Marceline Minecraft Skin Novels & Stories

Liana Elizabeth Rose of the prestigious Rose family woke gasping—remembering everything. At first, she thought it was a dream. Or a hallucination. Maybe heaven, maybe hell, or wherever people go when life has been cruel enough to steal their breath. But the room was the same. The curtains were the same. The smooth, unscarred skin she touched was the same. As if the last five years of betrayal and humiliation had never etched themselves into her. Then the panic hit. She remembered. Every. Single. Thing. The cold metal of prison bars. Her husband Adrian’s dead, beautiful eyes accusing her of the accident. The trial. The cousin who framed her. The family who abandoned her. The little brother who no longer remembered her voice. Her death. And the cruelest truth: she wasn’t even from this world. It was a book a stupid novel her roommate had recommended. She died inside a story she didn’t write. And now, she woke up at the moment everything began to crumble. Fine. Sharpen her mind. Feed her ambition. And when the plot tried to drag her back, she’d pull harder. Then there was him—Adrian. From his point of view, the world shifted. Her scent. Her voice. Her existence. Everything about her crawled under his skin, sank into his bloodstream, coiled around his bones. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t want to. He only knew: if she breathed, he wanted it. If she moved, he followed. Obsession wasn’t a symptom—it was his nature. And Liana? She had rewritten herself into the one thing he could never let go of. This time, she wasn’t the victim. She wasn’t a plot device. She was the storm. And Adrian? Learning, too late, that even possession has a price.

"You taste of another wolf's territory, Draven. Wash his scent from your skin, or do not dare demand my submission tonight." For three agonizing winters, omega wolf Lardon Vexley played the flawless, hidden lodge master to the brutal Alpha-Prime, Draven Calder. He endured the pack's cruelty, silenced his own roar, and sacrificed his elite status as a Skyfang Rift Engineering scholar—all to secure a secret mating bond with a beast who treats him like a glorified kennel keeper. But when Draven ignites the sacred crest flares for his high-born lover, Mireya Duskrell, Lardon realizes his silent devotion has earned him nothing but a broken pack-vow and a terminal case of silver-rot eating through his ribs. With his remaining moons numbered, Lardon chooses to reclaim his wild instincts. He signs the dissolution scrolls, strips off his collar, and walks into the cold wilderness to resurrect his buried dreams at Nighthowl Systems, guided by his former childhood protector turned powerful rogue, Aziel Crowbane. But an Alpha-Prime does not surrender his property so easily. When Draven tracks his runaway mate down to a dark, secluded den, the confrontation burns with years of unspoken, toxic fixation. "You think a piece of signed parchment severs what is etched into your bones, Lardon?" Draven growled, his powerful claws pinning the omega against the rough stone wall, his tongue forcefully tracing the sensitive, throbbing skin of Lardon's unbitten neck. "Scream your defiance all you want, but your wolf still slicks the furs the moment my shadows wrap around your thighs. Let me feel how desperate you are to be ruined by my fangs again." Will Lardon survive the lethal decay in his bloodline, or will the predatory obsession of two dominant Alphas tear his world to shreds?

“What made you think you had the right,” he asked softly, dangerously, “to question me, little omega?” Her pulse thundered in her skin, loud enough she was sure he could hear it. Hunter inhaled. His eyes darkened. A slow smirk spread across his face. “Such a dirty little vixen,” he murmured slowly. “I can smell your arousal.” Her head shook frantically, panic flooding her features. “No— I—” “I’m here asking a question,” he continued, his voice low and intimate, “and you’re getting aroused?” ****. Athena had always been the outcast of her pack, the omega with a weak wolf and no value. Her pack used her, beat her and worked her like a slave. And when her fated mate, the Alpha’s younger brother rejected her, whatever remained of her spirit shattered. She became invisible. But her life took an even darker turn the day she was kidnapped and auctioned off to a beta of black moon territory as an offer to the most feared being in all the packs—THE CURSED LYCAN KING. A dragon and lycan hybrid. Hunter, the Cursed King, needed a breeder. Every woman in the realm feared even hearing his name, terrified of the curse that lived within him. So when an omega, a weak wolf was offered to him, he cursed the moment his beta was ever born. She was too fragile and too breakable that carrying his child could very well kill her. What he didn’t know was that Athena was the last Silver Wolf alive. And the moment his teeth grazed her skin, her power exploded to life. Now, enemies and Alphas are plotting. And Hunter, the monster everyone fears finds himself willing to burn kingdoms to nothing in order to protect the one woman he never expected to want…

Eventually, Asher stopped singing when he saw the woman standing in front of him, and the band stopped playing as well. He thought it was just one of his admirers or fans. He glanced at the crushed woman who was unable to stand. He wore a casual black shirt and pants, his hair was long, his skin was white, and surprisingly one basic. He even leaned in closer to her before speaking. "Hello ! I know you, those face-cheating ladies! Haya said aloud. "What?" Asher asked in shock. "You attractive men always harbor false desires for women, later on time they have passionate feelings for you, you will go! You are so awesome! You dare!" Haya shouted angrily. "Come on Haya" Tora shouted, as he tried to grab Haya by the arm, but Haya went wild.

For centuries, hundreds of wars raged between wolves and Lycans. Wolves fought, and became the dominant species. As a result, the Lycans had to retaliate to survive and needed mates to save their kind. THEY NEED SHE-WOLVES TO BECOME THEIR BREEDER. And here my kind comes who were destined to live in this discipline until they died in return for food and protection. The worst thing was my people were never treated as pack members nor counted as rogues. WE WERE CALLED AS PARAMOURS- THE PLEASURE PROVIDER. But everything was an illusion for me because I didn't know I was a wolf or more until I MET HIM. Mystery beneath his skin, and the havoc he carried in his eyes, reading me like he came from the darkness to get me only. I am Savannah, and I never knew I was his MOON- CALLED- POSSESSION.

One night. One witness. One life-changing mistake. I was never supposed to be in that alley. I was never supposed to see Ruan "Reaper" Montague, the cold-blooded president of the Iron Skulls MC, execute a traitor. Now, the man with the silver eyes and tattooed skin has a Choice: kill me to protect his club, or keep me to satisfy his darkest desires. I thought I’d be his prisoner, but Reaper has other plans. In his world, there are no laws, only his word. He hasn't just taken my freedom; he has claimed my soul. I’m the girl who saw too much, and he’s the monster who won't let me go. I am no longer a witness... I am his property.

The day I give birth, I have to endure the pain of the scalpel cutting through my skin because I'm allergic to anesthesia. Marcus Lambert weeps by my side and says, "I don't care whether we have a girl or boy, sweetheart. We're not having any more children. You're all I want…" But later, he has an affair, even allowing his mistress to have his son. He indulges in her and allows her to torment my daughter, which I went through hell to bring into this world. Meanwhile, I keep Marcus' cancer a secret from everyone. Since he and his mistress are tormenting my child, I'll take his life. It's a fair trade, isn't it?

BLURB: I couldn’t move. My feet were rooted to the spot, my breath trapped in my chest. The soft creak of the wooden table, the rhythmic thud of bodies colliding, and skin clapping against each other, the low, guttural growl that escaped Professor Kai’s lips— as he thrust hard in the man's butt hole, it all carved itself into my mind, raw and unrelenting. I was glued on the spot, I felt my chest tightened. I was pained. I was jealous. Since the first day Professor Kai came to the school I had fallen for him, I had wanted to have him for myself, and now I'm seeing him with someone else. It breaks me! Journey with a student who fell in love with it's Professor. But what if the professor has a dark past life?

After betrayal shatters her world, 17-year-old Julianne Ashwynd wants nothing more than to disappear. But when a glowing mark appears on her skin and powers she can’t control begin to stir, disappearing is no longer an option. Drawn to Blackthorn Academy—a school that shouldn’t exist—Julianne finds herself surrounded by Vampires, Werewolves, Incubi, Dragon-born… and somehow, Julianne fits right in. With her past cloaked in mystery and her magic dangerously unstable, Julianne must unravel the truth of who, and what, she is. But the four supernatural boys who orbit her each carry secrets of their own. One will betray her. One will protect her. One will awaken her magic. And one may claim her heart. But trusting the wrong monster boy could mean the end of everything.

“Run, little flame,” he growled, voice thick with hunger. His voice dropped lower, “But if I find you…” “I'll fuck you till your legs give out. Until you forget who you are. Until all that's left is my scent on your skin and my name on your tongue.” And she ran. ** She was the one wolf he should've killed on sight. Instead, he craved her. Cursed to die if he chooses wrong, Alpha Kael is drawn to Nyra–a hunted temptress born of forbidden blood. But the closer he gets, the harder it is to tell... Is she his fated mate? Or the end written in his prophecy? Yet the moment he smells her, he knows. She's his salvation. His ruin. But when it all burns hot...who the hell wants to survive?