Kekkei Mora

Cuando sufrí un ataque agudo de apendicitis, mis padres, mi hermano y mi prometido estaban ocupados celebrando el cumpleaños de mi hermana menor. Llamé una y otra vez desde la puerta del quirófano, buscando que algún familiar firmara el consentimiento para mi operación, pero todos colgaron sin piedad. Mi prometido, Gabriel Gómez, me envió un mensaje después de rechazar mi llamada: "No hagas berrinche, Sofía. Hoy es la fiesta de mayoría de edad de Luna. Hablemos después del banquete." Apagué el celular y firmé el consentimiento quirúrgico con calma. Era la novena y noventa vez que renunciaban a mí por Luna Ramos. Así que esta vez, soy yo quien renuncia a ellos. Ya no me duele su favoritismo. Al contrario, comencé a obedecer cada una de sus peticiones, sin cuestionar nada. Todos creyeron que por fin me había vuelto sensata. Nadie imaginaba que en realidad, me estaba preparando para desaparecer para siempre.

Sebuah pesawat Airbus A320 tiba-tiba saja menghilang dari pantauan radar. Pilot dan kopilot tewas tersambar petir. Adam, seorang Perwira muda usia 27 tahun berhasil mengambil alih kemudi pesawat. Namun sayang...., pesawat tak mampu menghindar dari jebakan badai elektromagnetik yang telah mendistorsi suatu terowongan ruang-waktu. Pesawat tersedot menuju sebuah portal yang terhubung ke masa lalu. Seluruh penumpang dan awak kabin lenyap. Terhempas di era tahun 40-an...., menyeberangi selat Inggris..., hingga terjerembab di masa perang dunia kedua. Kejadian mengerikan kemudian terjadi dalam pesawat. Ruang kabin penumpang tercemar gas-gas beracun yang telah disusupi arwah-arwah kotor manusia terkutuk. Bau busuk arwah-arwah gentayangan itu menyengat hidung, lalu menyerobot masuk menembus sistem pernapasan. Menggerogoti tubuh semua orang. Mencemari sistem kerja otak dan jantung penumpang hingga membuat mereka sekarat. Tubuh-tubuh penumpang yang sekarat bersekutu dengan arwah-arwah terkutuk itu. Satu persatu dari mereka lenyap dari dalam pesawat. Namun mereka kembali muncul dalam wujud makhluk siluman berkuku panjang. Mengerikan...., makhluk-makhluk itu meneror penumpang yang masih selamat. Adam, yang mempunyai kemampuan supernatural setelah mengalami kecelakaan pesawat Hercules Lockheed C-130 yang dia piloti enam bulan yang lalu itu harus berjibaku untuk menyelamatkan sisa-sisa penumpang yang masih bernyawa. Tak hanya itu....., dia juga harus mampu memecahkan teka-teki berbentuk lingkaran yang terputus di beberapa titik untuk bisa kembali pulang. Titik-titik itu merupakan sederetan peristiwa misterius yang terjadi dalam penerbangan itu. Dan..., untuk teka-teki yang terakhir berhasil dipecahkan oleh Ingrid, gadis cantik juga seorang sarjana Astrofisika asal Austria yang ikut menemani Adam dalam ruang kokpit kemudi pesawat.

Sembilan mahasiswa dari Fakultas Ilmu Kelautan tak menduga bahwa mereka akan mengalami sederetan kejadian aneh saat sedang melaksanakan tugas penelitian di tengah-tengah lautan. Mereka ketakutan menghadapi teror dari makhluk yang tidak mereka ketahui, gejala alam yang luar biasa aneh, hingga kapal motor terperangkap dalam medan elektromagnetik listrik tajam. Satu hal yang pasti! Mereka terputus komunikasi dari dunia luar. Apa yang sebenarnya terjadi? Apakah mereka akan kembali dengan selamat setelah terdampar di tempat antah-berantah?

La familia mafiosa Rossi seguía una regla ancestral. Antes del matrimonio, el heredero tenía una oportunidad cada año de sacar un sorteo. Si obtenía uno favorable, podía elegir a su propia esposa y evitar un matrimonio arreglado. Dante Rossi obtuvo un sorteo desfavorable durante cinco años consecutivos. Y yo, que llevaba siete años saliendo con él, nunca logré casarme a su lado. Este año marcaba el sexto. Escuché por casualidad su conversación con Marco Valentino, el subjefe. —Señor Rossi, le volvió a tocar un sorteo favorable. La voz de Dante tenía una frialdad inusual. —Como siempre, cámbialo por uno desfavorable. Marco dudó un momento antes de intentar persuadirlo. —Señor Rossi, ya lo ha cambiado durante cinco años seguidos. ¿No le preocupa que Celia se vaya? Es la mujer más hermosa de Nopales. La mitad de los hombres de la ciudad la persiguen. Dante respondió con total seguridad: —No lo hará. Celia me ama demasiado. No se casará con nadie más. —Hace años, el padre de Livia murió salvándome. Su último deseo fue que me quedara a su lado durante cinco años. Cuando este año termine, le daré a Celia una gran boda como compensación. Mi último rastro de esperanza murió al escuchar esas palabras. Dante probablemente no sabía que la familia Rossi tenía una última regla ancestral. Si el heredero no lograba obtener un sorteo favorable seis veces, perdería el derecho a elegir su propio matrimonio. Además, yo pronto me casaría con alguien más.

A premeditated scheme of exploitation stripped me of everything I had. An unforeseen encounter plunged me headlong into a swirling vortex of chaos. Betrayal, contracts, endless entanglements… As the gears of fate clicked into motion, a single sheet of agreement threw me back into the orbit of that person—yet he seemed to have erased every trace of me from his memory… Meanwhile, my ex’s relentless, suffocating pestering and life’s unyielding, brutal trials kept closing in, one after another.

At school, I was bullied, and my mother suddenly died tragically. Who is the murderer behind this? I have to painfully pursue the truth, but now the person I love is pushing me hard. Does he really understand what love is? Why can't misunderstandings be explained face to face? Why does bullying become a synonym for love? I can't give up. I will save myself from danger countless times. I will become the Alpha King.

I am a human, but my boyfriend is a werewolf. During a date, I discovered that he cheated on me. Disillusioned, I rushed to the bar to drown my sorrows in alcohol but accidentally ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger and was marked by him. I thought my life was going to be completely dark from that point on, but I never expected that the man would turn out to be a powerful alpha. It was like a wide net slowly closing in on us in the darkness. Ever since I found out that I was pregnant, the fate of us was deeply entangled individuals...

The whole wolf pack knew I was Alpha Nick’s fated mate—chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. But the second I stepped into Brown Pack territory with my suitcase in hand— His mother, Mrs. Johnson, ordered the maids to spray me with wolfsbane. His cousin, Enna, "accidentally" put me in *his* bedroom. And his childhood sweetheart, Rina, slapped a ten-million-dollar check in my face, demanding I publicly renounce this "joke of a mating bond." Even Alpha Nick himself—the ruthless legend of the pack—spent the first night wrapped around me like a damn octopus, only to kick me out coldly the next morning: *"Get out. Don’t come back to my room again."* When I was framed for theft, forced to work overtime till midnight, or locked inside a pitch-black office mid-panic attack… My *"fiancé"* was too busy grinding on Rina at some high-society ball. Then the truth about me dropped— Brown Pack’s elders dropped to their knees, trembling. Rina ripped her knockoff Luara gown in rage. And Alpha Nick, eyes bloodshot, pinned me against the wall: *"Wendy… you played me."* I smirked, peeling his fingers off me. *"Sorry, Alpha. The three-month contract’s up."* *"Now… call me by my real title—heir of White Moon Pack."*

Five years ago, Emily was framed and became pregnant. She lost everything and became an ordinary woman. The night she went into labor, she woke up in a pit. Somebody tried to bury her alive! Five years later, she returned with her kids and she would make those people who framed her pay! What? She was pregnant with quadruplets! They were all her children! She would get all her money back! Whoever had framed her or hurt her, she would be back at them tenfold! Derick, the man in power of the Scott family, pulled her back and said, "Emily, I'll give you everything you want!"

Everyone thought I was just an Omega clinging to Alpha Pheisar— gentle, silent, unworthy of love. In his eyes, I was nothing more than a burden the Moon Goddess tossed his way. But the moment he held Selene’s hand and vowed a mate-bond at the Moonlit Altar, I finally understood — I had never mattered. He never kept a promise, never cared about the wolf-soul I burned to keep him alive. So I rejected him. He thought I was being dramatic—until I bonded with the “comatose Alpha” everyone believed would never wake. When he knelt at my ceremony and roared “I only want you,” I simply replied: “Too late.” What they never knew was this— I was never a vine to be pulled or broken. I can stitch a wedding gown with devotion, and cut off a rotting love just as cleanly. I can be soft— and I can be resolute. The day I married Alpha Zander, no one expected him to wake—much less fall for me. But the first time I whispered “Mate” in his arms, the ice around him melted into pure devotion. And in the quiet dark, his hand firm on my waist, he murmured: “Pheisar is downstairs begging again…I’m feeling jealous. You’ll have to make it up to me.” This time— Pheisar will learn what kind of treasure he threw away. And Zander will know the partner in his hands is worth a lifetime of love.