Ghost Blade

the talks of war, secrets to unravel, retribution awaiting in the corner, and a curse to break. Will the resolve of the mated soul prevail? or will the horror of the past once haunt the harmony again? Nevertheless, Wajan has only one answer. Her dagger, and her sharp fangs. Yet, she must be wise as to where she points the end of her blade, or else it might cost her the heart of the Lakanni Rajanuk, the mighty Alpha chieftain of the Tagar tribe. The Moon sees everything. Will they be strong enough to endure the trials and save themselves from the curse of the Moon and unite the tribes again to their former glory? or will they repeat the forsaken history that will unleash chaos into the scared land? "It rests upon you, child."

Eve grew up in a small town. Having a difficult time she runs away trying to escape the ghosts of her past. Ghost don't stay away for long. After meeting a mysterious stranger and all around bad boy she falls back into her old patters. Eventually she's forced to face everything and everyone she ran away from...including her ex boyfriend.

📖 Full Synopsis (Professional, 30-Chapter Summary) In a realm where the abyss bleeds whispers into men’s hearts, Aria, a gifted warrior bound to light, finds herself tethered to Lucien, a man scarred by an ancient mark. Their alliance begins in unease but quickly deepens into fragile trust, even as shadows stir within him. As armies clash and kingdoms fracture, Rowan, the enigmatic elder, and Kael, a fierce commander, fight to keep their ranks united. Yet Lucien’s mark grows restless, seeding betrayal, suspicion, and fear. Aria stands at his side, convinced that his humanity can be preserved, while others believe the abyss has already claimed him. The march to war spirals. Battles scar the land, alliances fray, and Lucien’s struggle becomes the fulcrum of fate. In the Breaking Storm, shadow and flame engulf the battlefield. Lucien teeters on the edge of becoming a weapon of the abyss. Aria refuses to yield, her voice anchoring him even as his blade rises against her. Kael’s blood is spilled in defiance, Rowan binds the storm in desperate runes, and Aria steps into the abyss itself, whispering her vow. In the climax, Lucien shatters his own blade, breaking free from the darkness—but not without scars. The storm collapses, leaving silence in its wake. In the aftermath, enemies bury their dead side by side. Kael rebuilds broken ranks, Rowan warns that the abyss never releases its scars, and Aria tends to Lucien’s healing—both body and soul. Though the mark lingers faintly beneath his skin, her vow holds stronger: never again will the abyss take him. The book closes on dawn: the storm passed, the stars returned, and two hands held fast against the dark.

While my sister was protecting me from the vampires hunting us, a blade coated with poison slit her throat. I hid in the bushes and watched the whole thing in silence. I even took the antidote from Sophia. Because of that, the poison had spread through her entire body. With her self-healing ability suppressed, she was going to die in agony. My parents found me and begged me, disregarding their dignity as leaders of the pack. "Anna! Please! Give the antidote back to Sophia!" "She needs the antidote to flush out the poison and live!" Even with my parents begging and swallowing their pride, I just held onto the antidote in my pocket tighter. "I didn't see any antidote."

She was supposed to be collateral. Anastasia Volkov, daughter of a bankrupt oligarch, is handed to the city’s most feared pakhan to settle a debt she never agreed to pay. Nikolai Morozov does not take prisoners; he takes everything. One look at the trembling girl in his private box at the opera, and he decides her fear tastes like sin. But Anastasia is not the fragile offering she appears. Beneath silk and submission burns a woman who learns to weaponize desire, who carves her name into his skin with the same blade he presses to her throat. In a world of blood oaths and midnight executions, love is the deadliest betrayal. When the past comes to collect its dues, Anastasia must choose: kneel forever… or cut the king down and wear his crown.

"Don't ever let me smell another man on you Kitten." He pinned me up against the wall holding my hands above my head. "You are...... mine Only mine." ------------------------------------- Rafael Santigo Montez, heir to The Montez Mafia. On the streets he's known as The Shiv. Deadly with his hands and even deadlier with a blade in them, he is not the one to fuck with. Isadora Fiorella Cortez, a feisty little new comer that has just applied to work fora strip club called The Silver Paw. Little does she know that not only is her boss panty dropping hot, but he's in the mafia. Tables take a turn when she bumps into him on her first night working as a server.

“Get away from me,” I hissed, gripping the knife tighter. His gaze flicked down to the blade, then back to me, a slow, amused smile curving his lips. “A knife?” he said softly, tilting his head. “Are you perhaps flirting with me?” I gritted my teeth. The asshole was enjoying this — every fucking second of it. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ When Leah got home early from work, she was hoping for one thing — to fix what was left of her relationship with Daniel. Instead, she walked in on him in the arms of another woman. Heartbroken and humiliated, she stormed out, blind with tears… and straight into the path of an oncoming car. But death wasn’t the end for Leah. No! Death was actually the beginning.

Until her ninth birthday, Iris lived a charmed life—until the Tyrant Zavan shattered it. She watched in horror as his Lycan forces slaughtered her entire pack. To her worst terror, the brutal Lycan King recognized her as his fated mate. Years later, hatred still burns in Iris’s heart. A failed escape throws her back into Zavan’s path—and gives her a chance at revenge. She drives a blade into his chest… only to scream as the same pain tears through her own body. Bound by a mate bond that links their lives and their pain, Iris now faces an agonizing truth: to hurt him is to destroy herself.

If you are going to be BAD, then you have to do it the BAD way... It's pretty simple: 1) Don't get caught 2) Always have a Plan B 3) If all else fails... Run...Run for your life! Everyone has a bad side. Some try to deny it's existence, some hide it and others well...they rule the world with it. In the book of being BAD, there are ninety-nine formulas for world domination... Number one: You aren't BAD until you can walk around the school dressed in all pink and have everyone afraid to approach you. Number two: You aren't BAD until you can break into a certain bad boys house and well... do the wrong kinds of stuff. Number three: You aren't bad until quite frankly, you have declared vengeance against the bad boy. ~*~ "I heard you like bad boys," Blade says with a vivid smirk on his face. I glared up at him, without responding clenching my fists fighting the urge to punch him in the face. "So...?" He says after a couple of seconds of silence. "So what?" "So what do you think...Tinker Bell?" He says emphasizing on the stupid name. His face moved closer to mine and I stared back into his green eyes, watching the fire inside ignite. I smirked, "Then find me one." Blade grins at my witty retort and shrugs it off. "I look at you and I see cotton candy, but then you open your mouth... and suddenly you turn into liquorice," he scoffs. "Welcome to the game bitch, your move, now let's play."

“I can't marry a ghost,” he muttered. But Zebulunia didn’t back down- not when her masked face had already been cursed, judged and nearly forgotten. Rejected by one brother and claimed by the other under a chilling condition, she enters a family full of secrets. Bound by a contract and hidden behind a mask, Zebulunia hid a beauty that had a dangerous truth, one that could shatter everything, including the man risking it all to protect her.