How To Kill A Witch

The year I was reborn was the year the vampire war began. The first thing I did was get rid of the pup. My mate's pup. Alpha Lucas's. In my last life, he covered for his childhood friend, Sarah, when she mated a vampire. He took my pure-blood pup and swapped him with her half-breed bastard. They branded me a traitor. Tortured me to death in a silver dungeon. And my own son, brainwashed by Sarah, stood over my corpse and told me to rot in hell. When I opened my eyes again, I was three months pregnant. I didn't hesitate. I walked straight to the witch's hut and drank the poison she gave me. But as the life drained away, I uncorked another bottle: an expensive Mimic Potion. It fakes a pup's heartbeat. It gives off the scent of an expecting mother. Lucas wants a child to take the fall for Sarah's crime. Fine. I'll give him a show. This time, I have no weakness.

I'm the heiress of an affluent family. The housekeeper's daughter secretly wears my gown prepared for my birthday party, and I'm about to teach her a lesson. Suddenly, I see real-time comments. "This female antagonist is just jealous that the female protagonist looks better in the gown than she does!" "It's fine. The male protagonists are going to show up soon!" "Let's hang on for a bit more. I'd like to see this antagonist continue being so snobby once her family goes bankrupt!" In the next second, my brother and fiancé show up. They shield the housekeeper's daughter in their arms. Sneering, I commanded the staff, "Strip all three of them."

On the night of Mom's birthday, as she was making a wish under the moon, Dad suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something. My usually cautious mother, who valued her life above all else, turned around after hearing those words and jumped straight into the pack's silver pit. The silver pit is deadly for us werewolves; only those with a death wish would go there. After her death, countless pack members questioned Dad about what he had said. Someone even offered a million dollars in exchange for those words. But he remained silent. Until the day of my mate ceremony, Dad showed up. He walked up to my fiancé and whispered something...

Zyra had always been an outcast, despised by everyone in her pack for her parents' sacrifice. Her dear ones had died while saving a stranger who was wolfless and mateless, leaving Zyra alone and isolated. Despite her kindness and helpful nature, she was constantly bullied and enslaved by her packmates, living in a constant state of fear and isolation. One day, the moon goddess finally gave her a mate. But he despised her and rejected her, despite coveting her beauty. Anguished and heartbroken, Zyra kicked the hell out of him and had a one-night stand with a stranger, resulting in an unexpected pregnancy. But even with her pregnancy, her mate still had his eyes on her, causing Zyra to fear for her life and the safety of her unborn children. When the Lycan King came to claim her as his mate, she saw it as a chance to escape her current situation. Bullied, enslaved, and alone, Zyra fled in the middle of the night and raised her babies in secrecy. But the truth behind her parents' death was far from what she had been told. As Zyra delved deeper into the mystery, she discovered a shocking conspiracy that involved the very people she trusted the most. As she began to uncover the truth, she realized that the Lycan King may be the only one she could trust, despite fearing him at first. But with her mate and her pack still on the hunt for her, Zyra knew that she needed to keep her true identity a secret, even from the man she could come to love and trust the most.

The night Lyra Hale’s pack burned to the ground, she saw the Alpha responsible with her own eyes. Kael Draven. The ruthless ruler of the Nightfang Pack. He slaughtered her people, destroyed her home, and left her alive among the ashes. For years, Lyra has lived for one purpose—revenge. But when fate forces her back into Nightfang territory, she discovers a truth far crueler than death. Kael Draven is her fated mate. Bound to the man she has sworn to kill, Lyra searches for proof that he is the monster she remembers. Yet the deeper she digs into the past, the more the story of that night begins to unravel. Witnesses contradict the massacre. Hidden alliances surface. And a powerful rival Alpha begins moving his forces toward war. Because Silvercrest Pack was never meant to survive. It was destroyed to capture something far more valuable. Lyra. As the last heir to a rare Luna bloodline capable of strengthening and stabilizing entire packs, her power could shift the balance of werewolf rule across the territories. Now hunted by enemies and bound to the Alpha she hates most, Lyra must uncover the truth behind the night that destroyed her life. Because the man she believes to be her greatest enemy may be the only one capable of protecting her from the war that is coming.

Daciana, an orphan, has always been on the run to protect what she held dear. She had loved her mate, Ulfred, fiercely. However, the next morning, he rejected her after a long night of sex. Daciana found out she was pregnant with triplets. What would she do when her babies are kidnapped? Will she go back to her Ulfred? Later on, she is blessed with a second chance mate. Will Daciana be finally happy with her new found mate?

It was not until my death that I realized my husband would not touch me because he was deeply in love with my best friend. The two spent their entire lives longing for each other, but never crossing the line, staying loyal from afar. Even my best friend's professor husband lived his life like a celibate monk. After being reborn, I seized the moment and held the professor's hand. "I like you. Let's be together." His eyes darkened as he replied, "Perfect. I feel the same." We instantly connected. However, this time, it was my husband and best friend who were not happy about it.

The werewolves and the witches did not see face to face, never wanting to interact with each other, despite both being a creature of magic and Goddesses. For two generations, two Alphas were paired with witches for a mate and the second better half, that was the Goddess's way of putting friendship between her children, but the wolves being an animal of instinct, the first generation did not fare well, and spoiled things further. It was then left to the second generation to set things straight, or perhaps the third. Alpha's Wilson and Quinton, are both paired with witches, one hot-headed, the other level-headed, but, what did their attitude get them? Nowhere!. That's where.

***MATURE 18+*** Olivia Carol White, she was a normal 18 years old teenage girl that just graduate high school. Because of her careless action she has been abducted and being pushed to the mafia world. 7 years had passed, she turns into a ruthless, cold-hearted and vicious assassin. Until one day, she finally got to see the person she hate the most. The one who caused her to be a part of this mafia. The difference is there won't be any laughing and hugging cause this time, she have been assigned to kill him. Yes, she have to kill her ex-lover.

A pack of Rogues holds my mother, Celia Hale, hostage and clutches an iron chest like it's treasure. Lillian Parker, my mate's first love, points at the chest through her tears. "That chest… It's all I have left of my mother." However, the boulder above my mother's head is already loose, and it could crush her at any moment. I desperately beg my mate and the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack, Ares Hamilton. "Save my mom first! Please!" He just glances at me with a frown. "Celia's a strong she-wolf. She'll be fine. Margaret is already gone. That chest matters more." With that, he gestures for most of the fighters to move toward the chest. Only two young werewolves, barely steady on their feet, reluctantly step toward Celia. I stare at him in disbelief. In the end, they recover the chest, but my mother is dead.