Our Last Day

After sneaking into a ceremony with a stolen invitation, Mordeu begins training to become an elite warrior in the Luna Cavalry—a group created to keep peace among the Supernatural. But just when he thinks he has a clear path, everything changes, turning his world upside down. In the middle of it all, Mordeu meets Cillian, the mysterious son of Alvitir. Their bond grows quickly, pulling Mordeu in deeper than he expected. As he searches for answers about the strange color of his fur, he finds loyal friends—but also a rising battle within his own mind. Can Mordeu stay strong through the chaos? Or will Tristan, the ghost of his past, be the one to break him?

“I’ll come back, Akiro,” Heli’s cold voice was calm, making him sound even more dangerous. The Crystal of Fate had appeared again after years of waiting. With it came the last chosen mate of the Regia Solaria royal family. The youngest prince—Helios—was the only one unhappy about the Crystal’s return because he hated having his fate dictated by anything or anyone. Determined to resist, he left, refusing to succumb to the Crystal’s power. But when things began to spiral out of control, Helios realised the Crystal was to blame. By the time he saw who his mate was, it was too late—he had already been tricked. And just like everyone else, he was instantly captivated by his mate's beauty. Akiro Valerian Freniere was a simple human being—perhaps too good-looking for his own good, too kind, and far too hormonal. He attracted attention and admirers everywhere he went but had never been in a relationship in his nineteen years of life. He knew where his interests lay, but society wasn’t always kind to people like him. So what would he do when, one day, a persistent and strangely intense man approached him, claiming they were mates? A man with near otherworldly visuals—platinum blonde hair and red eyes that burned with intensity whenever they looked at Akiro. Oh, and one more thing: the man was also a vampire.

It's Family Day at my daughter, Hannah Neel's, preschool, but my wife, Samantha Miller, says she has to work and tells both Hannah and me not to go. Seeing the disappointment on Hannah's face breaks my heart, so I bring her to school anyway. As soon as we step through the gates, I see Samantha. She's holding her childhood friend—Oscar Barnett's—hand, with a little boy clutching her other. The three of them look like a perfect family, laughing and chatting, as if they belong together. When Samantha sees us, her smile fades, and she lets go of Oscar's hand. "Zach, it's not what you think. Oscar's raising his son alone. Today's his fifth birthday, and he just wanted to give him a little taste of a mother's love," she says quickly. I study her for a moment, then kneel and gently take Hannah's hand in mine. "Sweetheart, say hello to the lady."

My boyfriend, Sam Gibson, had a childhood best friend named Tina Lincoln. She was a star medical student. On the day Sam and I were supposed to get our marriage license, Tina took one look at the tight top I was wearing and flat-out claimed I had been sleeping around for years. She pointed at my chest with obvious disgust. “If men hadn’t been all over you, there’s no way your breasts would be this big.” Sam believed her completely. He started cursing at me, calling me a slut who had sleep with anyone, and refused to go through with the marriage license. I tried over and over to explain, but Tina just sneered at me. “People may be more open-minded these days, but that doesn’t mean you can sell your body and make your chest that big.” She used me as some kind of “example,” started a livestream to lecture people online, and exposed all my personal information. After that, strangers kept sending me disgusting, harassing messages, asking how much I charged for a night. Some even followed me and tried to force themselves on me. I begged her to clear things up for me, but she just shrugged and said, “If you never did that kind of thing, why would people be asking you?” In the end, I was assaulted and killed. And she went on to become a nationally famous influencer doctor, gaining fame and money at the same time. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was supposed to get my marriage license with Sam.

"I will never love a person like you." she spat in the face of the person who caged her between his arms and wall. The almighty Parker Bickett, the heir of the biggest group in the state, for whom people are dying to get one glance and hands to shake for the welfare of their life and job, was entirely shunned by the words of this lady between his arms. He wanted her, from the very start, but his coward self from 10 years ago never let him have her till this date. Jane Martin, the girl he fell in love with during their youth, but never accepted till she fell apart from him. He did everything in his hands, from begging to get humiliation, rejection to ignore, but when would she see his sincerity and set him free from this dark well of guilt and pain that he lived alone all these years.

The operation had just gone dark when the chatter started in the comms. “Easy, Zane. Don’t burn through another mattress.” A low laugh came through the headset. Relaxed. Careless. “I’ve been deployed for six months. I needed the release. And don’t let my wife hear that.” More laughter. “Right. Take care of the little mistress first, then call home and play devoted husband?” My phone rang. His voice when I answered was warm. Intimate. Soft in a way it never was on the field. He said he missed me. Said he counted the days until he could come home. I watched the live drone feed while he said it. What he didn’t know was that three months ago, I had quietly transferred into the family’s Strategic Intelligence division. Every operation his crew ran, I was the one behind the monitors—tracking shipments, rerouting safehouses, intercepting rival signals, listening to every word spoken over secured lines. The first night he slept with her, I logged the timestamp. 00:43 hours. When the call ended, I dialed another number—encrypted, family internal. “I’ll accept your offer,” I said calmly. “After this job, I’m stepping away.” The voice on the other end was steady. Controlled. Powerful. “You’ll leave after the Palermo Capture,” he replied. “I’ll personally see to your relocation.” A pause. “Three days.”

“Why is Elara always better than me?” The night before her wedding, Hannah Graham vanished, leaving behind a bitter note blaming her sister, Elara, for her death. Damon Blackwood, the cold and powerful CEO of Blackwood Corp, lost the woman he loved—and in his rage, he married Elara instead. Not out of love. Out of hate. For five years, Elara lived in misery. Damon ignored her, let his family humiliate her, and made sure she never forgot she was unwanted. She stayed only for their daughter. Then Hannah came back. Alive. Smiling. And with a son she claimed was Damon’s. Overjoyed, Damon turned his back on Elara completely. He gave all his care to Hannah and the boy, while Elara and her daughter were left to suffer. Even when Elara begged him to believe their child was sick, Damon’s words cut her to pieces: “You’re disgusting, Elara. Using our daughter just to get my attention.” Broken, Elara signed the divorce papers. On their fifth wedding anniversary, she said her final goodbye. But tragedy struck when her car went off a cliff, mother and daughter…gone. Too late, Damon realized the truth: He had fallen for the woman he swore to hate… and destroyed her with his own hands.

On our third wedding anniversary, I waited for Xander Christian for five hours at his favorite restaurant. Once again, he has disappeared. In the end, I found out where he went on the social media of his childhood sweetheart, Josie Law. He took her to Antartrica. [I just said I was in a bad mood, so he ditched the whole world just to cheer me up. Turns out, he cheers me up much more than the penguins.] In the photos, it was all icy and frosty, but he held her gently in his arms. I had never seen such blazing warmth in his eyes. Not once was it ever directed at me. At that moment, I was just tired. I was too tired to question. I was too tired to fight. I was too tired to cry. I simply liked the post and sent him a short message, [Let's get a divorce.] A long time later, he finally replied with a voice message, his tone was full of careless amusement, "Sure. I'll sign the papers when I'm back. We'll see who ends up begging me not to leave." Those who were loved and favored were often fearless. He didn't believe my words at all. Yet, Xander— No one was truly indispensable. People would only stay because they were in love. From this moment on, I no longer loved you.

Alphas from different packs flocked towards Onel, a man who was said to be more beautiful than any woman. He was the last surviving omega who could give birth to a strong alpha son which made him the perfect mate. Out of those who desired him, Onel chose Alpha Blue, his mate, and the alpha of their pack whom he had always loved since he was a child and who loved him in return. But after giving birth to Blue's child, he found out his betrayal and his dirty secrets which led him to escape from his claws along with their child. But Alpha Blue caught him and killed him. Desperate to seek revenge, during his final moment, he begged the moon goddess for another chance. When he opened his eyes again, he was back to the past. And this time, he would make sure that justice would be served on a sizzling platter. No one will be spared from his wrath. Anyone who will try to block his path will pay a heavy price… even if it’s Giovanni Del Fierro, his second chance mate and the Alpha King himself.

"Kill me.." Alpha Kane said in a shaking voice, staring at his son who held him with his hands. His voice was croaking and he had just a few seconds to his Death. "Dad, I can't. I can't kill you!" Murphy said, whimpering in tears. "Do it now! It's now or never! If you kill me... You'll become the next Alpha" Kane said but Murphy wasn't buying what he was saying. His concern was how he could save his father but he knows he won't be able to do that. "What's the point of being an Alpha when there is no Werewolf left?" Murphy uttered. "Son... Please do it! You'll understand this when you grow up. Kill me now! Please" Kane said, already coughing and his pulse getting weak. Murphy stretched his hands forward and his fingers became longer. He had changed to Werewolf. "Save travels, Father" He said and struck his father on his neck. ******** 15 years ago, the capital of Switzerland suffered from Werewolf attacks. No one was safe in the city and they weren't allowed to travel out of their country. The country was filled with over a hundred Packs of Werewolves. 70 percent of those Werewolf Packs were evil while thirty percent were good. Because of the way the bad ones kill, they thought that all Werewolves were evil and should be eliminated. They were able to destroy almost all the Packs in Switzerland through the help of WEREWOLF HUNTERS and there was just one Pack remaining. And that Pack happens to be Blue Moon Pack - ruled by Alpha Kane. They killed everyone in the pack but only one escaped. His name was Murphy. Do you think Murphy will avenge his Family's death? Will Werewolf Hunters be able to eliminate the last Werewolf on Earth?