang siya ay magtagumpay, isang hindi inaasahagan nilalang ang kaniyang makikilala sa mundo ng mga tao na kawangis na kawangis nito. Isang bata na magpapalabas ng kaniyang mga kahinaan. Isang bata na susukatin ang kaniyang mga paninindigan. Isang bata na magpapaalala kung sino siya sa nakaraan. Isang bata na poprotektahan niya hanggang kamatayan. Isang bata na magiging daan upang manumbalik ang kaniyang pagmamahal sa pinanggalingan. At isang bata na tatapos sa kaniyang buhay.

"I, Torey Black, Alpha of the Black Moon reject you." His rejection hit me instantly. I couldn't breathe, unable to catch my breath as my chest heaved up and down, my stomach churning, unable to hold myself together as I watched his car speed down the driveway and away from me. I couldn't even comfort my wolf, she immediately retreated to the back of my mind, prohibiting me from speaking to her. I felt my lips wobble, my face scrunching up as I attempted to hold myself together but failing miserably. Weeks had passed since I last saw Torey my heart seeming to break a little bit more as the days went by. But lately, I found that I was pregnant. Werewolves pregnancies were much shorter than a human's. With Torey being an Alpha, it cut the time down to four months, whereas a Beta would be five, Third in Command would be six and a regular wolf would be between seven and eight. As suggested, I headed to bed, my mind full of questions and wonders. Tomorrow was going to be intense, there were a lot of decisions to be made. *Only for ages 18 and older.*---Two teenagers, a party and the unmistakable mate.