Possessed Horror

**The Banished Luna – Blurb** The Moon Goddess made him hers. He made her his greatest mistake. When Aria Winters discovers her fated mate is Alpha Damien Blackthorn, the man who’s spent years looking down on her, she dares to hope the bond might change everything. Instead, he rejects her — publicly, brutally, and without mercy. Banished beyond the borders, Aria is left to die… until a rival Alpha saves her. In his territory, she begins to heal, unlocking a power she never knew she possessed — a power the Moon Goddess may have destined to change the fate of every pack. Now, two Alphas want her. One to claim what he threw away. The other to keep what he’s willing to burn the world for. And Aria? She’s done being anyone’s victim. **The Banished Luna** is a dark, mature (+16) werewolf romance filled with betrayal, passion, and the rise of a Luna who refuses to be forgotten. ---

Vida Sharsmith is the well-known heiress of Alpha Dexter, the Black Frozen Pack's Alpha King. She possessed a natural goddess beauty that made every man in their pack be amazed at her. Despite being the next Alpha Queen, she decided to run away from her obligations and withdraw her upcoming mating ceremony with the ruthless stranger Alpha, just to marry Alpha Terrence, who saved her when she was attacked by a group of rogues and hid her identity as the upcoming Alpha Queen. She became the Omega, who had been chosen by Alpha Terrence to be his substitute Luna while his mate wasn't found. She thought that she would finally have a vivacious life, but everything changed when she found out that Alpha Terrence impregnated the love of his life. She forced herself on Alpha Terrence with the hope he had a little love for her, but she was wrong, because what was important to him was Greta, the woman who had his child. Betrayed by anyone, Vida did everything to escape from Alpha Terrence's pack, yet she failed, which led her to be crippled for several months and die after Alpha Terrence's pack faced war. Seeing how her husband gave importance to another woman, she wished for the moon goddess to give her another chance, to correct her mistake in marrying him, to have her vengeance, and to slap them with the truth that she was higher than them. Surprisingly, the moon goddess heard her pleas and gave her the chance to do the right thing, but... it seemed the moon goddess wanted to play cupid when she met her ex-fiance Alpha Jaxon and wanted her to be his contracted Luna.

In the gleaming metropolis of Garden Metro, where secrets bloom like midnight roses, Elara Quinn is just a broken girl trying to survive the scars of relentless bullying and a world that turned its back on her. Until Damien Vale, the city’s most feared mafia boss, walks into her shattered world—unexpectedly saving her from a brutal attack. Terrified and confused, Elara is convinced this man of violence and sin will only deepen her pain. But Damien isn’t just a monster—he’s a man with a past, a heart, and a soft spot he thought he buried long ago. As Elara slowly begins to heal, she discovers a strength she never thought she possessed—and a chance to take back everything stolen from her. With Damien’s protection and her rising resolve, Elara sets out to confront her demons and exact justice on those who broke her. But can she survive the darkness that clings to Damien’s world... and can love bloom in blood-soaked soil?

"Strip," Dante ordered, his voice cold and commanding. Nora stood frozen in horror, disbelief washing over her. He leaned closer, eyes darkening. "And if you don't, I'll do it myself," his tone unwavering. She knew he meant it, her heart racing, unable to utter a word as the dangerous man before her mistook her for someone else entirely. When innocent Nora takes the fall for her cruel sister, Aria, to save their father, she becomes trapped in the dangerous world of mafia leader Dante, who believes she is Aria. As Dante prepares to make her life a living hell, will Nora find a way to survive the torment meant for someone else? Content Warning: This story contains mature themes that may not be suitable for readers under 18.

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

Anya feels trapped in a world she doesn’t understand. Kidnapped by a mysterious man known only as The Watcher, she is pulled into a dark reality where her mind is twisted, and her identity begins to unravel. As he manipulates her thoughts, blurring the lines between fear and desire, Anya finds herself caught in a dangerous game of submission. The Watcher believes he is saving her, but his love is a sick obsession, filled with psychological torment. As Anya fights against his control, she realizes that the true horror lies not just in her captivity but in the way he haunts her mind, pushing her deeper into madness. Can she escape his grasp before she loses herself completely, or will she surrender to the darkness that calls to her? In this chilling tale of manipulation and madness, nothing is what it seems, and the line between love and control is terrifyingly thin.

“She tried to escape. I think she wants to go rogue.” The guard said.  Sabrina’s eyes snapped to me. A smirk curled on her lips as she walked forward. “Tried to escape, did we?” she said, her blue eyes slicing into mine. “Leave us.” The guards obeyed. She moved in, gaze sweeping over me. “Whatever made you think your scrawny little body could outrun two strong guards?” “Sabrina, you have to let me go. I don’t want to be your handmaid. Please. Let me go.” I begged.  Sabrina laughed, sharp and cold. “Oh, you’ll serve me whether you like it or not.” She leaned closer. “You won’t just serve me, Elowyn. You’ll mate with the Alpha and carry his child for us.” My breath caught. “What?” Her smile deepened, her voice soft and slow. “I can’t be the one who fulfills the prophecy that Kieran’s Luna will die in childbirth.” She stepped even closer. Her eyes locked on mine. “You will bear his child, Elowyn.” She said it with such certainty that my blood ran cold.  I stared at her, horror rising in my throat. “You want me to die instead of you?” Sabrina said nothing. She didn’t have to. Her smile said everything.

I am Nyx Jewel, an internally ill lady from the Human Region. After inheriting a vast fortune, with only Six months Span to live, I decided to spend it quietly while my fiancee took over the business, but that was the gravest decision I have ever made. He betrayed me with my stepsister, and my cunning stepmother says it serves me right. My relatives, who have always bowed to me, chuckled when I collapsed out of shock. When my life was withering away, instead of a doctor to be called, They tossed my body into the sea. Little did they know the Moon Goddess had called for me. The turbulent waters, as if guided by divine hands, carried my fragile form to the shores of a mystical realm, unknown to us Humans. *** I am Kade Majesty King, The last Cursed Alpha King of the Werewolf World. Our lineage was cursed to never know true love. That was why My father had died without a true mate. My Grandfather had done the same as well, as all King before him. But things changed after I took the heavy crown upon my head. The Moon Goddess had decided it was time to lift the curse. A mate will be created for me, but the timing remains a mystery. So, like a possessed man, I have waited on pins and needles just for my wolf to cry ' Mate '. Years passed, and depression set in. Then, on a stormy night, a body comes floating off the shore of my kingdom. My True Mate in human form, dying and heartbroken. She sought revenge against the man who had wronged her, and I agreed to help on one condition. That she would be mine.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

Carrie DeLuca, a not quite normal teenager with lots of behavior issues and a seriously fucked-up life, meets the biggest trouble of her life: a werewolf with lots of anger issues and a clear obsession over her... What can she do? Run as far as possible away from him or stay and try to fight him off? "His strong and big hands tightly gripped around my wrists as he forcefully held them pressed against the door and at the level of my shoulders, feeling my bones hurt so fucking much that I thought they were going to snap after just a little more pressure added. Yet despite the sickening pain I refused to shed a single tear, challengingly looking right back into his glimmering emeralds. "I am not afraid of you," I spat between gritted teeth, noticing that devilish smirk tugging at his naturally pink lips. "How about now?" He wickedly whispered, feeling my entire body fill with pure fear and horror as I watched his eyes change from their emerald green colour to an unnaturally glowing golden, hungrily gazing at me. His hand quickly pressed against my mouth, abruptly silencing that scream that was about to erupt. "Don't bother. No one will believe you,"