Phantom Menace Crawl Novels & Stories

He rejected me. The moon bound my soul to his, but James Cantu, Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack, looked straight in the eyes and said to me “I am not worthy”. I am weak. Too pitiful. Too broken. And when he turned his back on me, I carried a secret he never knew, his child. Later on, time passed, but fate is wicked. He returned. He wants me back, not as the pitied and miserable girl he once rejected, but as the woman I’ve become. And now I already have a lover but when his eyes meet a child with my smile and his wolf’s scent, everything unfolds. Now, the Alpha who shattered me wants me. He will stop at damn all to have me back. But between jealous rivals, evil enemies, and a fight that threatens Moonveil itself, I don’t know if I can endure giving my heart to him again. Because love is a menace when it belongs to a wolf.

Daisy Vanecrest was brutally killed by her fake fiancé, Cassian, and her jealous cousin, Victoria, after losing everything. But instead of entering the afterlife, she opens her eyes three years in the past—on the morning of her grand Pack Union Gala. Vowing to make her killers crawl, Daisy destroys their plans by walking right past Cassian on stage and kissing the most feared man in high society: Killian Blackwood, the exiled Lycan King and ruthless owner of Sterling Holdings. The bold kiss sparks an undeniable Fated Mates bond, pulling Daisy into a dark world of dangerous pack secrets and corporate war. While fighting to win the trust of Killian’s rough rogue pack, Daisy must face Victoria’s deadly new traps, and a dark curse called the Echo Effect. When Cassian corners her at her lowest point, Daisy must decide how much she is willing to sacrifice for ultimate revenge.

Being a She-Rogue is unheard of, and being an Alpha of Rogues is not accepted and is shunned by all werewolf packs. Evelyn Skylar fits into the role of an Alpha perfectly. No one can challenge her openly and win a fight. Her pack is framed as Rogues and Assassins by the High Council of the Werewolf community. Determined to achieve revenge against her enemies and redeem her pack's name, she embarks on a journey to uncover the main culprit in front of the werewolf committee. There is no time for finding a Mate in her Life, Evelyn has one purpose...REVENGE. Alpha Ryan Snyder - Evelyn's mate, does not take "NO" for an answer and harbors a deep hatred for rogues. What happens when his mate does not bow down to him and makes him stand on his toes trying to find her? She was a mystery that he feels compelled to solve all the while safegaurding his pack from threats of renegades. Driven by his instincts, Ryan is determined to uncover the true woman beneath her cold exterior. At the same time, he must address a dangerous menace that poses a threat to all the packs in the neighboring territories.

Jasmine has been best friends with Hunter Carrington since she could crawl; she has always been there for him at every point in his life. She has also had a crush on him since junior high. Hunter never saw her as more than a best friend, and Jasmine had to live with the crushing unrequited love. Jasmine’s world stopped when he announced his engagement to her cunning and manipulative half sister, Lily. She never knew they were together, and it hurts even more that she had to plan their wedding while going through the worst heartbreak. Things take a wild turn when Lily abandons Hunter and leaves their engagement ring at his doorstep. Both of their worlds were shaken and overturned. The stakes were even higher, and the wedding had to happen. It would merge the Carringtons and the Blackwoods Hospitality business, and Jasmine is at the centre of it all. She is forced to marry a man she once loved but hates now.

Whenever she closes her eyes, she can feel him. His amber eyes glaring back at her brown chocolate eyes, his fingers crawling on her skin making her shiver. She loved how he made her feel, she yearned for more and more but whenever she opened her eyes, she panted like she has been running a marathon, sweating profusely. Her silky nightie soaked not only with sweat but her wetness, her pantie more damper than ever. One unexpected day, she saw 'his amber eyes glaring back at her brown chocolate eyes' but not in her dreams, in broad daylight. Not only his eyes were visible but the whole of him. Time stopped. But... she saw something else in his amber eyes, an evil glint and the powerful scent that engulfed him made her skin crawl with fear making her remember the bitter past she had.

When Meave Delaney's first private dance at a strip club, leads her to a man who questions her choice of profession, the last thing she expected was to see him again, that too, as her boss in her day job. Him, Hunted by a past that seemed to chase him no matter how far he ran, he is sinking further into a place he knew would be difficult to crawl out of. Her, Growing up too fast sure had its effects, with a father who wishes to kick the bucket more than anything in the world, she's falling into the very life she fought to stay away from. Dark, There's one thing the darkness promised ... No expectations. Sometimes passion and love are all we need to stop ourselves from driving into that dark hole, but sometimes, passion and love pulls you further into it. But for Meave and Cohen, it was just Him, Her & Dark.

The rules were never written, only expected—strip, gel up, lie still, and wait for him. Vera never expected her life to take this turn. It was never easy, but she never imagined it would end in his bed like this. Her fate was sealed the moment her father gave her as a token of peace to Roman Bendetti. He is her vendetta. The worst part? Her husband, Roman, is in love with someone else. Her name slides from his lips whenever he’s with her, worshiping her while Vera lies in his shadow. Just as Vera has resigned herself to a life of despair, something shifts. Everything changes when a new lord starts to crawl out of the shadows, claiming Vera as the queen of his world. What will Roman do? Will he let her go? Because letting her go means his throne is in danger. And what about the one thing he wanted from her all along?

Aria, a prodigy Sigil Weaver of Vane Hall, spent five years pouring her loyalty, talent, and heart into Lycus—the Alpha who once saved her and the male she believed was her destiny. But when her stolen identity as Sundar, the legendary sigil artisan, is publicly revealed, Lycus defends Sandra instead, the trueborn daughter of the Sauders and his long-buried obsession. Aria becomes the scapegoat, the sacrifice, the one meant to stay silent. She refuses. Her defiance sets off a vicious chain of revenge. Sandra orders Lycus’s personal guard to crush Aria’s hand, destroying the gift that defined her entire life. Abandoned in the wilds, bleeding and fevering, Aria is found by Phantom, the shadow sentinel of Astra Veylor—the dangerous lone-wolf who once shared her bed and vanished without a trace. But Astra learns the truth too late. Lycus spirals from denial into violent regret. Sandra spirals from jealousy into madness. And Aria awakens into a world built on lies, power, and the price of devotion. She's caught between an Alpha begging for redemption, a warlord willing to claim her at any cost, and a future she must rebuild from ashes.

I run into a group of rogues on my way home for my daughter's birthday. I call my wife for help, but she blocks my number. I'm dragged out of the car, stabbed a dozen times, and thrown into the bushes to die. My neck is broken, and my organs are spilling out of my body. The rogues think I'm going to die—they even mention each other's names before me. Then, they drive off in my car while whistling happily. I hold onto my head and organs as I crawl to the roadside, hoping against hope that someone will save me. Before I'm taken to the hospital, I see my wife's social media update—she and her secretary have taken a sweet photo together while celebrating our daughter's birthday. The first thing I do after being discharged is demand a divorce.

My wife had called me in the middle of the night with a hint of drunkenness in her voice. She admitted to having too much to drink and asked me to come get her. I hurried to the private club she mentioned, only to find myself having to change into a bathrobe as soon as I got there. Surrounded by a group of wealthy women in their fifties, they playfully flirted and teased me relentlessly. Suddenly, a few of them pounced, pushing me to the ground and demanding I crawl like a dog. Despite the humiliation, my main concern was still my wife's wellbeing. Hours passed before she finally showed up, disheveled, supported by her male assistant, looking at me with a cold smirk. It was then that the truth hit me. This whole situation was a scheme she had orchestrated to please him. My anger rising, I called and spoke through gritted teeth, "Three days. I want every single business under the Spencers wiped out."