Reincarnated Into A Cursed Game Novels & Stories

Lancelot Distar, once the revered and formidable Alpha King, now found himself facing a monumental challenge. His Luna, whom he had callously rejected, had fled to the human world with their child in tow. Lancelot's heart sank as he realized that she had built a new life for herself, thriving as a respected single mother. The news of her burgeoning influence and the numerous suitors vying for her hand added yet another layer of complexity to his quest to reunite their fractured family. As if reclaiming his beloved Luna and child wasn't formidable enough, Lancelot contended with a relentless inventor hellbent on capturing him. Additionally, he faced the daunting opposition of countless clans awaiting his downfall. Would Lancelot overcome these seemingly insurmountable obstacles? Could he succeed in reclaiming his destined Luna and their child? Discover the unfolding journey in this gripping tale of love, loss, and redemption.

He is a loveless Alpha, the most horrible pack leader of the MOON STONE; handsome, muscular, bossy and domineering, he takes what he wants. She, a lonely wolf girl, born in a cursed the red night, alone, the enemy of vampires and their followers, endowed with very powerful powers. The Moon goodness has decided to unite them, but not everything will be plain sailing. An enemy to fight, a past to be deleted. He Carter Darren. She Nicolette Gary. What will happen if these two souls meet?

Blurb;    Reena Walters was possibly the worst spy to have ever existed. Recruited by the FBI to infiltrate the stronghold of a dangerous man, Reena decided that seduction was the way to go. Dressed in the ridiculous yet most alluring way possible, Reena Walters succeeded in infiltrating the dungeon like mansion for the biggest and most exclusive ball of the year. Armed with her glittery mask that helped her blend in with several others, Reena finally got her hands on a Thorne brother and did what she knew how to do best, seduction, and charmed the secrets out of him by winning a game of wits. Unknowingly to her that the dominant and ridiculously attractive silver eyed man beneath her was none other than the younger Thorne rumored to be crazy and volatile, and worse, he was playing a game with her, a game she was not aware of. Charming the secret codes and location out of him, Reena continued on her mission, shaking off the nagging feeling that it had all been too easy. Finally getting her hands on the highly sought after flash drive, Reena could not resist the urge to blow an obnoxious kiss to the face of the startled yet crazy eyes that stared at her in the dark. And that split second was all it took for a dangerous obsession to take root and grow in the mind of the older Thorne. Caught like a bird between two dangerous men, Reena must place all her stakes in one game by recklessly choosing the one she deemed lesser of the two evils, but what she did not know yet, and what she would soon learn was that hell was not hot at all, it was freezing cold, and yet burned hotter and brighter than an inferno.

BLURB One curse. One survivor. One bond strong enough to break bloodlines. When Elysia D’Argent’s coven was slaughtered by the werewolf Alpha’s army, she swore vengeance. Years later, she infiltrates the palace of the cursed Alpha, Alaric Varyn, to finish what her mother’s dying curse began. But when her dagger hovers above his heart, the unthinkable happens—he wakes, captures her, and she does not die. For a man whose touch kills any woman who comes near, her survival is both miracle and temptation. Alaric knows she is hiding something, yet her immunity to his curse may be the key to breaking it. He offers her a choice—exposure and death, or life as his mistress under his command. Bound by danger and desire, they enter an arrangement that blurs the lines between hate and hunger. But as secrets unravel and feelings take root, Elysia discovers a truth far crueler than any curse: the Alpha she meant to destroy is not the monster his father was. And when enemies rise again to finish the war their ancestors began, love becomes their only rebellion. In a realm where magic and blood are bound, their passion will either end the curse or consume them both

Stripped of her birthright. Betrayed by her twin. Rejected by her mate. Laura Gilbert once destined to be Silvermoon packs luna is casted aside for lacking a wolf. Branded a traitor. Sold into slavery. Her life shatters.. until a rival Alpha sees what others don’t in her: Power. Alpha of Blackmoon pack. Damian Blake. He wants Laura’s fury not her love. Laura must decide to rise from the ashes and reclaim her fate or stay broken. Revenge has a cost… but love demands even more.

"I am cursed, I am unwanted, I am failure. Then why are you still waiting for me to accept you?" I yell while tears fall out of my eyes. "You are not any of these. Do you hear me?" He says cupping my face in his hands. "Then what am I?" I ask in a broken tone. "You are the Luna Queen and it's high time to show the world what you're cable of doing." He replies determinedly looking at me with eyes full of love and...pride? Erica Thompson is the Queen of the werewolves, making her superior after the Alpha King. She used to be a great warrior but after the sudden deatg of the Alpha King during their Coronation Ceremony, she has become numb to everything around her. Not only that, she's being called 'cursed' after that incident by the Royals as well as other werewolves. However, the sudden entry of the mysterious Alpha of the Forbidden Rogue Pack is going to change her life more than she can think of.

Theodore Thatcher is a man used to getting what he wants—money, power, control. As a self-made billionaire, There's one thing he can't easily claim—his inheritance. To secure it, he must marry before turning 30. With no interest in commitment, Theodore decides to solve the problem his way—by making a deal with Nadia Vaccaro. Nadia, desperate to help her sick brother and pay off mounting medical bills, has no choice but to agree when Theodore offers her a proposition she can’t refuse: pretend to be his wife, and in return, he’ll cover her brother’s medical expenses. It’s a cold, transactional arrangement. No emotions. No complications. Just a game. But as their lives intertwine, the lines between what’s real and what’s fake begin to blur. Nadia finds herself drawn to Theodore, the man who holds her fate in his hands, while Theodore discovers that his feelings toward Nadia might not be as indifferent as he thought. With everything at stake, Nadia must decide: will she remain in Theodore’s game, or will she walk away before it consumes her? And Theodore, for all his wealth and control, must face the truth of what he’s willing to sacrifice to keep the woman who has become more than just a pawn in his game.

Two years ago, she was a well-behaved and lovely young lady, but she had an irresponsible and worthless fiancé. She simply broke off this ridiculous engagement, but it led to a catastrophic disaster, turning her into a captive maid to a bloodthirsty man. He hated her, kidnapped her, imprisoned her, degraded her in the cruelest ways. And then... he fell in love with her. When he wanted to heal her with true love, she fell victim to a treacherous plot and disappeared along with their unborn baby. Two years later, they meet again, and she is on the verge of death, with no recollection of him...!

The story is a dark psychological horror centered around a group of students trapped in a college during a curfew, where a storytelling game slowly turns terrifyingly real. I believe it aligns well with Good novel horror audience.

On the day of my son's one-month celebration, my notoriously stingy sister-in-law surprised me with a branded baby bottle. But instead of accepting it, I turned away and gave it to the neighbor's cruel son who had XYY syndrome. In my previous life, I had accepted that bottle with genuine gratitude, using it day and night to feed my son. I never imagined that a month later, in the dead of night, my son would suddenly suffer a heart attack and die in my arms. Strangely enough, the very next day after my son passed, my sister-in-law's sickly child—who had been confined to the neonatal intensive care unit since birth—was miraculously discharged in perfect health. Losing my son shattered me completely. I spent my days drowning in tears. My husband called me a cursed woman, claimed I brought nothing but disaster, and demanded a divorce. Not only that, but he insisted I leave with nothing. When I refused, he and my sister-in-law joined forces and accidentally beat me to death. It wasn't until after I died that I learned the truth. The woman I had thought was my husband's younger sister wasn't his blood relative at all. She had been adopted by his mother years ago to be raised as his future wife. Together, they had plotted to destroy me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my sister-in-law handed me that baby bottle.