Romans & histoires Goddess Making System

Being an alpha werewolf who couldn't fully tap into her full alpha potentials still leaves you as an alpha right? Wrong. It leaves you nowhere, not even as a wolf. Raine black was the youngest daughter of the alpha of the night pack. She was a defective wolf. her defect could have stemmed from her origin, but nothing to be too sure about. The rest of her family hated her for her defect and hid her like she was some dirty secret. Raine knew deep within her she was a wolf but there was no way to prove it if she didn't wolf out. Just as a betrayal threatened to tear her apart, she got the chance of her life. The chance to prove that she was more than a defective wolf. The chance to prove that she could be something more. Nikolai Knight was the alpha of the Zicron pack. An alliance with another alpha brought him face to face with a sensual red headed sin who seemed oblivious to the appeal she held. All his life, Nikolai prided himself in his ability to not feel and to remain level headed. But the red head threatened to break down his walls and year down all the secrets he worked hard at burying. As much as Nikolai would love to ignore her, his desire to protect her from her own pack and others who may want to harm her seemed to prevail over other emotions and he must fight to maintain his icy nature, as well as others who aimed to destroy his pack. No one, not even a little red head could stand in his way.

Mae Evens, a young orphan, who is the pack slave, is awaiting her 18th birthday. The day she gets her wolf. Her parents were killed 5 years ago, from a group of Rogues. Ever since her parents died Alpha Silas has made her life hell. As she awaits her 18th birthday she's also planning her escape.

*Book one Completed* Anna Brown has the ability to dream and go to the Moonland, the land of werewolves, and dark creatures. But she wished all her dreams were just like those that everybody has. Yet, her dreams were different. Her dreams weren't colors of rainbows and sunshine, her dreams became her reality, after all, she was a descendant of the Moon Goddess. The last of her bloodline. Nobody knew that she was the daughter of the Moon and Fire. However, Anna was beyond miserable, how fate played her, how she was just a pawn to an ancient war of werewolves. Her fierce visions were her grief untold, and she wished she could show it, she does. But she has to let the long-lost Golden Alpha Harry Camilton in so he can trust him yet, she doesn't know whom to trust and they shattered her hope, lies were told. Would she choose the promise of his love or choose the call of the Moon Goddess Dream?

BOOK ONE OF THE IMMORTAL SERIES “Over a hundred people have reported you for aggravated assault, vandalism of property, several attempts at bullying, invasion of privacy, and reckless driving. Who are you?” The stupid police officer in front of me asked as he continued to read out, “Kidnapping??” “Mark I think that is enough,” Zachariah intervened. Mark closed the file that had all of my detailed crime reports as he glared at me. “And so on,” he said, placing it on the table that separated us from each other. “What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked. I sniffed into the air as I exhaled out deeply, my back relaxing less comfortably on the iron chair as I answered with not a single show of concern at all. “What can I say? They all deserved it.” I cackled as I admired my gloves, having nothing but evil thoughts as I looked at them.  ____________________________________________________________________ Cursed since birth to become the Snake Goddess and wield supernatural powers way stronger than she can imagine, Eve is on a journey to become one of the greatest the immortal realm has ever seen, and she won't be on this journey alone. But with her amulet still missing and the world slowly drowning into utter chaos because of her, time can only tell if there has been a mistake made in handing over such powers to her, as there are secrets that lie ahead of her that can either rip her apart or make her stronger.

Deja should have died. But instead, she fell into the clutches of her enemies. Ruthless and bloody killers. Werewolves. How can she live among them? How to be saved? She can't give what they want, but she'll never be let go. They do not need a ransom, neither in gold, nor in earth, nor in magic. She is their property.

She was utterly betrayed, used, and cast aside by the person who was supposed to be her mate. So, just a day before their wedding, she made a daring escape. But little did she know, her journey to freedom only led her into the clutches of another horrifying nightmare, one even more terrifying than before. How on earth did she find herself trapped in her new-mate’s possessive embrace? And to make matters worse, she was helplessly falling into a his merciless and alluring trap. What a bewildering twist of fate!

My son, Scott Gould, suddenly tells me that he has leukemia. Then, he goes on to say that his biggest wish is to see Ivanna Newman in a wedding dress. My husband, Theodore Gould, agrees with Scott. "I'll hold a wedding with Ivanna. Once Scott is done with his treatment, we'll get remarried." I gladly agree to the request and divorce Theodore. Not long after, I learn from Scott's social media that he's attending the wedding of Theodore and his childhood sweetheart, Ivanna. The caption he writes says, "I'm so happy for Dad. I can't help but shed tears for true love." I smile and turn off my phone. Holding the hand of the person next to me, I board a plane to Wismuth.

A slave. A wolf. A woman. Annalise was all those things, born into the service of a warlock, just as her parents were before her, her choices never fully her own. The full moon was her only freedom, the only night see could leave her masters land and run free through the woods, though it never lasted, the next morning she would have no choice but to return. If she didn’t, he would find her, he always did; the crimson collar around her neck could track her every movement, find her wherever she went. From this life, there would be no escape. But one full moon when she ventured too deep into the woods, everything she knew would change, everything she had been taught would turn into bitter lies. Her life would change so fast, it would leave her mind, and her wolf spinning. An alpha. Destiny. Purpose. These would be the new words that fuelled her existence, and her life would finally become whole, she would find her place, free herself from the tyrant who had bought her. She would be free. Or so she thought...

~Did she cut her wedding gown off? What the heck! How could she turn it to that? ~ ~ What's going on with her? Why is she in sneakers? ~ ~What's she holding behind her ~ My ears listened to their whispers as I stood at the doorstep about to enter the hall. My gaze fell on my soon-to-be husband waiting for me by the alter and I chuckled remembering everything. Well, yes, I shortened my most beautiful wedding gown to a short gown that reaches above my knees and also on sneakers instead of heels, but then, this feeling is different; I've never felt this way my entire life. I'm supposed to be feeling rage boiling through my veins, anger, fury, accompanied with pains, and screams but that's not the case. Right now, I'm feeling super excited. Without delaying it any longer, I revealed the KRISS Vector gun I had been hiding behind me, and their facial expressions were joy-giving. I burst into laughter before releasing the fire on them. Wondering the kind of bride I am? I am Elora, the bride who went on a killing spree on her wedding day.

I worked for a restaurant, and our boss loved making empty promises about giving us restaurant shares. The boss said we would start with zero shares, but we could earn 0.01% for every two hours of overtime, covering someone else’s work or saving the restaurant 1,000 bucks. I suggested she write this down in an official document and have someone track it properly. She just smiled and told everyone to work harder. She never actually put it in writing. The experienced staff did not believe her, but one prep cook took it seriously. At the end of the year, he went to the boss to claim his shares. The boss said, “Sorry, the head chef told me there’s no official document, so it doesn’t count. You can’t claim any shares.” The prep cook worked hard all year and got nothing for it, so he took his anger out on me. The day before I was going home for the New Year, he killed me with a knife. “If you hadn’t said it doesn’t count without an official document, this whole restaurant would’ve been mine!” I lay in a pool of blood. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day the boss first made those empty promises.