Ghost Motionless In White Novels & Stories

Three years after my death, Samuel Terrason came to visit my grave. When he saw the lilies blooming around it, his expression darkened. "What is this?" "If the stories are true, then these lilies mean she has found her partner in the afterlife." "Pull them out," Samuel said coldly. "Pull what out, sir?" "The lilies! All of them!" Then, Samuel bought the entire graveyard and ordered that every male be relocated. Yes, males. Even the dogs. "You're not seeing anyone else, even in death, Rachel!" he swore. "And if you try, I'll come find you when I'm dead, too! Not even death can separate us. Just wait for me!"

**Book two of the The Awakening of the Crowned Wolf** Alexi thought she was striking the ultimate blow of justice...but instead, she killed someone she loved. In the aftermath of this tragedy, the world of werewolves is in disarray. As packs everywhere lament the death of Luna, Alexi must grapple with her own guilt and broken heart. Will she ever be able to bring King William to justice? Or will she be consumed by her own grief?

Traci has spent years being treated like she's nothing. Beaten, overworked, despised by the very pack she calls home. Survival stopped being a goal a long time ago. It became the only thing. The annual warrior tournament is coming. Packs across the kingdom are sharpening blades and sharpening rivalries, all chasing power, status, a name worth something. Tensions are already running high. Zayden and Raiden took the throne at sixteen. Their parents died suddenly and the kingdom fell to two boys who had no business ruling yet. They figured it out. Now everyone fears them. But the elders and the kingdom alike keep pushing the same message: find your fated mate, produce an heir, do it before your enemies smell blood. The twin Alpha Kings are strong. That doesn't mean they're untouchable. When Traci finds out there's a plan in motion to have her killed, she doesn't get a choice about the tournament anymore. She's being pushed into an arena by people who expect her to die in it. What they don't know is who she actually is. Secrets have a way of coming out. Hidden enemies have a way of stepping into the light. The kingdom is about to find out the truth about a bloodline everyone assumed was gone. The last White Wolf doesn't stay hidden forever.

Many years ago, there were many great pure white wolves who created peace, harmony and protection through all of our lands. They could create magics the likes no one had ever seen. They were loved and cherished among our communities for many centuries. Until the Elders and several powerful Alpha's set fear amongst the wolves, if a white wolf can be so good, could they also be terribly cruel? Having convinced the wolves it was decreed that the white wolves are to be executed on sight. They became extinct, a legend.....soon the legend will return.

Apparently, the prophecy has been around for a long time before even Alexi's parents were born. It was inevitable that there would be a Vampire who sought total dominance over the mystical beings. His hatred of all species except his own was fueled by his belief that vampires were superior to most mystical creatures. But what he hated most were werewolves. There is a prophecy that mentions a child that will be born in a certain year. Both she and her mate will be gifted with great powers by the Moon Goddess once they are mated. When the Vampire King is overthrown, only then will werekind have a chance to triumph over the vampires. Alexi was so freaked out when she saw herself turning into a White Wolf with a name, Kiki. However, it was weirder to talk to her like a friend...

When Elowen learned that she had been switched at birth, that her life as a princess was nothing more than a mistake, she quietly accepted her fate. She accepted being treated as an error. Accepted being hurt so deeply that even crying had to be done in secret. She believed she would fade away like this — silently, unnoticed, forgotten. Until one day — when despair pushed her to the edge — she felt a faint chill, as if someone were standing behind her, protecting her without a word. From that moment on, Elowen knew she was no longer alone. — Adrian survived a horrific car accident. His body lay motionless in a hospital bed, while his soul became bound to a wounded girl he had never known. He couldn’t hold her. Couldn’t shield her from harm. Yet when she was starved, warm food appeared in her drawer. When she was bullied, her tormentors met with inexplicable accidents. When she curled up crying in the dead of night, an invisible hand gently rested on her forehead—so tender it hurt. Adrian was there. Quieter than any living person. He witnessed every wound, remembered every tear, every trembling breath she tried to suppress. Affection grew in silence—slowly, carefully—as if one careless step closer would cause the girl to shatter. One was alive, yet denied a life. One was dead, yet still learning how to protect someone. Some forms of protection need no light. Some kinds of love cannot be touched. — Then one day, Elowen spoke seriously to her “Ms. Ghost”: Elowen: “Ms. Ghost, if you’re lonely…” “Maybe you could bond with a male ghost.” “I’d give you my blessing.” Adrian: … Then the “Ms. Ghost” coldly placed a hand on her forehead. Adrian: “Call me Mr. Ghost.”

They abused her. Used her for their dirty work. Humiliated her publicly. Treated her like filth on their shoes. They called her an omega. A servant. A mistake. But the Moon never forgot her name. Daeira (Day-rah) *Dee* to her friends, doesn't remember the night her family was slaughtered. She doesn't know she's the last living heir of the Seralyn Pack, sacred white wolves descended from the Moon Goddess Selene. Blessed with lunar & healing magic, divine power, and moon fire in their blood. All she knows is cruelty, hunger, and survival in the most ruthless pack in existence. Raised by the wolves who killed her bloodline, Daeira has spent her life in the shadows, beaten, starved, silenced. She hides her strength. Hides her power. Hides the truth of what her wolf really is. Until the night she turns eighteen... and the Moon wakes her. Her wolf rises in a blaze of silver flame, and for the first time, Daeira sees what she really is, chosen, divine, and deadly. But when her fated mate, the Alpha's son, rejects her in front of the entire pack, everything shatters. She doesn't beg. She doesn't break. She runs. Because Daeira isn't the broken little thing they raised in a cage. She's the prophecy made flesh. And the world has no idea what's coming. An ancient evil is spreading through the wolf realm. The rift to the hell realm has cracked wide open. Demons walk the earth. Angels are falling from the skies to stop them. And Daeira? She's the only one who can close the breach. The wolves who cast her out are about to learn: The Moon doesn't bless without purpose. She sure as hell doesn't forgive. ✅ Reverse Harem/Dark Romance ✅ Rejected mate ✅ Dark Magic/Demons ✅ Hidden goddess bloodline

She was said to be the treasure in their kingdom, the white wolf pack. She was the queen's newly born princess. Born to save their world, she was forced to leave the extramundane life she would have when the clan of bloodsucking vamps attacked their peaceful kingdom in the middle of the night under the sight of the goddess of the wolf moon, Diana. Her protector, an ever witty brilliant half-wolf half-vampire sent her to the ordinary world. "She is the treasure. She must be protected!" However, covered with shining gold cloth, she was left alone in front of a wide huge iron gate of a blue blood family. "Something's sparkling in front of the gate, Jon!" Halley woke her husband up in the middle of the night. "Wait! Let me check!" the still drowsy man got up wobbling as he went outside and glanced at the snow-white skin baby with long candy corn hair and bluish-purple eyes. . "Whose the ugly baby?" rubbing his still sleepy eyelids, the sixth-year-old Vince asked his parents. "Don't you call her ugly? From now on she is going to be your baby sister. Her name is Arianna!" his mother gently answered as she stroked his head.

"This realm is your only chance of coming back to life in the mortal world, and if you attract those consequences, take note that you will die.” “Death?” I ask, mostly to myself. And to the voice, “What do you mean by 'I’m on my way to death'?” ~~~ Nova was having a bad day, and all she wanted was for the day to end already. But the universe seemed to have misunderstood her wish, because not only did her day not end, but she met with an accident that left her in a coma. As if that wasn't bad enough, she became trapped in a dimension between life and death, where she had to face a series of trials that would determine if she wakes... or fades from existence. Enter Zephyr, the spirit assigned to guide her to the light – her recovery. The spirit who never tried to disguise his want for her failure. The spirit she should've never fallen in love with. But in a world where survival is determined by the number of challenges a soul can conquer, the heart still found its way around love. With her complicated feelings in an already complicated world, Nova must decide what she's truly fighting for – her life, or the one being who's capable of ending it. *** In a short time, the remaining one hundred and twelve souls are pushed out. When we’re complete and standing, a voice – different from on the bus – greets us. “Welcome, Souls, to the survival games.”

Blair thought she was stepping into a new family. Instead, she walked straight into a world built on blood and secrets. Her step-brother had always kept his distance, treating her as if she was nothing but a child. But behind the coldness was something far more dangerous—because he was not just the aloof heir of her new family. He was a shadow in the underworld. A man who killed without hesitation. They called him "Ghost Rider," the heir of a powerful Mafia family rooted with Biker Gangs. “Having read your diary, I know what you dream about, angel. I know every craving you try to hide.” His words unsettled her. His touch terrified her. Yet the closer he drew, the more she realized escape was impossible. He was her obsession, her tormentor, her protector. Trapped under the same roof with him and her ruthless stepfather, Blair soon discovered the truth: there were no lines between family and enemies, love and ruin. In a world ruled by power and violence, desire turned into a dangerous game of control. And once he claimed her, breaking free would cost more than her heart—it could cost her life. A forbidden mafia romance where passion is a weapon, and love is just another way to destroy.