Silent Fear

Following the murder of Roman, the Alpha and Keeper of the werewolves, the werewolf community is plunged into a state of fear as they hide their identity to survive. With the werewolf race in danger of extinction in a modern world, the moon goddess chooses a hero from amongst humans. Blessed with the werewolf side of the late Roman, Calvin faces rejection by the werewolves. He has to find a way to be the hero he's expected to be. And what happens when his wolf mate and soulmate are two different women? In this adventure, Calvin seeks to make peace with his new wolf side, while trying to cover his dark past.

When a young girl named **Emilia** moves to an isolated, fog-drenched city in search of a fresh start, she quickly discovers that something is terribly wrong. The streets echo with silence, residents vanish without a trace, and time itself begins to twist and collapse. As doors appear in places they shouldn’t, and her own reflection begins acting on its own, Emilia realizes she’s trapped in a place that is not just haunted — it’s alive. Each chapter peels back a new layer of horror: shadowy watchers, eerie apparitions, underground tunnels, and ghostly echoes of past inhabitants. But the real terror lies within — the city seems to feed on fear, loneliness, and the feeling of failure. It reflects Emilia’s own anxieties back at her, warping her reality into a trial of the soul. As she searches for meaning, and later for escape, Emilia uncovers the city’s sinister purpose: it traps those most vulnerable and forces them to confront their darkest selves. With the help of other survivors — some real, some echoes — she must navigate psychological mazes and make impossible choices to survive. But survival isn't enough. Emilia must transform — not by escaping her fear, but by embracing it. In doing so, she becomes something more than a victim of the city. She becomes a guide, a witness, and eventually, a keeper of the door. *Trapped in the Hollow City* is a suspenseful, haunting exploration of inner demons, resilience, and the eerie beauty of choosing to become — even when the world seems built to break you.

You see in the world I live in, there are many supernatural creatures with werewolves presently being at the top rank, next come the vampires, then the witches, and then you have my kind, the humans. We are the lowest in the ranking having no supernatural ability. With witches being almost extinct because the vampire army almost massacred them all, there was little to protect the human race from the wrath of the vampires. You see the witches were always on our side, but now fear has pushed them to live in isolation in the deepest parts of the most dangerous of forests. Long ago, we had an agreement with the werewolves and vampires in order to keep the peace. The rich humans would live a comfortable life with no fear of being eaten by the vampires and the poor were taken as slaves or used as breeders too keep the blood supply up. The vampires were the real threat to the human race. They used to be the most powerful before the werewolves took over. No one knows how the werewolves suddenly became more powerful than the vampires. It's almost as if it happened over night. They became the supreme rulers of the world giving them the highest rank. They wanted power, so they took it. Humans and vampires now serve them. I was born into this world. A world of monsters. I was 15 years old when the war started. I was taken as a slave to be bought and sold to the werewolf lords. However, I have a plan. I will make them pay. They will all pay for the pain they put us all through.

The day before my wedding, my daughter and I got into a car accident. My daughter died instantly, and I was left with broken legs, condemned to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. When Spencer Ford found out, he rushed us to the hospital, his actions frantic, almost out of control. In the midst of my pain, I overheard a conversation between Spencer and his assistant. "The car's been disposed of. Lorelei will never find out that we tampered with it. But I'm compelled to ask… Rowena was your own daughter. Was it really worth it, losing her for Melanie? "When Rowena was dying, she was calling for you to save her… I could hardly bring myself to do it." Spencer remained silent for a long time, the tension in the air thick. Then he slowly exhaled a plume of smoke. "Melanie's pregnant. I won't let anyone compete with her child for the inheritance. And all of this is Lorelei's fault. She brought it on herself."

Anthony Lake, my wealthy fiance, falls in love with Lila Hart, a blind professional dancer, and insists on breaking off our engagement, even though I am the heiress of a powerful family in the region. To preserve the alliance between our families, I seek out renowned doctors to treat Lila and set the stage to support her comeback. However, she accuses me of humiliating her and insists on jumping into a river to prove her resolve. Ten years later, my former fiance has taken control of the region. He swallows up my family's assets and drives us to the brink of suicide. "This is the price you pay for killing her!" Then, I open my eyes, and I'm back in the moment where Anthony publicly confesses his love to Lila. This time, I walk straight toward Shane York, the silent mining tycoon from the northwest, who is quietly sitting in the corner. I wrap my arm around his neck, place his hand on my waist, and command him to kiss me.

"I want you... Wolf," She whispers sweetly, taking my bottom between her teeth and she lightly sucks on it with a moan leaving her lips. She releases my lip, her hands move to the buckle of my slacks and she loosens it. I clamp my eyes shut, leaning my head against the doorframe with a silent plea hanging on the tip of my tongue that I don't lose contro,l and take her like a savaged beast. --- LOVING wolf was like a chaotic thunderstorm engulfing me. He was beautiful, unpredictable, and brutally ruthless. Someone like me doesn't belong in his world. Used as a pawn, I find myself falling into the wrong hands time and time again. BUT I always end back up in the hands that make my body burn with fever, my heart pound with desire, and my blood boil, with contempt. He is my Wolf, and I am his Red to our screwed-up fairytale love story.

“I Alpha Jeremy Brooks reject you Lilith Gutierrez as Luna. You couldn’t fulfill your duties as a Luna, and I reject you. From now on you won’t be the Luna of Alpha Jeremy Brooks, you won’t be the Luna of Shadowed Moon.” ---- Lilith was the most disadvantaged Beta in her pack and was betrayed by her own Mate and Companion in her pack house. For years she suffered silent abuse at the hands of her mate. Despite the life she lived, she dreamed of two things. She escaped from her silver prison and took refuge in the human world with a Lycan. She unfortunately found a second chance in the Lycan, and she rejected it, but soon regretted it. Her rejection was followed by the terror that almost took her life. It was Jeremy Brooks' mastermind. Now Lilith has a chance to keep her great secret while Lycan must fight to gain her trust and make her accept him as her mate. How could it be? And Why Jeremy Brooks send her a terrors?

Lyla Moreau never was the good girl. When her elder sister, Elowen, had fulfilled all her hopes, Lyla dances all night, wild and wanton. The one night with a stranger was meant to be meaningless and until he marked her. The following morning, she learned the truth: the man, who she had spent night with was Kieran Vale, the rogue alpha, and the mate of Elowen. With a sign of a name he did not know he had left, Lyla remained silent, concealing the secret which would ruin all. However, when she discovers that she is pregnant, it is not possible to hold the truth. Still, between the pregnancy of her sister, the keen sight of the sister of Kieran and a family secret which might break the ties of love to pieces, Lyla has to decide whether she should love, be loyal and survive. Each decision has a price- and not all sacrifices are as heart-rending as she could have ever thought. In a mate-filled, betrayal-filled world, who will she lose, and whose side will she take in the fight?

My husband's beloved lover suffered from menstruation complications. A traveling doctor claimed that a fresh placenta was needed to cure her. His gaze fixated on my seven-months-pregnant baby bump. And thus, I was pinned down on the bed as they ripped the placenta from my body. My son was carelessly tossed aside. He didn't even get the chance to cry before his tiny body fell silent forever. My husband pinched his nose in disgust, frowning as he looked at me—bleeding out, feebly reaching for my child. “It’s just a premature baby. He'll be fine after a few days of care. Why are you making such a fuss? Sandra is waiting for her medicine." He left and locked the door behind him without looking back. He claimed it was a lesson I needed to learn. By the time he finally remembered us, my son and I had long since bled dry, our bodies cold and stiff.

She was back. She is innocent and beautiful. She was intimidated. He was ambitious. He is kind and handsome. He falls in love. In the sultry haze of passion’s fire, Two hearts collided, desire unbridled. Their love, a clandestine affair, Igniting flames that danced and swirled. Amidst tangled sheets and whispered vows, they wove a tale of stolen moments, Each touch a confession, each kiss a plea, To drown in the depths of their shared ecstasy. The moon bore witness to their stolen nights, As they traced constellations on bare skin, Their secrets etched in sweat and sighs, A love forbidden, yet impossible to rescind. But dawn arrived, cruel and unyielding, tearing them apart like fragile petals. Promises whispered, promises broken, Their hearts left bleeding, forever unsettled. And so, they became ghosts of passion, haunted by memories of that steamy affair, Their love a bittersweet ache, a silent confession, In the quiet hours when the world ceased to care. For love, once ignited, never truly dies, It lingers in the shadows, a smoldering flame, A testament to the heat of their stolen nights, A tale of love after a steamy affair, untamed.