Shallow Grave Novels & Stories

“You must leave here with your men and never come back. You must promise me that I didn’t save a vengeful man. We did not take the women you sought out. Both our races have lost in this fight. I beg that you forget it and return to your people who await you.” Aerona Dylan, the adopted daughter of Celeste made a grave mistake when she fell in love with Zayn, the Alpha Of Silver Crest Pack who was a sworn enemy. To remedy this mistake, she had no other choice than to willingly become the Alpha’s slave, but things took a different turn when she fell in love with him. Will her love overcome her quest for revenge? Or will they have a happy ever after? Find out in this romance book.

"You're making a death wish," I warned him, my voice colder than the grave and the intoxicating mating scent filling my nostrils. "I'm dangerous, on my way to hell. I don't want to drag you down with me." Dakota knew what true heartbreak was when her husband and baby died in one day. A once powerful and feared Luna is reduced to an object of mockery and banished by the ones she thought had her back. She navigates a world full of twists and finds herself amid a new pack. She grapples with the unexpected feelings that arise when she meets the pack's alpha. Can Dakota find the strength to rise from the ashes and reclaim her place as Luna, or will she succumb to the darkness that threatens to consume her? Follow Dakota on her journey to redemption or destruction, depending on what lies ahead for her.

All her life she has been treated like a trash by everyone in the Pack for being wolfless except for one person, the Alpha himself. Loiretta considers herself lucky but when he asks her for sex, Loiretta finds it difficult to offer her body to the Alpha willingly. Bullied with a drink spiked with aphrodisiacs, Loiret needs a man desperately and runs back into the arms of the Alpha except that she has made a grave mistake and the one she spent the night with was not the Alpha but the infamous, ruthless and yet insanely hot Lycan King Zayne who had come to take over the Yellow Moon Pack. Loiret quickly finds herself entangled with the Lycan King. She was now his woman, his possession but would she ever be able to cope with the ruthless man, especially when her heart was somewhere else, far away from the beastly, devil king?

The Alpha I loved and his powerful father, the Lycan King, were both drugged with a Heat Potion. Without a second thought, I climbed into the King's bed. In my last life, I was forced to be Damien's cure. To mate with him. To bear his pups. But he spent every night at her grave, mourning his "true love," Isabella. He never touched me again. Five years into our mating, after an argument, he shifted into his wolf form. He tore me and my pups limb from limb. He was convinced I'd used some dirty trick to mark him, keeping him from his true love. He believed it was my fault Isabella left, heartbroken, and died in an "accident." When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back on the night they were drugged. This time, I will not be the cure. I will be the Queen.

On her first day in a new town, Jessica Day saves the life of Oliver King mere minutes after he rescues her from the wolf stalking her in the woods. But there's more to the mysterious young man than his rugged good looks and charming personality. There's something dark and irresistible about him that draws Jessica into his supernatural world. Ollie's next in line to be the alpha of Forest Hills' largest werewolf pack, but a deal with Death herself has marked him for an early grave, and he's not exactly trying to save himself from this grim fate. Unable to deny their mutual attraction and the bond growing between them, it's up to Jessica to rescue Ollie from death's embrace and find a way to free him from his dark destiny before the villainous thing haunting Forest Hills finds her first. (Image in cover by Prettysleepy from Pixabay)

Everyone in the Titanus region would have heard the older generation tell them this—during sky burials, the vultures wouldn't eat the corpses of people who'd committed heinous crimes. My husband is the sky burial practitioner who buries me. The vultures circle my corpse in the air above the burial site, but they don't prey on me. My husband frowns at the sight. "It looks like this person must have committed crimes when alive. They deserve this." Suddenly, I remembered him pointing at me, his eyes ablaze with flames of rage as he shouted, "Nancy wouldn't have lost her baby if not for you! Someone like you doesn't even deserve to get a sky burial!" It looks like his words are coming true. But later, he falls to his knees before my grave and weeps. He begs me to forgive him.

Everything happened too fast after I completed the sentence, one minute I was staring at the back of Damien's head, and the next minute I was pinned against the wall. His face was so close to me that I could feel his minty breath, "You can try to run but I will always catch you, you can try to hide but I will always find you. Get one thing clear, Nora, no matter what road you take it will always lead you to me." I licked my lips unable to utter any word. His thick eyelashes fell on my lips and my heartbeat sped up instantly. "Are you scared of me, Nora?" the corner of his lips curled up giving me a full blown smirk. I gulped, "No," the word came out weak between my shallow breaths. I tried to keep my face stoic even though my nerves were no longer in my control. I shut my eyes tightly as his face inched forward. I inhaled a sharp breath feeling his soft lips on my ear, "Then why is your heart beating so loudly?" ......................................................................... Eleanor has it all, loving parents, a good career, everything is presented to her on a silver platter or that's what everyone thinks. What happens when she gets tangled in a world she never knew existed because of a prince who seems to hate her but can not let her go. Will she ever be able to get her normal life back or will she become a part of his ruthless plan?

By the ninety-ninth day of Lux Vitale’s disappearance, all of Sicily had already accepted that she was dead. The Antara family held a funeral grand enough to shake the entire underworld. Standing before her grave, Lorenzo Antara, Don of the Antara family and her husband, mourned openly in front of police officials, family lawyers, and powerful business associates. Under the glare of reporters’ cameras, he even swore that for the next three years, no woman would ever take Lux’s place. However, when Lux finally returned to the seaside estate on Long Island, wounded, limping, and barely alive after months of captivity, she discovered that Lorenzo had not only broken his promise– He had already given another woman everything that once belonged to her. And that woman was none other than Bianca Vitale. The sister who had shared her name.

Compré en línea a un íncubo atractivo, uno de esos que vienen con esa distancia que seduce. Pero respiraba tan fuerte, con un jadeo grave atorado en la garganta, y me observaba sin parpadear. Su temperatura era tan alta que, al rozarme, sentía que podía quemarme. Pensé que quizá estaba enfermo y corrí a contactar a Soporte al Cliente. —¿Podrían ayudarme? Mi íncubo respira muy pesado, está muy caliente y no deja de mirarme… Después de escuchar mi explicación, cayó un silencio incómodo al otro lado. —Señorita… ¿no será que no está enfermo, sino hambriento? —Y lo que quiere no es medicina, sino besarla o… algo más.

— Abre um pouco mais, Eva, Eva... Isso... assim mesmo. Meu corpo inteiro parecia derreter sobre a maca de exames. Meus dedos agarravam os lençóis com uma força involuntária. A voz atrás de mim era grave e contida... Cada palavra dele fazia meu corpo vibrar e minhas orelhas arderem. A posição do exame era vergonhosa demais. Meus quadris eram obrigados a se erguerem, altos demais, numa postura que parecia pura rendição. — Doutor... eu... ah... não consigo abrir mais... — Murmurei, mordendo o lábio inferior, a voz tremendo de propósito. Através da barra metálica da maca, vi meu reflexo: cabelos bagunçados colados à face corada, os olhos úmidos, turvos, brilhando com um desejo confuso.