Monster Wolves

Mystica is just a simple maiden with a simple life living in Peculium Ville. She's living a normal life not until she met people— or should I say vampires, wolves and witches who will turn her life into something she did not expect. Join Mystica on her journey as she unravel the mystery behind her.

Aksha never imagined that her life is full of mystery. When her eyes turned gold, that's when she realized that she is not an ordinary human being. It was terrifying to know that for her, she's a monster, than living alone in the street as an orphan.

Isabella is an example of the word special. In a whole generation of wolves behind her, no one has ever seen, heard or recorded of a wolf becoming the mate of a god. No in the wolf kingdom, no kingdom at all. The thing is that gods don't have mates but Isabella is made for him. He is bonded to her and she to him. This is the story of a princess and a god.

Maya a human who was bitten by a werewolf, found herself torn between Ian and Mike. Her one chance at having a normal life goes to the wind, when she began having signs of being a werewolf. With the people of Spadeville incensed about the wolves attacking them, being a werewolf wasn't something they wished for at that moment.

I vividly remember sometimes, remember that I run from someone " I did that in order to survive, They always treated me like a monster" I remember his words that he shouted clearly in my mind, but who said that ? And why? Why he was running after me?

They said a wolfless omega like me should be grateful for any mate. They didn't mention he'd reject me in front of three hundred wolves on my twenty-second birthday. For fourteen years, I survived as Silverpine Pack's punching bag, always starved, beaten, and told I was worthless. Tonight was supposed to change everything. My fated mate, Beta Marcus Kane, was supposed to claim me. Instead, he chose my cruel stepsister and condemned me to the silver chamber. So I ran. Straight into rogue territory. Straight into them. Kael, Damon, and Reece Blackthorn: three exiled alpha bikers with reputations as dark as their wolves. Dangerous and deadly. And somehow... all three are my fated mates. They say shared mates only occur in the most powerful bloodlines. They say it's a gift from the moon goddess herself. But I'm nobody. I'm broken. I don't even have a wolf. Except I do. And she's not just any wolf. She's a White Wolf, a bloodline extinct for two centuries. The kind of power that alphas kill for. The kind of power my stepfather has been suppressing with poison and dark magic since I was eight years old. Now my wolf is awakening, the Blackthorn brothers are falling for me despite their blood curse counting down to destruction, and the corrupt Wolf Council wants me dead or controlled before I become unstoppable. The stepfather who tortured me is coming to finish what he started. My ex-mate is dying from our severed bond and is desperate to reclaim me. And three devastatingly possessive alphas have made it clear: anyone who wants me goes through them first. I'm done being the victim. Done being weak. Done apologizing for existing. They wanted a monster? The White Wolf has awakened. She's coming for everyone who tried to break her.

Elara, a human, had been invisible most of her life—ignored by her father, who lived only to serve the pack; abandoned by her mother, who left; and dismissed by wolves who couldn’t care less. But the night she witnessed the future Alpha murder his best friend—the heir of a rival pack—Elara wished for nothing more than to vanish again. Instead, every eye turned to her—as Kaelen Duskbane’s supposed new lover, the heir to the Duskbane pack. Dragged into a dangerous game where deception is a weapon and loyalty can kill, she had become a target in plain sight. Behind Kaelen’s shadow lurked something darker than anyone dared to whisper, and Elara was standing far too close. Caught between ruthless heirs, bitter rivalries, and secrets carved in blood, Elara must decide: keep her head down and survive… or risk everything by stepping into Kaelen’s world. Because in the opulent halls of the Duskbane estate, humans don’t feast with wolves— they are devoured by them.

Jade was the only Lycan of a nomadic herd of southern Europe in 1800, she was rejected for being a Lycan, her grandfather was the alpha of the family and decided to sell her to be rich and get rid of the problem that generated him to have her around. Jade managed to escape from the ship that was taking her to an unknown place. In her escape she arrives to the city of the moles. There she meets Jhon, a doctor who recently lost his wife. He helps her heal the wounds she got running through the forest. However, he falls in love with her and almost a year later they get married. However, a blood moon covers the night sky of Europe for several months. Attacks on humans occur and they begin to blame the wolves for this. However the ones responsible for this are the Lycans who get out of control of the blood moon. However, a meeting is ordered with all the wolves of the continent to try to stop the wave of attacks, however, Jade will have to reunite with the family that hurt her so much and relive her traumas for this situation, will she forgive them?

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.

“I’m going to split you open on my cock right here on this table,” he snarled, fangs grazing the frantic pulse in my throat, “and knot you so deep my daughter and every wolf in this pack will smell me dripping out of your ruined little cunt for weeks. Tell me you want that, babygirl. Beg Daddy for it.” I was shaking, slick running down my thighs, clit throbbing so hard I couldn’t breathe. “Yes… please…” His massive hand clamped around my throat, squeezing until stars burst behind my eyes. “Yes what, little human?” “Yes, Daddy,” I choked out, voice breaking. “Ruin me. Breed me. Right fucking now.” --- I never should’ve stepped foot in Ireland for my best friend’s Christmas wedding. Not when I’ve spent months on my knees in the dark, fingers buried in my pussy, moaning her father’s name like a prayer. Alpha Cassian Blackthorne. Ruthless. Feral. Old enough to be my father...twice over. The monster who makes empires kneel and wolves beg, the wolf who could snap my neck with a flick of his wrist… and the only man I want choking me with his belt while he forces every thick inch down my throat. He’s forbidden. He’s depraved. He’s looking at me now under the blood-red Christmas lights like he’s already tasted my surrender. And he has one holiday wish... To hunt me. Break me. Fuck me raw and bloody until I’m addicted to his knot. Until I’m carrying his pup and wearing his bite like a collar. This Christmas, the Alpha isn’t asking permission. He’s taking his naughty little human pet… And I’m already dripping for the day he finally snaps.