Janet Van Dyne Novels & Stories

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

There's nothing gorgeous about the old woman. "You look..." Mrs Daniels trails off as she gives me a thorough once over with a look that screams disapproval. I am putting on a long deep blue gown with no hint of skin except for the low neckline which Jason allowed after much scrutiny. "The girl looks alright Flora," Mr Daniels finished her sentence for her. "Father, I'm glad you made it," Jason pumped his Father's hand enthusiastically. "Why are you alone?" Mrs Daniels asked Henley with a tone of derision. "Because I'm alone," Henley replied.

The Alpha had planned a huge celebration for me to welcome me to a very important age in my life- one where I was eligible to get a mate, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness. I was in my room, surrounded by a sea of Omegas who dressed me up in a beautiful gown and applied everything else that there was to apply. I stared at my irresistible frame in the mirror, still in awe of how I had grown so beautiful over the years. But deep down, I knew this body wasn't truly mine. I had grown so close to my inner guide over the years and I had named her “Raya.”. My wolf reminded me constantly that we had to keep up the act, pretending to be the girl whose life we had take

He was defeated, and that made him feel humiliated. Filled with hatred, he chooses the most beautiful of the warriors to be his mate, but she is the pack's beta mate and is pregnant. That meant nothing to Jackson. He would possess her body and mark her by force. The beta would disown a woman whose body has been used and marked by another man. But Mary was a phenomenal warrior, and knowing that her offspring was in danger if she got raped, she used forces she didn't even know she had and managed to get rid of Jackson, leaving him knocked down on the floor.

He paused, then added with a hint of longing, “He was the first person to ever believe I wasn’t just a weapon. The first to stand beside me when the world called me cursed.” That silenced me. After a beat, I leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair away from Syra’s cheek. Okay then, let’s give it a fucking shot _________________________________________________________________ They said she was dead. Miss Janet Moonclaw—the radiant Luna of the Moonclaw pack. The heart of a dynasty. I’d seen her once, years ago. Just once. Her smile was made of warmth, her presence as soothing as moonlight over rippling water. The kind of woman who made you believe that true peace existed.

The walls trembled as if the island itself had grown weary of holding so much hatred and darkness within its bounds. Serena stood at the center of it all, glowing with a light not born of this world. Her wolf, Nene, had fully awakened within her—feral and majestic, divine and merciless. Power pulsed from her body in waves, like a second heartbeat, loud and resonating. Her white hair whipped around her like a stormcloud, her silver eyes lit with blinding resolve.

She is mine and mine alone. “Zane, you don’t have to feel any sort of empathy towards that woman. I know you are a young man, but once you realize the power and responsibilities of an Alpha, you’d know why exactly she is there,” I said in a deceptively calm voice, even though I felt like my insides were bursting with horror as I know that Zane could realize the relation between him and Millicent if he gets to know her too much. Or what if he digs onto all of our pasts? No, I can't let that happen! He cannot find out the lies that have kept us as a family for so many years now.

“What happened, Dillon?” inquired the woman wearing a white lab coat. “She hasn’t stopped crying since we parted ways with their pack. Then she passed out. Her body is far too frail. You need to check on her, and she needs to be healed immediately,” Dillon said as he placed the unconscious Emily on the white bed. The woman approached Emily’s body and then shook her head. “This isn’t good, Dillon.” “Do your best to heal her quickly; the Alpha does not understand the concept of patience,” Dillon warned as he turned around.

cheered the Snowden warriors, their faces lighting up with hope. The woman, cold and stunningly beautiful, held a white iron fan. With swift, deadly strikes, she dispatched several of the meteorite-powered superhumans, securing the area with ease. Lady Glacier, also known as Connie Kellan, was a revered figure in Snowden, though no one dared to pursue her. "What's going on?" Connie's voice was as cold as her expression, emotionless. "We're not sure, but it seems connected to Wyverna," replied a warrior holding an ax, his head lowered in deference, unable to meet Connie's icy gaze.