Lucian Graymark Shadowhunters

Sera Ashenvale never asked for the bloodshed, but it found her anyway. After losing everything to a pack’s betrayal, she became a shadow, a rogue wolf with one goal: revenge. The name Lucian Hale is etched into her heart. But when fate brings her back to Silvermist, she doesn’t just face the ruthless Alpha. She finds herself drawn to him. A bond neither can deny. "You're a long way from being a victim, Sera. But you're still mine." Can love and vengeance coexist in a world where wolves bite, hearts break, and power is everything?

You should be grateful. That sentence killed me in my last life. My father said it while selling me to Blackmoon’s cold alpha. My husband—Alpha Lucian Black—growled it when I asked for a divorce. My sister purred it as she stole my inheritance. My mother prayed it, watching my slaughter. They framed me. Dragged me into the forest. Broke my bones. Ripped out my wolf. Left me bleeding under a blood moon. All smiling. All demanding gratitude. Then—I woke up. Reborn. The night before the betrayal. Back in my weak, human body, my untouched mate-mark burning. This time? No begging. No obedience. I burn contracts. Shatter schemes. Become the monster they created. But my “cruel” Alpha has changed. Lucian Black’s golden eyes darken when rivals look at me. His voice cracks when I say “divorce.” His hands grip me like I might vanish. “Please,” he snarls, slamming me against the wall, fangs grazing my throat, breath hot. “Don’t leave me.” He doesn’t remember shredding me. Doesn’t know I’m the key to his curse… —or his pack’s destruction. Wolves rule by fang. Mates by power, not passion. I died weak. This time, they kneel. Reborn from blood. Fueled by hate. Tangled in obsession… I’ll take my revenge. And claim true love’s bite. Dark werewolf rebirth romance: cursed alpha obsession, forced marriage, betrayal, revenge, possessive heat, weak-to-queen.

She believed she left him behind forever. Five years ago, she walked away from the one man who had ever lit her soul on fire - Lucian Blackthorne, the ruthless millionaire Alpha who claimed her as his fated mate after a single night of forbidden bliss. She rushed to safeguard the secret blossoming inside her, resolved never to let him find the truth. But fate didn’t care about her intentions. When he strolled back into her life at an elite supernatural charity dinner, his seductive silver eyes focused on hers, arousing every suppressed longing she had battled to conceal. He was much stronger now and even more deadly. His control ripped her hard-earned barriers, leaving her shaking with desire and horror. Because if Lucian found her secret, he would never let her or their son go. As he lured her back into his heady world of money, power, and primitive supernatural passion, secrets long buried began to claw their way to the surface. She understood her secret wasn’t the only one that might kill them both. He desired her loyalty. She desired his touch. But when treachery ruined the fragile hope rekindling between them, she was forced to face the final question: may she submit to his love, knowing it may cost her freedom… and her child’s future? Because the stain of midnight longing could never be erased - no matter how deeply she attempted to bury it.

Eu amei Lucian por anos e dei tudo de mim para salvar a vida dele, mas tudo o que eu recebi em troca foi seu olhar de desprezo. Em minha vida passada, eu fui forçada a me tornar sua companheira, mas, no fim, morri sob as garras dos lobos ferozes que ele enviou atrás de mim, e ele ainda quebrou o pescoço do meu irmão Marcus com os próprios dentes. Na noite em que renasci, eu fiz uma escolha diferente. Eu deixei Ayara, minha rival, ter tudo o que queria. Casei-me no lugar dela com Draven, o príncipe brutal que os boatos diziam que "matava suas noivas", e ela pôde fugir com Lucian. Mas, quando a porta da limusine abriu, a pessoa que saiu foi um garoto gentil que eu havia conhecido quando tinha cinco anos. — Olhe bem, querida. Eu sou mesmo tão assustador quando os rumores dizem? — seus olhos âmbar estavam cheios de calor e carinho. Descobri, então, que ele havia encenado doze casamentos falsos, apenas esperando eu crescer. Quando Lucian se ajoelhou e implorou para que eu voltasse, já era tarde demais; eu já era a Luna do Draven.

A forged report. A forced abortion. A husband’s betrayal. I thought my marriage was a fairy tale until the man I loved signed away my baby’s life and left me to burn in a locked hospital ward while he pampered my pregnant best friend. They thought the fire would silence me forever. They were wrong. Rescued from the brink of death and forged in the fires of hate, I’ve returned years later with a new identity and a cold heart. Lucian and Lydia think they’ve won, but they’re about to find out that nothing burns hotter than a woman with nothing left to lose.

Ravena travels to Silver Town after escaping from her red werewolf pack to learn what happened to her sister. Some Silver Wolves, however, refuse to accept her or her motivations, claiming that she is there to win the affection of the gray alpha leader, and they would stop at nothing to defend their home. Lucian Silver, the leader of the pack, is unable to avoid experiencing the sorrow of the past, especially when Ravena appears to him as a phantom from his memories. He must concede that not everything is as it seems when he is in charge and that perhaps this alluring red wolf can fit in after all when someone attempts to quiet her.

Even though we live in modern times, the coven seems stuck in the Dark Ages. As the heir apparent to the throne, Zalindra is under pressure to marry in order to maintain the lineage's strength. Seriously? That feels so out of touch with today's world. Her true passion lies in honing her skills to protect the coven. Romance? Not a priority for her, let alone marriage. But everything changes when she encounters Lucian and Lorian. I hate to sound cliché, but it was a case of instant attraction. Just one tiny hiccup: they have no idea they're witches. That doesn't make me want them any less .

Power can’t protect Adrien Cross from bullets or from the men who want his body. Damien is the bodyguard, he is brutal, disciplined, and hungry. Lucian is his rival; he is ruthless, obsessive, and willing to burn him alive. He doesn’t expect the first night to end with his back against glass, his bodyguard’s mouth on his throat, and a rival billionaire watching, waiting to join. One night, one kiss, one reckless threesome changes everything. Desire becomes an addiction. Obsession becomes war. But in the end, only one man can have him. But will Adrien’s choice save him or destroy him?

With her family turning their backs on her, Ayra must learn to navigate her new life as the wife of the owner of the Consortium, Lucian Dante Russo. Quite quickly she comes to discover secrets that shatter everything she thought she knew about her family. What she thought was her father’s desperate debt turns out to be the tip of a much darker scheme and she is thrown into a world of violence, power, and betrayal. As rivals close in and secrets lurk around every corner, Isabella realizes that the only way to survive may be to embrace the dangerous man she’s bound to. The shadows of their past cling to them, however, and threaten to consume them whole.

Ella has always known her place; at the very bottom. As an omega, she’s learned to stay invisible, to endure the taunts and cruelty, especially from the notorious Blackthorn twins, Lucian and Kade. Golden, ruthless, and heirs to the Blackthorn pack, the alpha twins have made tormenting Ella their favorite pastime. To them, she’s nothing more than a reminder of weakness. Until fate plays its cruelest trick. When the unmistakable scent of the mate bond connects the three of them, their delicately ordered world shatters. The twins would rather reject fate than claim a weak omega, and Ella refuses to be bound to the monsters who made her life hell.