Shadow Garden Manga

Twenty-five years ago, a part of her died... Her father, Grendel Wythorn, is the second-in-command to the twenty-two fanged kingdoms–an indomitable clan of vampires. Grendel Wythorn thirsts for power, and to quench his raging desire—he engaged his daughter to the newly sworn in Shadow emperor—Mark Valtimore. She thought all would be well. At first, it was, until the past loomed in, taking the form of a werewolf alpha. And now, she must fight the face beneath the mask. She is... Erin Grendel, the heiress to the Nebramos kingdom and protector of her family's Faberge!

Rhea was nothing—an orphaned omega, forgotten in the shadows of Crescent Shadow Pack. She was bullied, ignored, and born into a world that never wanted her. Her only warmth came from Lyra, the Beta’s radiant daughter—a girl Rhea worshipped like the sun, the one blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Rhea lived for Lyra’s light. Until the Goddess turned her gaze. On her twentieth birthday, Rhea is thrust into the center of a destiny she never asked for—fated mate to the Alpha’s triplet sons. Three brothers, one throne, and a bond that will crown her as Luna. But only one mate can ascend. And the others? They may destroy her before they let her choose. Cassian, the wild heir who once loved Lyra and now hates Rhea for taking her place. Lucian, the perfect firstborn with ambition in his eyes and loyalty that cuts like a blade. Dorian, the soft-spoken charmer with a secret fire and a desperate hunger to matter. As power swells and envy brews, Rhea must rise from the ashes of who she was. The Moon has chosen her, but the pack? They will not kneel easily. Especially not when her bond pushes Lyra—the sun she once lived for—into shadow. Will Lyra accept becoming the shadow or will she come back for the light that was hers? In a world ruled by legacy and ambition, Rhea must decide if she is a girl surviving fate—or a Luna shaping it.

Antes de completar dezoito anos, eu era a adorada princesa da família Moretti. Tudo mudou no meu décimo oitavo aniversário, quando meu pai trouxe para casa uma garota órfã chamada Carina. — Ela precisa de um lar. — Disse meu pai. — Você cuidará dela, como uma irmã. A partir daquele momento, nada foi igual. Meu irmão, que antes me adorava, tornou-se frio e distante. E meu noivo... o amor dele por mim parecia se reduzir pela metade da noite para o dia. A família elogiava Carina por ser dócil e obediente, chamando-a de uma filha muito melhor do que eu, sua própria carne e sangue. Depois de muito ser deixada de lado por Carina, finalmente desabei e segurei a manga do meu pai. — O sangue não significa nada? — Perguntei. A fúria do meu pai se acendeu. Ele abrigou Carina em lágrimas atrás dele, e diante de toda a família, deu-me um tapa no rosto. — Seu desperdício egoísta. Eu devia nunca ter tido você. — Você traz vergonha a esta família. — A voz do meu irmão Marco soou fria como uma lâmina. — Saia. E meu noivo, Vincent, olhou para mim com desapontamento: — Se ao menos eu estivesse noivo da Carina desde o início. Eles achavam que eu me curvaria aos pés deles, como sempre fizera. Mas não disse uma palavra; apenas fui até o cofre da família, retirei os documentos oficiais e risquei meu nome com um único traço. Tirei o anel de noivado do dedo e o coloquei sobre a mesa. Dei a Carina tudo aquilo que eles achavam que eu não merecia. Afinal, eu tinha apenas mais vinte e quatro horas de vida. Mas eles não faziam ideia, naquele momento, de que — em meio às ruínas da família Moretti — um dia se ajoelhariam na chuva implorando pelo meu retorno.

I nodded. "I guess the night was a success." "It was." I didn't realize it but he was in my face now, only a step away. His hand went for my waist, pulling me into him. "Let's keep it that way because my mother is right by the door trying to listen in on us. I guess we weren't very convincing." I took a slight peep and there was a shadow right at the door. "What should we do?" I mouthed His hand lifted my chin. "A kiss should do the trick."

those with money had power. those with power ruled the lupus colony: the world's largest ruthless pack. with a steady decline of desirable omegas over the years, a breeding program had been established where elite wolves and members of the lupus deus council could bid millions of dollars yearly for a hybrid of their own. a wolf created for the sole purpose of fulfilling her alpha's every desire. but what happens when one wolf escapes after committing a crime punishable by death, only to find protection in the shadow of death himself?

"When you're running away from your own shadow but it seems it's haunting you in return.." I am Helena Kelandra Morata, a typical girl at first but having a twist personality. I can be a sugar coated girl or a bad-ass bitch. I know how to play, I know how to put a trap and lure boys. But, when I found Michael, the bachelor with a rough and cold attitude, it seems that I was wrong to place those traps, cause all I can feel now is dying...of its pleasure.

Memories have no remedy for Yorticia Fleurdelice Vigilante, who has no idea about her obscure past. She was an angel, and it was beyond her comprehension how the gust of wind had brought her to a lush Garden of Evil. Cosimo, with whom she lived, a man she was not familiar with, gives her one mission: "Kill me whenever you can." The evil is him. The De Rogatis successor to the fortune who've been concealing the truth that he's the De Rogatis empire's successor, asleep in Olimpio Sidonio Gagliardo's hands, has returned following a 13-year vengeance scheme of an age-old vendetta against the plot's ringleaders, one of whom are the Vigilantes, which risk further conflict resulted in the eradication of her clan. She did not know him well, but he caused a knot in her just thinking about his face. From this point on, Yorticia decides that she'll do this by choking him with feigned love and emotionally manipulating him into servitude. Promising him, like, a million tomorrows, she'll be like a wildflower, valiantly growing wild and free and nothing that burns. Yorticia, however, is thrown into confusion as what was supposed to be pure retaliation turns into lust... and conceivably true love as she begins to notice it was starting to consume her like a raptorous wildfire. Meanwhile, as Cosimo drops further lower while continuing to fight for the things that he holds dear and to forget the things he fears, he grapples with his own feelings for Yorticia. He wants Yorticia to know that when he found this newfound freedom through her... she became his religion, regardless of who he becomes or how low he descends. Can they ever truly learn to love one another, or are they doomed to suffocate in their destructive cycle of retaliation and violence?

After eight years of marriage, I finally get pregnant with Claude Frey's child. It's my sixth round of IVF, and my last chance. The doctor says I can't put my body through it again. I'm overjoyed, ready to share the good news with him. But a week before our anniversary, I received an anonymous photo in the mail. In it, he was bending down to kiss another woman's pregnant belly. That woman is his childhood sweetheart, the one his family watched grow up. She's gentle and well-mannered, and the kind of daughter-in-law every parent dreams of. The funniest part is that his entire family knows about her pregnancy, except me. I'm just the punchline in their joke. It turns out that the marriage I've been holding together despite all my wounds is nothing but a carefully crafted lie. Fine. I don't want Claude anymore, and I'll never let my child be born into a world built on lies. I book my ticket to leave on our eighth anniversary. It's also the very day he's supposed to take me to see the sea of roses. Before we got married, he promised me a sea of flowers all my own. But instead, I find him in front of the rose garden, kissing his pregnant childhood sweetheart. After I leave, he starts searching for me everywhere. "Don't go, please?" he begs. "I was wrong. Don't leave." He finally remembers the promise he'd made to me and plants the most beautiful roses in the world in that garden. But I don't need it anymore.

"Noooooooooooooo!" With a loud shrieking voice. "Stopppp! Not again, not even here". Sobbing, trying to get a grip of what had happened, again. Her body vibrates violently, with her hands shaking and moving like they have a mind of their own. Her glowing eye is so noticeable even with the dark shades on. Her body violently jerked, spilling the hot pasta and orange juice all over the dining table and her denim shirt, while she tried her best to keep calm and behave as if everything was fine. A secret only her mum used to know about has grown wings and flown out, in the cafeteria!. "Hell no, I have to do something." She whispered to herself. But sadly, there was nothing to be done. The damage had been done already. Anxiously, she picked her backpack and brought out her journal, and placed it on the messed-up dining table. She could hear some of the students calling her a freak, and as usual, all looking at her in disgust. Her heart sinks every time that happens, knowing she's going to be the talk of the school, and she hated that. She hated all of it, and self-flagellation was as tempting as the garden of Eden. She just wished she could just disappear from the surface of the earth. Then suddenly, The bell rang, lunchtime was over. "Finally," She muttered, with a deep sigh. Yes, she is a PSYCHIC, and she's 16. She is a psychic who has another being in her. She had five friends, each with a secret to keep. they had to team up to solve the mysterious Homicide going on in their peaceful town, and in the process, they learnt each other secrets and the town's history. Will they be able to solve the mystery?

Belladonna; the devil's favorite flower, a slow sentence of death. Silence, pain and insanity. Artemisia was born being the poisonous root of the family, the shadow on the wall that everyone tried not to see. A legend has fallen upon her since childhood: be loved by her and death will come to you as the poisoning by belladonna, slowly and painfully. As a way to escape from her mother's suffocating wings, Artemisia moved into her great aunt's mansion in to start over and wipe all the blood on her hands. But no matter where it is planted, a poisonous plant will always leave its trail morbid.