Iris Brave Frontier

Zephyr stood with her head bent low and her hands clasped in front of her. His dark aura made cold sweat roll down her spine, and she felt herself trembling. She felt his ethereal dark gray eyes fall upon her, intensifying the urge to scurry away as he closed the distance between them. She tried to move backward, but her back pressed further into the wall, reminding her she had no place to run to. His larger frame towered over her as he placed one hand beside her head. Zephyr had seen many men, and she could confidently say none held a candle to Alpha Damon Alaric. Damon was handsome in every way, and if she didn't know better, she might have mistaken him for the devil. Zephyr shivered when his fingers grasped her chin and tilted it up to meet his dark gaze. "Zephyr…" Alpha Damon trailed off, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. Her heart raced as his thumb gently caressed her lips. "Didn't I tell you you're mine? How dare you let another man touch you?" His voice remained calm, but his eyes spoke volumes. Zephyr's heart skipped a beat when his hands moved to her bottom, gently caressing the soft flesh and stirring sinful desires within her. "Or do you want me to take you to my bed and remind you to whom you belong?" Zephyr Cyrus was the lowest of all kinds; even the Omegas easily trampled her because she was a slave. She had accepted her fate, knowing that denying it would only lead to death. However, everything began to change when the Alpha's shrewd eyes fell on her.

"Matt, don't play me, honey, please—" (Beatrice) Beatrice thought her husband had given her a memorable wedding surprise on their first night on the best. But after experiencing unprecedented pleasure, a soft whisper in her ear made her tense, "You are so delicious my stepmother, sorry if I precede my Dad." (Christopher) "W-what, who are you?!" *** How will Beatrice respond to her stepson's rude behaviour? And what does her stepson's mean by that?

Ivy Jones is a 23-year-old student hit by the death of her mother. When dealing with the grief of her mother she uncovers family secrets she is brought into a new life where she helps a detective named Jack Marshall solve a case of an infamous child killer through her newfound paranormal link.

Aliaria Laurent Moon, known mostly as Aria, is the Luna of the Moonfall pack. Everything is fine, until her mate is killed and she has to lead the pack herself. With her being vulnerable, enemies attack the pack and she seems helpless. Until, a solution comes up. She could be the ritual mate of another pack and the two packs would fuse together. This however, happens once in a century and the paired packs would compete with other pairs in a tournament. Aliaria agrees, left with no choice until she finds out that the alpha of the pack she is meant to mate with, was the jerk who broke her heart before at Leaders’ Camp. Will she let her feelings get in the way or put aside her feelings and win for the sake of the pack and get her revenge for her dead mate?

"I want a divorce!" He spat angrily. Her eyes widened in shock. "W-What?" She stuttered, not believing what she heard. "You heard right. I want a divorce!" "But why?" °°°° Everything that brought them together split them apart. An arranged marriage between Glory Scott and Sean Kings. They made headlines when they got married and became everyone's favorite couple but no one knew how Glory was being treated behind closed doors. To top it all, Sean comes back from his trip and decides that he wants a divorce, and not to add, his lover was now carrying his child. Hurt and heartbroken, Glory leaves him only to come back years later as a certified Billionaire CEO! °°° "Please come back to me, Glory." He begged. Glory smirked and moved closer to him, her heels clicking against the floor. "You divorced me, Remember?"

Heartbroken and humiliated, Almira thought a wild night on a cruise ship would help her forget her cheating mate. Instead, she wakes up tangled with Lysander Hitwell—the ruthless Alpha of the Shadow Weavers Pack and a billionaire whose name dominates headlines and a strange possession of powers. She planned to leave him and that night behind forever, but fate has other plans. Now carrying the twins of the most powerful man in the werewolf world, Almira is caught between protecting her heart and facing the Alpha who could destroy her—or complete her. But what if she discovers more than just her pregnancy? Something powerful that she unlocked the night they shared together.

Rylah was born, fated to destroy the silverfang pack hence they tried to kill her first. Betrayed, sealed, branded wolfless, and left for dead, she vanished. Ten years later, she returns as a renowned healer with a hidden past and a single goal, vengeance. Her every step calculated to reclaim the alpha throne stolen from her.

"Zale Lionel Helmer" is a young billionaire who is a Greek god himself. The arrogant and cold CEO. But what they do not know is, he is also Russian Mafia king "Devil Lucifer". The cruel monster that has no weakness. He will not show mercy for his prey. He will not hesitate a bit before killing anyone. He hates who betrays and Lies the most. The women are only to warm his bed. "Tara Igor” is a sweet innocent girl who is living a simple life. She is half German and half Indian. She is brave and Kind. She is beautiful like an angel. She will not think before she helps anyone. But her kindness became a curse for her. When she saves him, she didn’t think her life will change upside down. What will happen to this angel when she traps under Devil Lucifer?

She rules her world,she sets the pace. Pretty poison. Driven by revenge and the never quenched hunger for blood and vengeance. She's a one woman army, and the Mafia Bosslady. But will the iron lady ever bend?

She was soft—kind, trusting. Until betrayal carved her open and buried the girl she used to be. What rose from that grave wasn’t weak. It wasn’t gentle. But when a ruthless Lycan Alpha steps into her path, Fate begins to stir. As secrets unravel, bloodlines collide, and marks awaken, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear: Some marks are fate. Hers might be war.