Novel & Cerita Romantic Urban Fantasy

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

"Why do you come here just without my permission? Didn’t I told you never come to my birthday,?. “ and he added “ Let me be honest with you. The truth is... I never love you at the beginning. I just used you to replace her but let's end this. I don't want you anymore. I like women who have strong body, sweet, good -looking, a woman who can beautifully dressed and well-shaped body. While you are just dumb, simple girl, weak, quiet, and worthless. You're really shameful as my girlfriend. It's over now. Our relationship is just a joke." Loki immediately slapped his boyfriend and throw her gift keychain at him. "Why did you slapped me?" Jen bursts his anger. "You are betrayal! " Loki cried and

But, I become indulged on the own world that I created that I decided to expand it >_< . I know that an urban dark fantasy with a touch of steamy romance is not that popular for online novels. But I still finished it anyway; despite my initial belief that I can’t get pass through 50k words. And here I am, finishing a book with a whopping 70 chapters and more than a hundred thousand words! The sequel and final installment of The Blood Rose saga entitled, “Queen of Vampires and Werewolves”, will be coming this April—or May. Anyway, since this is a non-exclusive book, a self-published paperback version of this novel (which will be the second edition as I have removed and edited some scenes) wil

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

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“But you… You were never meant to be his. You were carved from something ancient. Something divine. The vessel, born to be filled.” Ronan spat blood at her feet. “I’m not yours to fill.” “Yet here you stand,” she murmured, “filled with my power. Even now, you can feel it, can’t you? The ache. The hunger. Your light flickers like a dying star.” She reached out—slow, unhurried—as if daring him to flinch. Ronan didn’t. But when her fingertips touched his chest, a jolt of pure darkness seared through him. His knees buckled. Visions clawed at his mind—destruction, fire, Selene crying his name, blood pooling in moonlight.

"To all of these, and more. There are forces at work greater than your attachment to this girl." "The sword glowed," Dante said abruptly. "The sword I forged for her with my flame; it reacted to her touch as if it recognized her." A heavy silence fell over the chamber. The three Oracles exchanged another meaningful look. "You've already given her a piece of your flame," the White Oracle said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It's bound into the sword." Dante's eyes narrowed. "Why does that matter?" The Black Oracle stepped forward, her aged face grave. "The phoenix and the wolf were never meant to merge. Fire and flesh cannot coexist without destruction."

The apartment felt smaller than ever before, the walls seemingly closing in on me as the weight of Hartwell's threat pressed down on me but for now, I was safe. In the days that followed, the tension in the city grew as the city braced for the full moon. The whispers of the French Quarter grew more insistent, tales of werewolves rising to the surface as the nights grew longer and the air grew heavier with the scent of rain. I found myself unable to focus on my work, my thoughts consumed by the book. The thought of a humanlike creature that carried a genetic gene of a wolf, capable of transforming under the light of the full moon was fascinating yet terrifying. I was obsessed with the thought

Her mind finally understood what he was talking about as she stared at him in shock. How could he do these nasty things without even feeling them made her face show how much she felt disgust towards him as she watched his face, and rage poured through her veins. She felt like ,He had turned his emotions off just like vampires do. "Enough, please stop this nonsense already Damien, I am weary of your sick games, you should take help from a psychologist, you are insane",Damien's eyes grew gloomy as he heard her venomous words.

The flickering candlelight danced across her face, casting elongated shadows that seemed to mirror the thoughts swirling in her mind. Her thoughts drifted to Zoe, the young woman whose presence had ignited a spark of recognition within her. Esmaralda had sensed the powerful aura that emanated from Zoe the moment she had set foot in her presence. It was a familiar energy, one that resonated with her own ancient bloodline of vampires.