Oxgn Nocturne Novels & Stories

In the shadowed kingdom of Nocturne, where ancient Lycans rule with iron claws and unbreakable wills, Omega Elara Thorne is offered as tribute from her indebted pack—a fragile sacrifice to secure their fragile peace. At the grand mating ceremony under a blood-red moon, fate cruelly binds her to the most feared ruler alive: Kael Draven, the Ruthless Lycan King. Towering and scarred, with storm-gray eyes that promise death to his enemies, Kael rejects her on the spot. "I will not be weakened by a low-born Omega," he snarls publicly, severing their sacred bond and shattering her soul. Cast out, disowned, and broken, Elara flees into the wilderness, only to be rescued by Ronan Hale, a kind-hearted Alpha who offers her sanctuary—and perhaps a love untainted by cruelty. But as Elara's hidden Silver Blood awakens, unleashing powers that could heal or destroy the Lycan throne, Kael begins to unravel. The severed bond haunts him with unrelenting rage and forbidden visions of the woman he cast aside. Possessive instincts he long buried surge to life, whispering that she was never a weakness... but his only salvation. When rebellion threatens Nocturne and an ancient prophecy names Elara as the key to the kingdom's fate, Kael must confront the monster he became. Will he claim the Omega he rejected before another takes her forever? Or will his ruthless pride cost him the one mate destined to tame his beast? A steamy rejected mate romance filled with betrayal, awakening power, and a king's desperate grovel. Weak to strong heroine. Possessive anti-hero. Second chance at fated love.

El elixir de sangre que preparé ganó el primer lugar en la Ceremonia de la Corte Nocturne, pero mi hermana adoptiva me lo robó y se llevó todo el mérito. Ella creyó haber tocado el cielo con las manos. No tenía ni idea de que el premio era, en realidad, un contrato nupcial con el príncipe vampiro Kaelan Nocturne. Un hombre con fama de ser un monstruo. Cuando llegó la propuesta de matrimonio, mi prometido, un archimago, decidió «protegerla». No perdió tiempo: la vinculó con una marca de sangre y se la llevó a la cama. Horas después, mi hermana regresó presumiendo la herida fresca en su cuello como un trofeo de guerra. —Ay, hermanita, tu hombre me reclamó. En tres días vas a cumplir veinticinco años. Si nadie te reclama, el Registro Nupcial te va a echar a los brazos de cualquier mercenario frustrado y violento. Pero se equivocó. Yo siempre tuve otra opción. Me acerqué a mis padres, que estaban desesperados por tramar un plan para arreglar su desastre, y anuncié con toda la calma de la noche: —Si ella no quiere casarse con Kaelan Nocturne, lo haré yo.

Zane Ryker is the monster people pay not to meet. Billionaire. Cold-blooded Alpha of Silverspire Pack. He rules Nocturne City from the shadows of his high-end nightclub, Lunaris, never expecting fate to come crashing through his doors, but when Jayden Hart—a sharp-tongued, homeless 22-year-old who thinks he's human—shows up looking for a job, everything changes. Hunted for reasons he doesn’t understand, Jayden has no idea he’s a Moonbound Omega tied to a prophecy that could end—or save—the supernatural world. But Zane won’t let him go. Not now. Not ever. As enemies close in, instincts ignite and secrets unravel, one thing becomes clear: Jayden might be the key to Zane’s salvation... or the trigger to his downfall.

Dalam dunia gelap bernama Varethar, malam bukan sekadar waktu, melainkan kekuasaan. Seraphine Elira Ravelle, seorang gadis yatim piatu dari desa terkutuk, tak pernah menyangka darahnya mengalirkan warisan kuno—keturunan terakhir dari garis kerajaan pengusir kegelapan. Ketika ia dijadikan tumbal dalam ritual pengabdian kepada Raja Malam, Kaelith Nocturne, justru hidupnya dimulai. Kaelith, makhluk abadi yang pernah mencintai seorang manusia—dan dikhianati, melihat Seraphine sebagai ancaman... dan kemungkinan penebusan. Tapi cinta dalam dunia yang memakan cahaya tidak tumbuh dari pelukan. Ia tumbuh dari luka. Dari darah. Dan dari pilihan antara mencintai... atau menghancurkan.

On the night of her birthday, Celeste Morrigan loses everything her parents dead in an accident, her sister in bed with her boyfriend, and her uncle stealing her inheritance. Branded cursed for her gift of visions, she flees to Nocturne, a shadowed bar where rogues and alphas mingle. One drunken night, the ruthless Alpha Kaelith Draven mistakes her for his long-dead mate and claims her, leaving Celeste broken, but not beaten. Weeks later, a secret blooms within her his child. Determined to protect her baby, Celeste builds a new life among rogues, her gift sharpening into power. But fate isn’t done with her. Kaelith’s pack demands a Luna, his wolf craves her, and enemies circle with blades and lies. Caught between betrayal and destiny, Celeste must decide: will she remain the cursed orphan everyone despises or rise as the Luna who brings empires to their knees?

To save her dying brother, Harper Quinn sold her virginity at a secret Halloween auction. The winner: a masked stranger with silver hair, crimson eyes, and real fangs who paid ten million dollars for one unforgettable night. She never expected to see him again. She definitely never expected to get pregnant. Three months later, Prince Valerian Nocturne (Crown Prince of the hidden vampire kingdom) kicks down her door. “You’re carrying my royal heir, little human. You belong to me now.” Kidnapped into a world of eternal night, Harper discovers she’s part of an ancient prophecy. Their child could walk in sunlight and save the vampire race… or destroy it. But when a golden-eyed ancient king emerges, claiming Harper’s soul was his five centuries ago, war erupts between two immortal princes who will burn everything to possess her and the baby. One night. One secret. One impossible love that defies death. Dark, steamy, possessive vampire romance with secret baby, royal drama, and “touch her and die” vibes.

“I am dying for a taste. Just one taste,” He whispered under his breath, like he was admitting to a shameful, forbidden desire, and without warning, he lunged for my wrist. ... Sarah is a high school student who has had a really hard life. Between being bullied at school and problems at home, she has had enough. She decides to commit suicide only to wake up in a different world and a different body. In this new world, vampires and humans coexist in a single society. Vampires protect the land and humans provide labour and blood. With Sarah's rotten luck, her second chance at living is as the hidden and disliked third daughter of the Hale family whose name is Lena. When Lena has to go in place of one of her sisters to the annual ball arranged by Alistair Valerius, the Vampire Lord of the Nocturne Territory, their paths cross. The Vampire Lord wants her blood and he is determined to have it. Lena has to move in with him and unexpectedly, sparks fly. A bond forms between them. Lena must learn to survive in this new and dangerous world as evil plots are made and rebellion rises against the Vampire Lord's reign.

O elixir infundido com sangue que eu criei ganhou a maior honraria no Baile de Gala Noturno, mas minha irmã adotiva o roubou e reivindicou o mérito. Ela achou que havia conquistado seu momento de glória, sem perceber que aquilo era um contrato de noivado vampírico com o Príncipe Kaelan — cujo rumores diziam que era impotente, bárbaro e monstruoso. Quando a proposta chegou, meu noivo arquimago, para "protegê-la", apressou-se em se ligar a ela com uma marca de sangue e a levou para sua cama. Ela voltou, a marca recente em seu pescoço como um troféu de triunfo. — Irmã, seu homem agora é meu. Você completa vinte e cinco anos em três dias. Se ninguém a reivindicar, o Registro de Emparelhamento vai jogá-la para algum mercenário renegado, velho e espancador de esposas... Ela estava errada. Eu sempre tive uma escolha. Caminhei até meus pais, que estavam se apressando para limpar a bagunça dela, e declarei calmamente. — Se ela se recusa a se casar com Kaelan Nocturne, então eu me casarei.

In my tenth year of being the Luna of the Nocturne pack, the first love of my mate, Alpha Stellan Caldwell, returns to the pack. With a bouquet of dead wolfsbane in her hands, Nigella Starveil barges into the anniversary of the mate-bonding ceremony between Stellan and me. "Stellan, I still remember you telling me that you're willing to endure all types of poison in the world just for my sake. Does that promise still count?" Before Nigella finishes her sentence, Stellan, my powerful yet distant Alpha, feels his expression change instantly. He doesn't even bother sparing me a glance. All he sees is the bouquet of dead flowers that are equally deadly to Nigella. Stellan rushes up to Nigella and swipes the bouquet out of her hands roughly, not caring about the fact that everyone is staring at him right now. Silence befalls the hall instantly. From my position behind Stellan, I know right away that I've been reduced to the biggest laughingstock in the Northern Territories. The fact that Stellan doesn't hesitate to protect Nigella becomes the biggest insult that humiliates me to no end. It turns out that ten years of companionship and shared struggles are nothing compared to the bouquet of dead wolfsbane in Nigella's hands. After that, Nigella shoots me a smug and contemptuous look while rubbing her reddened wrist. "Do you see now? This is proof that he loves me. You've already tried to do your part as the breeding machine, so you can now retire from your position." In the past, Stellan had barged into the forbidden lands in search of Nigella. He almost got shredded into a thousand pieces there. But now, he's still willing to humiliate me in public just for her sake.

Les Noces Rouges Anna s’éveille en sursaut, le souffle court. La lumière du réverbère filtre à travers les rideaux, baignant la chambre d’un éclat blafard. L’odeur du fer emplit l’air. Un frisson la traverse. Ce n’est pas une sueur nocturne ni un mauvais rêve. C’est bien réel. Sous les draps froissés, une chaleur moite l’englue. Elle se redresse lentement, sent un liquide visqueux coller à sa peau. Son cœur cogne contre ses côtes lorsqu’elle baisse les yeux. Un corps est là. Allongé à ses côtés. Le hurlement meurt dans sa gorge. Le drap, autrefois blanc, est maculé d’écarlate. Une large entaille court le long de la gorge de l’homme étendu à ses côtés. Ses yeux vitreux la fixent. Anna tremble. Elle cherche l’air, cherche à comprendre. Mais le vide. Son esprit refuse de reconstituer les dernières heures. Le bruit du verre brisé. Une voix chuchotée. Des doigts sur sa peau. Puis... rien. Ses mains, trempées de sang, se crispent sur le matelas. L’odeur du whisky flotte encore dans l’air. Son regard dérive vers la table de chevet. Un couteau de cuisine repose là, luisant sous la lueur pâle. C’est elle. Elle a fait ça. Mais pourquoi ? Elle chancelle en sortant du lit, glisse dans une flaque rouge, son reflet déformé dans le carrelage luisant. Un rire nerveux secoue sa poitrine. Un rire hystérique. Lui, c’était son amant. Son dernier amour. Un bruit la fait sursauter. Une vibration sourde. Son téléphone. Un message. "Tu as bien joué ta part, mon amour. Nous sommes liés par le sang à présent. Ne crains rien, je veille sur toi." Anna fronce les sourcils. Ses doigts tremblants tapotent l’écran. Qui ? Comment ?