Rip Wheeler Fanfiction

Collins’ and Alan’s story wasn’t like that of most werewolf mates. They’d both been through a lot when they finally found each other. But now she’s off to college, and he’s training fighters for the impending pack wars. The biggest thing keeping them apart now, however, is themselves. She hopes he will wait for her, but her past threatens to ruin their relationship before it even begins. Alan is being tested left and right. But the true test, is whether or not he will love a ghost for the rest of his life. The odds are stacking against them. Will love overcome it all? Or will it ruin them, and rip them to shreds, one small piece at a time?

BLURB: "Bound by prophecy. Torn by fate. Will their choices save the world—or doom it forever?" Gaia Stormborne carries the weight of a bloodline destined to reshape the balance of power. Hunted for secrets she doesn’t fully understand, she’s thrust into a world where allies wear masks, and betrayal is a breath away. As ancient forces stir, her choices could ignite salvation—or plunge everything into darkness. Valtor Draven, a fierce Alpha haunted by his past, awakens to find the one person who might hold the key to redemption missing. Their fates are bound, their paths shadowed by danger, and every step they take could tip the scales of war. In a race against time, will they find strength in each other—or will destiny rip them apart?

They say I killed my father. They say I ordered my maid, my dearest friend, to poison him. They say she confessed before taking her own life. Lies. The real murderer stands before me, weaving her web of deception and has the entire Royal court in her grasp. Queen Andessa, my wicked stepmother. My father’s killer. She has stripped me of my title, my crown, my very birthright, and has offered me up as a tribute to the Dragon King of Drakarith. A mercy punishment, she calls it. But I am not broken. She thinks she has won. That I will succumb to defeat and forget who I am. But she's wrong. I am Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion, the rightful Queen of Velmira. And I will return to reclaim what is mine and rip out Velmira's corruption by its roots. Starting with Andessa's rotten fertilized eggs. My callous step-siblings. Velmira is my home, my kingdom, and I will not let it rot under the rule of vipers. But reclaiming what is mine will not be easy, especially trying to achieve that from the dragon lands of Drakarith, under the watchful vigilance of Azraelyrs, a dragon king I have heard rumors about his cold-heartedness and rules with an iron fist. To survive, I must play the game of seduction and manipulation against my enemies. To win, I must be sharper, stronger, and more ruthless than I have never been before in my life. Let the games begin.

Elle était censée être une épouse. Au lieu de cela, elle est devenue une fugitive. Sophia est née dans un monde de sang, de trahison et d’obéissance forcée. Le jour où elle devait être livrée à un prétendant cruel, elle a craqué et s’est enfuie pour la liberté. Elle était rapide, entraînée et désespérée… mais la liberté est un jeu dangereux. Lorsque sa fuite l’a menée en territoire ennemi, Sophia a été jetée en prison, condamnée à mort pour avoir été une rebelle. Alors que l’étau se resserrait autour de son cou, une voix a rugi dans la foule. « Arrêtez. » L’Alpha en personne s’est avancé, et l’impensable s’est produit : il était son compagnon. Ses trois frères l’étaient. Le destin n’a cependant pas été clément. Les triplés Alphas ne voulaient pas d'elle. Ils aspiraient à la vengeance. Son père était leur plus grand ennemi, et la seule chose qui la maintenait en vie était un pacte cruel : devenir leur esclave et les aider à gagner la guerre contre son père, ou mourir. Tiraillée entre survie et loyauté, Emilee refusait de se laisser briser. Elle jouait selon ses propres règles, luttait contre leur emprise et osait défier le pouvoir de la meute. Trahison. Désir. Pouvoir. Elle s'est enfuie d'une prison et a atterri dans une autre. Maintenant, elle doit choisir : se soumettre, ou mettre le royaume tout entier à feu et à sang.

He’s a ruthless, powerful, and undefeated Alpha. She’s a weak omega with no family or rights, a slave. Could the moon goddess have made a mistake? In the history of this infamous race, there has never been a divine mating between an Alpha and an Omega. Power and weakness do not mix. Aurora, an omega with no memory of her past, has done well to live quietly and hidden in a pack that merely tolerates her. Damon Bane, one of the strongest Alphas to ever grace the battlefield has returned from war. He’s to conquer a list of other alphas in battle and become the Alpha king. But first, he needs a Luna to be qualified. He has no interest in love or matrimony. So he agrees to have his Luna chosen for him. Then the unbelievable happens. Aurora, a slave and omega in the pack, is chosen for the Alpha. Aurora’s quiet life is driven into chaos when the Alpha rejects her. She has nowhere else to go. Especially with the dark secret that haunts her. Will the moon goddess’ choice make or break the Silvercrest pack? Or can Aurora prove to her Alpha what she’s worthy and melt his cold, lonely heart? And when she finds out his secret, a deep truth hidden from all, will he be able to trust her with his legacy? *** “Damn the moon goddess. Never will I bed a pathetic, little omega, or make her my Queen! She has nothing to offer and is worth less.” His eyes glowed blood red when he turned to her, his exposed fangs stamping his disgust. “If I ever set my eyes on you again, I’ll rip your throat open with my teeth and send you to the goddess.”

In an international in which werewolves and witches coexist, Hera and Olivia locate themselves inexplicably drawn to Ralph, the powerful Alpha of Crestmoon. But when a risky plot threatens to rip them aside, they discover a surprising reality: Hera and Olivia are halves of equal beings, separated by using ancient magic. As they race against time to reunite and liberate their true capacity, they have to face betrayal, lengthy-buried secrets, and a destiny that might alternate the supernatural international forever. With enemies remaining in and love on the line, will they have the electricity to embody their newfound electricity and save no longer simply themselves, but all they preserve dear?

“Did you say, sick?” He whispered. “I got an erection spilling their blood. My claws, my fangs…they want something to dig into. Flesh to rip apart. I got that in abundance, hence my drastic change in appearance, little ember. But your wet cunt smells even better than their blood.” I was so shocked, I gasped his name, “Arien!” His actual name. ——— Naida Ashryver’s life grew complicated when she was caught in the throes of a murder she was innocent of, rendering her a fugitive. A sinister occurrence that was tied to dramatic revelations had her questioning her identity, leading her right into the web of Eldarien Ravthorn, the Alpha King, whom she couldn't resist. Little did she know that their union had been ordained but the enemies lurking in the shadows would not sit back and watch her get her happy ending. Warning: This is an 🔞 werewolf romance with elements of violence, gore, and occasional dark themes. Surprisingly, it also has its fluffy moments. Proceed with caution! Originally titled Twisted Flames.

He came for blood. He stayed for the enigmatic boy on stage. Lucian Moreau is the cold, calculated heir to Europe’s deadliest crime empire. Sent to Barcelona to smoke out traitors, he never expected him—Jace, the hypnotic stripper with bruised eyes, a knife-sharp mouth, and a body made to tempt devils.

To protect his bastard son's identity, rip her of her properties and identity and continue his illict affair with her best-friend, Camille is ruthlessly murdered by her husband and best-friend, her unborn child not spared, she asks the universe for a second chance, little did she know, that her prayers were answered and she was taken back to four years back.

“I can't be with you. We aren't made to be. I'm broken and you ruin everything in your path” I murmur against his lips in a daze. Kian’s hands around my waist tightens “That's why we are made for each other, dimples. You are already broken so I can't ruin you. We can only heal each other from this point on “I can't” But I can’t move away. His touch lights up a trail of fire as his fingers travels down my spine. “You don't have a choice, dimples. You are mine and I'm never letting you go” Alora has demons who whisper to her every day. After being bullied brutally in high school for being fat, she decides to lose weight to regain confidence but that also came with its own baggage. Kian is the heir to the Baston Hotel chain. He loves control and is addicted to it. He is as devastatingly handsome just as he is cruel. Kian hates the fake person Alora has become. He despises the mask on her face and wants to rip it off to shreds. He wants to mess her up and make her his. Alora can never hide from Kian. She wants to fight the pull to him but it's impossible when he breathes under her skin. Kian is the only one who can teach Alora what true love is and Alora is the only one who can calm the storm in Kian.