Molly Moon Horror

In a city where secrets breathe beneath cobblestone streets, 17-year-old Elara Moon finds a sealed letter with her name written in blood. The next morning, her parents vanish without a trace. Hunted by a faceless cult, stalked by shadows that whisper her name, Elara is thrust into a hidden world of ancient pacts and forbidden magic. Every answer she uncovers leads to more danger—and the terrifying truth that she is the final key to awakening a god long buried beneath the earth. But to survive, Elara must choose: unlock the power written in her blood... or burn with the rest of the world.

There is a prophecy. From a psychic from the Northern Hemisphere. That there will be born a special messenger from the Moon Goddess to the wolves to face all misfortunes. A daughter who can prevent defeat, someone who can heal, a woman who will bring great offspring to their tribe. The special child of the Moon Goddess. But the psychic forgot one important thing. As the prophecy spreads, countless groups of wolves are hunting for the special child just to satisfy their greed and personal desires. They did anything to get that special Child. Including getting rid of everyone who gets in the way, without a second thought, like a cold-blooded killer. The woman who heals, who prevents defeat, who gives birth to great offspring. Anyone will compete to get it.

William Styles, a typical cute teenager was living a normal and carefree life just like any other until an incident took place that stunned his whole being. Through this unexpected change in his life, he found a new home, friends, and a bud of love in the pack of yellow-eyed werewolves. Fangs to fangs and claws to claws is how they fight against their enemies, the red-eyed werewolves. One night, a frightening phenomenon transpired. Fresh blood surge the mounts and corpses were scattered throughout the wilderness. Will they be able to avenge and protect their loved ones under the blood moon?

Elena, a human girl orphan with no wolf, traded away by the pack that raised her was offered as nothing more than a womb-for-hire to the most feared rulers in the world. The Crescent Blood Quadruplet Alphas. Damien. Aiden. Kael. Lucian. Four kings. Four brothers. Four predators who see her as a vessel, and not a mate. The contract was sealed in blood, and now their heirs grow inside her. She was trapped in their cold palace, surrounded by whispers that she will never survive childbirth. But when tragedy strikes, her dormant wolf awakens, not just any wolf, but the Oracle Wolf, a rare breed whispered about in myths. “You are not weak, Elena,” the voice of her wolf whispers inside her mind. “But they all want me dead,” she breathes. “Then let them come,” her wolf growls. “For we are the storm they never saw coming.” This marking the beginning of a destiny Elena never asked for. Her visions of looming war, coupled with a dangerous hybrid heritage linking her to vampires, places her in the deadly crosshairs of witches, rogues, rival packs, and even the very pack that sold her. But the deadliest threat comes wearing her own blood, Seraphina, her vampire cousin, who will stop at nothing to claim Elena’s throne and tear her away from the alphas. Now, hunted from every side, mistrusted by her mates, and torn between the pull of her wolf and the call of her vampire blood, Elena must decide whether to fight for her place beside the alphas who despise her, or claim her own throne in a world determined to break her.

Book 1 in "Blessed by the Blood Moon" series. Young and beautiful Laura just woke up in the forest, covered in blood, trying to remember what happened. After that night, Laura´s true heritage is revealed to her, but she has no idea what it means to be an Alpha. Dark powers are brewing in secret and while an old enemy is trying to conquer the world, Laura has to face betrayals by those who are close to her. It seems as she can trust no one. But most likely, she has to fight the desire she feels for the men around her, drawing her in and make a choice for her future. In the end all will be good. Or won´t it?

After my father's Beta killed him, I ran away and lived my life as a human. It wasn't much, but my life was my own and I liked it that way. Until one night, when I decide to take a shortcut through wolf territory and I'm captured. Expecting to go to the dungeon, the Alpha presents me as a potential mate to the mysterious and reportedly cruel Lycan King, Bowden. He takes me from my home and brings me to his kingdom where I'm expected to live as his mate. A mate he doesn't even want. I didn't sign up for this life. I don't want any of it. Least of all to be some king's dutiful and submissive mate. I'm just waiting, biding my time, until I can run away and join the human world again. ** "You know what…I'm done. I'm leaving Bowden's eyebrows pull up in amusement. "Are you now?” "Yes. Try to stop me.” He stands aside. "I won't stop you. Go. Goddess knows, I could use a little peace and quiet." I start to leave, but before I even reach the door he calls out. "Oswald!” The guard opens the door without any delay. "See the queen to her room and lock her in for the night," Bowden orders. "I thought you said you wouldn't stop me." I spin around and glare at Bowden, furious with him for changing his mind. "I won't…but Oswald made no such promises." The king nods at the guard who simply steps outside and closes the door behind him again. "Don't play games with me, little wild child. I am far more experienced than you'll ever be, and this is a game you'll never win. You are mine, and you are going nowhere.”

"Jamil! Sophia!” “I swear to my moon goddess! My soul will stay restless until I take my revenge on both of you! For killing me and my beloved once!" "It's Luna's swear to you!" Declaring, she collapsed on the floor with a blurred vision before finally shutting her eyes to accept her tragic death in sleep. Her blood turned colder, and her body stopped moving. The burning pain slowly faded, and her heart took the last beat of this life. Layla Gomez, after being betrayed and killed mercilessly by her true mate, Jamil. She could feel hate and regret for choosing him. In her last breath, she prayed to the Moon Goddess if she would get another life; she swore to get her revenge and change her faith. What would happen when Moon Goddess heard her pray and Layla found herself not dying but travelling back in the past, just a week before her 18th birthday? Will she be able to change her faith this time? Or does the Past repeat itself?

This is what we do. We fight, we fuck, and we pretend it's fixed. He rips his shirt over his head, the sound of tearing fabric loud in the silence. And I freeze. My hands, which were reaching for him, stop. There. Coiling over his ribs, wrapping around his side, crawling up toward his heart, is an identical replica of Madilyn’s tattoo. "Charlie," he breathes, but it doesn't sound like his voice. His hands are rough, grabbing my hips. One hand slides, pressing hard against my stomach. No. The baby. My baby.

She was the only thing he desired, his redemption and key to the throne. Buying a weak member of a pack was the least of his plan but to save his legacy, he was going to cage her forever but what happens when she's not weak?

She was born an omega, and they said that meant she was weak. In the cold heart of the Blackridge Pack, Elira lived like a shadow—beaten, silenced, and used by the very people who should have protected her. Even Kael, the Alpha heir she believed to be her fated mate, only ever whispered lies and left her to bleed when she became inconvenient. But death didn’t claim her. A Lycan King did. Lucien is feared across the realm—cold, ruthless, and untouchable. Yet when he finds Elira broken and left for dead, he doesn’t turn away. He saves her. And in his quiet strength, she sees something she never had: respect. Safety. A future. He offers her more than a throne. He offers her the chance to become something more than a discarded omega. But to wear a crown, Elira must rise. She must face the pack that shattered her, confront the mate who betrayed her, and stand as the fierce queen she was never meant to be. Because the moon doesn’t choose the strongest. It chooses the one who survives—and rises.