Minamoto Talent Tree Novels & Stories

“In the rink, they fight for the game. Behind closed doors, they fight for her heart.” Mariah Garrett never belonged in society, most especially in her high school, Iris High. Avoiding everyone was the only talent she had excelled in, but when that excellence led to a devastating collision with the school's best hockey player, Reynold Davidson, and her nightmare, Ralph Levinson, a former hockey star, Mariah realized that her world was cracking down. And just when she thought it would all be over, she was met with a devastating reality. Her bully and the player she loved were her stepbrothers. Mariah must learn not just to survive in a society where all kinds of attention would be placed on her, but also how to control her feelings. But when the hockey players refuse to let go of what happened between them the night before the revelation, Mariah is stuck in an illicit affair with not just one brother but two!

When the news of my death on the battlefield, pinned to the pack's watchtower by silver arrows, reached my pack, my Alpha mate, Killian, simply laughed. He thought I was just jealous he was going to claim the Rogue, that I was faking my own death just to get his attention. "I was just trying to bring Valerie into the pack, and this is how she threatens me? With her own death?" "I left her with my most elite warriors. How could she possibly be dead!" "Tell her to get back here. I will claim Valerie, but after that, the title of Luna is still hers." Seven days later, he appeared before my family's home, carrying the ceremonial Luna circlet. He saw me in my white ceremonial dress, resting quietly beneath the white birch tree in the garden, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "I knew it. You were just giving me the silent treatment again." But in the next second, a pack elder's voice thundered: "Prepare the funeral pyre. Let us pay our final respects to our fallen warrior, Sloane!"

Lisha is a young woman trapped in a marriage arranged by her father, Mr Wellis, who views her union as a business transaction rather than an act of love. Despite pleading not to marry, her wishes are ignored. On her wedding day, Lisha runs away in search of freedom and falls in love with Dave, a bakery owner and the son of her family’s maid. Although they come from different social backgrounds, their love grows strong, and Lisha sacrifices her wealth to marry him. However, on the night of the wedding, Lisha makes a blood oath under a sacred tree believed to grant desires of the flesh. Instead of bringing happiness, the oath becomes her downfall, trapping her in spiritual bondage. As her marriage begins to suffocate her, Lisha once again longs for freedom. She seeks help from a spiritual healer, who warns her that the oath cannot be undone. Desperate to escape the marriage and the curse, Lisha considers killing Dave as the only way to break free. Dave eventually finds out about Lisha’s plan. This leads him to strike before Lisha stokes him. Both husband and wife plot death against each other however will this bring doom to their marriage or will they choose to rekindle their love?

After the company's entire plane crashed and everyone on board died, we all found ourselves transported into a novel, tasked with winning the favor of a queen. The system's icy voice issued its prompt: [The queen's male consort possesses a voice as melodious as a lark's.] Our handsome secretary smiled with quiet confidence. That very day, he stationed himself along the queen's usual route and began to sing a modern pop song. The queen was thoroughly pleased. She summoned him onto her carriage. Our colleagues looked on with unconcealed envy. "Looks like the bonus is his." "How lucky. The queen is wealthy and beautiful. Not only does he get to spend the night with her, he'll make a fortune too." But the next day, we saw the secretary hanging from a tree in the royal garden. His body was completely naked, riddled with arrows, his eyes still wide open in death. The voice he had once cherished was now a vessel crammed with thick, crude bamboo spikes. At the same time, the system's cold notification sounded once more. [All challengers' lives have entered the countdown. Please complete your conquest as soon as possible.]

Alya is a successful model who has a long-lost lover whom she cherishes from all her heart. She works hard and studies fervently, thinking of her lover who will come back one day and ask her in marriage. As a woman of talent and grace, she manages to succeed and get fame through the modeling entertainment world. But when that love comes back and becomes CEO, he says having long lost ever since any sort of emotion for her and asks not to see her once again in his life. Heartbroken, she faints and dies wishing she never met him. But well seen and lucky as she was, she reincarnated into a newbie model from the company of her lover. Will she succeed in getting her revenge and take back all those awaiting and wasted years? The image is not mine. Here is the link: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/418131146638384944/.

“You are not allowed to fall in love with me..ever!”, the man’s tone became even colder, almost harsh. Lola laughed. He froze. He was even more surprised at her reaction when she stopped laughing. Smirking at him, she said. “I won’t, even If you beg for it. Even if.. you burn for me!.” Seven years back, Noah Sanchez ran away from the girl he loved, heartbroken. Seven years later, he is forced to sign a contract with her. She,Lola Coker... the girl with the hidden talent disguised as an ,seeking help for her mother and He,the CEO of Infinity group, needing a pretty distraction from his grandfather’s numerous date schemes. But would the red haired beauty with the hazel eyes be able to hold him back forever when the same voice from the past says “Run!.” Fantaa ~ EllieGodwin Only on GoodNovel.

I gave Killian the mate I thought to be everything. My talent, my time, my loyalty and my pack. I worked myself to nothing in that lab, handed him a powerful pack on a silver platter and loved him with everything I had. He repaid me by rejecting me on my deathbed, killed my uncle, stole the resources from my pack and connived with my best friend in poisoning my food. I died alone, betrayed by everyone I ever trusted. But the Moon Goddess was not done with me. I woke up two years earlier, healthy, clear headed and carrying every memory of what they did. Killian still needs my help in the lab. Tiffany, my best friend, still thinks I am her fool. And the pack that was stolen from me is still waiting for its rightful heir to come home. They had their turn. Now it is mine.

Lorain is known as the wife of Winson Durumio, a famous dancer in their community. Because of her beauty and exceptional talent, Winson fell in love with her, and they were blessed with a daughter. However, because she married young, she also had to give up dancing early. One day, Lorain was shocked to discover that she was actually just a mistress, according to rumors in their neighborhood. How will she face the shame brought by this painful truth—that all along, she believed she was Winson Durumio’s legal and rightful wife? In an instant, everything was taken from her. And what hurt even more was learning that the woman recognized as Winson’s real wife was Rica Gonzaga—her best friend. The bitter truth: Winson had been seeing both women at the same time. But in the end, Winson realized that Lorain was the one he truly loved. Will the woman he once hurt still be willing to take him back?

The adopted younger sister claimed to be suffering from depression. To make her feel better, my parents hung me on the cliff, as if I were a kite. Servant reminded my parents that the little tree to which I was hung was fragile, leaving me in danger. My mom, Luna of the pack, replied scoffingly: "She makes Laurel sleep panic. She deserves to be treated like this. If she dies, it's her fate." My older brother, Zayn, joked by her side, saying: "It's a good chance to record how long werewolves live when they do not conduct feeding activities. We can contribute a lot to the Werewolf Council with this precious data." Even my mate, Greyson, showed an attitude of stoniness, uttering: "She is a vicious she-wolf. If she were not educated well enough before her transformation ritual, she would cause greater trouble to others." They left me alone on the cliff after saying these words. Three days later, it finally crossed their minds that I was still hanging. When they finally arrived at the cliff, they found nothing but emptiness—because I had already died long before. And when they realized the truth, they howled in agony, begging for me to come back to life. But I was long gone.

My sister's husband took her kidney and put her on regular blood extraction for three years. By the time she finally escaped from that hellhole, she was already at death's door. As she lay in the clinic's sick bay, she held my hand in a feeble grip. "Don't go after them. The Lawsons aren't an entity you can take on." My sister died in my arms three days later. I buried her underneath her favorite tree in the hill behind our town. Seven days went by when a black Maybach darkened the entrance of our town, and out came Charles Lawson, my sister's husband. There was a frail-looking woman standing behind him. She looked as though a soft gust of wind could probably blow her away. That man was standing outside my house, looking at me like I was a peasant. "Where's your sister, Helen? Summon her. Rachel needs her bone marrow." I wiped the soil off my hand and smiled meanly at him. "You want my sister? Sure, but you'll have to dig her out."