Novel & Cerita Rusted Chains

Elara has spent her life as an outcast. Marked by a half-moon birthmark and whispered to be cursed, she has known nothing but isolation in the Grimshade Pack. When her fated mate rejects her—only to die soon after—the rumors of her misfortune spiral out of control. Then, in an unexpected twist, Alpha Andrew of the Salientmoon Pack claims her as his mate. Ruthless and feared, Andrew is known for his icy heart and the dark whispers that surround him. His offer isn’t born from love—it’s a calculated move in a brewing war. But as Elara is pulled into his world, she begins to wonder: is she truly cursed, or is there more to her fate than she ever imagined? And beneath Andrew’s cold exterior, does a heart beat that just might shatter the chains binding them both?

"Velda Griffin is suspected to have allied with the rogues to harm Sienna Armstrong, the Luna-to-be. Today, she shall be sentenced to a memory trial." The huge memory crystal glints coldly on the tribunal. My ex-fiance, Alpha Lorcan Cillian of the Moonshadow pack, maintains an arrogant expression. There's nothing but disgust in his eyes. "All of the vile things that you've done shall be reflected on the memory crystal. Let the entire pack witness your true colors, you filthy bitch!" Sienna reclines against Lorcan's body, a smug smile etched on her face. She thinks my reputation will be completely tarnished. Although my limbs are bound with silver chains, a faint, relieved smile has appeared on my pale face. "Are you sure you want to see my memories, Lorcan? Once you start… there's no turning back."

Nyra was born in chains—an omega scorned, beaten, and forgotten by the very pack meant to protect her. Abused. Rejected. Broken. She never expected salvation to come from the most feared creature in the realm: the Lycan King. Aedan is ruthless, dominant, and worshipped by none… yet feared by all. He swore to never take a mate. He swore to never love again. But fate doesn’t care about oaths—and the moment he touches Nyra, the bond snaps into place, wild and undeniable. Their love is forbidden. Their bond is hunted. And the enemies rising against them would kill to break the Moon’s chosen pair. To survive, Nyra must decide: remain the shattered girl she was forced to be… or rise as the queen destined to stand beside her Lycan King. One broken omega. One haunted king. A bond powerful enough to start a war.

They buried him under a blood-red moon. Chains of silver and blessed iron pinned his broken body to the earth, sealing his power, erasing his name. To the pack, he was a failed Alpha. To the coven, a cursed vampire. To the world, he was a mistake that deserved to die. But monsters don’t stay dead. When Alpha opened his eyes again, he wasn’t in the grave—he was in the body of his weakest self. Eighteen years old. Rankless. Powerless. His wolf silent. His vampire blood thin and starving. The memories of his execution burned behind his eyes like fresh wounds. Reborn. A second life… and a second chance at vengeance. This time, he felt it—the system etched into his soul, ancient and cruel. [Hybrid Core Detected] Bloodline: Vampire / Werewolf / Unknown Status: Severely Suppressed Level: 1

When her body is branded as a mere commodity... and her heart is shackled by two powerful female Alphas. Merin, a broken Omega, is dragged into a world where pain is the primary language. She is possessed by Aries, a raging blizzard who uses violence to assert her ownership, and trained by Lisena, a seductive flame who uses sweet punishments to melt her heart. Beneath the shadow of chains and the tip of a whip... amidst whimpers held back until her body trembles, fear transforms into burning desire, and submission becomes the only way for her to feel ‘valued.’ When the cage that confines her is not of steel, but the embrace of the two Alphas, and the only freedom left is to surrender her whole heart to this twisted ‘love’... how will this three-way bondage end? “Whose body is this... Speak your owner's name.”

Warning. This book will contain scenes of Violence , Betrayal, and intimate scenes between a woman with more than one male at a time. With that said, Welcome to the Black Alder Series. This book will be written in three parts surrounding the lives of Elena, Kayla, and Arabella. Three women victims by their circumstances. Each of them has a destiny to face and they are all entwined with eachother in one way or another. Each possess a special ability. With that ability, they will seek to change their fates and become strong leaders for their families. Enemies lurk around every corner, wanting to claim the women for their very own, but these women are not going down without a fight. Read on to see how this all unfolds. Be prepared, it's a tunnel of emotions your about to go through. See you on the other side. Part one, Luna Rising, will center around Elena. Part two, Broken Chains, will center around Kayla. Part three, Midnight Sky, will center around Arabella.

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.

Lena Marchetti, twenty-eight, operates on fumes. Her father Marco's cancer treatments have swallowed her savings and the final credits of her degree. She interns at Croft Industries, a glass tower engineered to diminish. She is invisible, sweat gluing her blouse to her spine, until she drops Julian Croft's Montblanc pen. The crack on marble halts breath. She scrabbles on cold stone. When she lifts her chin, Julian crouches beside her. He doesn't retrieve the pen. He waits. His gray eyes hold hers, and heat floods her neck, damp and unwelcome. "You break it, you buy it," he says. "And you can't afford it." He leaves her kneeling. At 3:17 AM, her phone blares: Croft. Office. One hour. She goes. His office smells of leather and ozone. He slides a contract across the desk. Six months. Exclusivity. Her compliance. In exchange, her father's debt dissolves. Her signature slants, barely legible. After her best friend Dani labels Julian a sociopath, Lena sobs in the service elevator. He finds her. "Come with me." He escorts her to a 24-hour diner. He orders cherry pie, slides it across formica. She is wrecked—blotched skin, swollen lids. He studies her as if memorizing the topography of her distress. He teaches her to fence. She lunges, jabs his ribs. He laughs in that rusted, startled way that travels up her calves. She registers: I manufactured that sound. Elara Vance, Julian's former mentor who sold his first deal for a board seat, resurfaces. She invites Lena to lunch, offers employment. "He'll never perceive you as an equal. Work for me. Become a threat." The words burrow. Lena's palms dampen at his touch. While Julian travels, she picks the lock of a hidden room. A library.

t was in the stark interrogation room where Caesar laid eyes on Lola's face for the very first time. Lola, accused of betraying her own country, was in a dire situation. She was draped in nothing but a flimsy, damp garment and weighed down by the clanking chains that bound her to the floor. Clad in his regal black military uniform, Caesar sat as the judge of her trial. Years later, when news of their lavish wedding emerged, the world assumed it was the genesis of their love story. "They said when Caesar, once a general, first saw Lola, shivering in agony and desperation, his heart swelled with empathy. He tenderly removed his black gloves and reached out to her with love." In reality, Caesar never removed his gloves throughout the trial. He sat outside the iron railing, observing Lola with a frigid countenance. But it wasn't until yesterday that Caesar finally held Lola in his arms.

She never stayed long enough to belong. Living as a lone wolf with her father, she spent her life drifting from town to town, school to school - never fitting in, always stirring up trouble. Expelled more times than she could count, each new start felt more like an escape than a fresh beginning. But everything changes the moment she meets her mate... in the middle of a high school hallway. She had always prayed for a rogue mate - someone wild and free like herself. Instead, fate ties her to someone she despises most: a wolf with a high-ranking title and the chains of duty she’s spent her whole life running from. In the end, you can only mess with others for so long before you end up wrecking your own life - and hers is about to get gloriously, heartbreakingly complicated.