Skeleton Flower Myth Novels & Stories

“Spread wide for your king, darling. Don’t be shy,” I urge her, pressing a delicate kiss to her knee. “B-be g-gentle,” she stutters, her face turning red. “Of course, love. I am a gentleman after all.” I’m not lying. She just doesn’t know I’m never a gentleman in bed. … My fated mate framed me for murder, then got my best friend pregnant while I rotted in a cell. Blind and broken, I thought death was my only escape. Until the Lycan King stormed in, ignored my perfect sister, and claimed me instead. He’s hiding something darker than his reputation. Every bride before me ended up dead. In a past life, I’m the one who cursed him. And now I’m cursed to die at twenty-two, the same age I once cursed him. He needs me to fall madly in love. Only then can he kill me and break his curse. But with the way this mad, possessive king touches me… I’m terrified I’ll beg him to ruin me first. … Warning: Contains explicit content, very dark psychological themes, and intense bickering. If you enjoy a thrilling plot, maddening tension and a sexy daddy who is unfiltered and obsessed, by all means… Dive the f**k in.

Zareth Vale's life was a life of rejection: rejected by her father, ridiculed for being wolfless, but loved only by her sister who was later to the  most powerful Lycan King in the land. There was one problem, however. Before the wedding… Zareth had already spent a sinful night in his bed. And now she’s carrying his child. Zareth refuses to ruin her sister's happiness, and vows to take  the secret to her grave. However, on a sacred heir ritual, the power of the Lycan King recognizes her unborn baby, rather than his Luna's, which reveals a betrayal that tears the kingdom apart.  Soon she was hated by the palace, falsely accused for killing the princess' wolf, and rejected by the one who marked her, Zareth loses everything, including her  baby. However, when the facts are revealed, it could be too late. Because the mate the lycan king had  cast away only has thirty days left to live.

“I’ve got you,” His free hand finds my waist again, keeping me anchored. “I won’t let go unless you tell me to.” My breath hitches but I don't move away, still fixing my gaze back at him. Water droplets cling to his eyelashes and his hair is slicked back from his face, his blue eyes reflecting the moonlight. Fuck. He looks so dreamy and beautiful and utterly unguarded with me. I wonder if I look the same to him too. Gently, the water laps at our shoulders, cool against my heated skin that is burning for his touch. Our eyes are still locked on each other, our faces merely inches apart. I want him. I want him so much that I don't want to stop wanting him. This pull between us has tortured me long enough and for so long, I have fought it. Restrained it. But now, I am done fighting it. Without warning, I cup his face and crash my lips to his mouth, shutting my eyes and damning the consequences. He takes in a sharp breath, an adrenaline of desire rushing through me like wildfire at the sound before he pulls me flush against him, his lips kissing me back with a hunger that instantly fuels the fire blazing through my veins. My hands move up and fist into his wet hair, tugging at the strands and drawing out a pleasurable groan from him. He wants me. He craves me just as much as I crave him. And I am glad we're both on the same page of this temptation. ~ They stole my powers, murdered my loved ones, and killed me. But now, I am back for vengeance—and the Lycan Prince is mine!

What happens when the Lycan king finally finds his mate? But who is she? Where did she come from? A love fated from the beginning.

After being discovered with nothing on her back as a baby in a pack she was not sure she was born in, Branka was treated as the lowest Omega all her life. Beaten down and always trashed. All things got worse for her when they discovered that she had no wolf. Tired of life itself, she tried to commit suicide times without number but she just wouldn't die so she gave up on life even though she was still living. Her having a mate was the last thing she ever thought would happen to her. And not any ordinary mate, the Lycan King who was as brutal and ruthless as he was termed to be. What fate does her life hold?

When Emma’s fated mate rejects her to marry the Alpha King’s only daughter, she thinks losing him is the worst betrayal of her life. But then he destroys her family’s pack and dares to offer her a place—as his secret mistress. Her answer? “I’d rather warm your father’s bed than be your dirty little secret.” Adrian Blackthorn—the Alpha King’s father—is a ruthless, dangerously charming Lycan with the kind of power that makes enemies vanish overnight. He never touches the same woman twice… until Emma crashes into his world with vengeance burning in her eyes. What starts as revenge spirals into an intoxicating game of dominance, secrets, and forbidden desire. But behind the passion lurks a deeper danger—because in this war for love, loyalty, and power… someone always bleeds.

How long can a heart survive when it’s shattered daily?How much pain can a soul take before it forgets what it means to be whole?On my 21st birthday, I was supposed to find my fated mate.Instead, I was rejected—publicly—because the Alpha’s heir was in love with my sister.But fate didn’t choose her. It chose me.So he married me… and punished me for it.He beat me when I spoke.He beat me when I stayed silent.Every bruise, every scar was a reminder—I wasn’t her.And I’d never be enough.“Pretend to be her,” he’d whisper in the dark.Then he’d use my body like it didn’t belong to me.They called me a curse.The daughter of a slave.An Omega mistake who stole her sister’s mate.I was forced to watch him worship her, protect her, love her—while I was left bleeding in shadows.Until one night… I ran.Into the arms of a stranger, I finally felt what it meant to be touched with care.One night of freedom. One night of peace.Then I found out I was pregnant.And the child isn't my mate’s.What happens when he finds out?Will he let me go—or make me pay for escaping him?And what if the stranger from that night… is more than just a memory?

They don't remember her name. That's fine. She remembers everything. Sera Ashveil has spent four years being the most forgettable wolf in Ironveil Pack. Lowest rank. Smallest room. First one awake, last one anyone looks at. She scrubs floors before dawn and swallows Moonveil root with her morning water and counts exits in every room she enters. She's not surviving. She's waiting. She doesn't know what she's waiting for. Until the night Alpha Caius stops mid-ceremony, turns toward the back wall where Omegas stand, and says two words that crack four years of careful invisibility straight down the middle. "You. Come here." And then the stranger arrives. He comes with no pack, no rank, no explanation. Just gold eyes that find her in a crowd like she's the only thing worth finding, and a stillness that makes every wolf in the room step back without knowing why. He doesn't speak to her. He doesn't have to. Her wolf — silent for so long Sera had almost stopped listening — wakes up for the first time in years and says one word. Not his name. Not a welcome. Just: *Run.* Sera doesn't run. She never runs. But the stranger doesn't leave either. And the questions he carries — about her scent, her blood, the thing inside her that has no name in any pack record — are the same questions that got her mother killed four years ago. Someone erased Sera's kind from history. Someone is still making sure they stay erased. She thought she was the last of nothing. She was wrong about that. She was wrong about him too. "The Alpha's Forgotten Omega" is a dark wolf romance about a girl who was written out of the story —and the war she starts when she picks up the pen.

"I will take her in exchange," Alpha Dante declared, and the ball room instantly quieted down, and all eyes turned to the said girl. Whispers filled the ballroom, although it was rather useless since everyone could hear them clearly with their heightened senses. Rhea, the object of discussion, stood there in tattered clothes, confused and seemingly lost. She never wanted to draw so much attention to herself, but here she was with everyone's eyes on her because of a single statement from one man. "I am sorry, Alpha Dante, you must be mistaken, that is not my daughter..." Alpha Collins said but was rudely interrupted by Alpha Dante. "She is the one I want,” Alpha Dante said coldly. “Give her to me or forget about our deal.” ***** Born a mix of blood, half vampire, and half werewolf, Rhea was neither considered a werewolf nor a vampire. Just someone who wasn't needed. Someone who shouldn't exist. Someone whose existence was an abomination. Her father's absence in her life and her mother's passing rendered Rhea homeless, nowhere to go, and no one to turn to. She is forced to fend for herself from an early age, serving as a maid in the packhouse despite being hated and scorned by all. Dante, an alpha whose path had always been painted Scarlet, cursed by the moon goddess, walked a lone and bloodied path. He never asked for a mate and never wanted one after all. He was cursed by the very entity their race worships. He never thought he needed one until he met her. For the first time, he felt his heart waver, his silent beast stirred in the presence of another and definitely not out of hostility.

She was born a slave. He was born a king. The moon goddess bound them as mates. Now the world will burn. Eighteen years ago, Sena was sold to Alpha King Aldrian, a wolf-less healer bought for her body. The cruel king took her every night, obsessed with her, yet treated her as nothing. When Sena gave birth to a daughter, Aldrian refused to acknowledge the child. Lyra was raised in the kennels, a bastard slave told she was wolf-less and worthless. But the moon goddess had other plans. Two days before her eighteenth birthday, Lyra discovered she carries two wolves merged as one. The white wolf, a creature not seen for centuries, is her mother's dormant wolf given to her by the moon goddess. Before she can understand her power, Lyra is falsely accused and sentenced to death. That is when the old man limps out of the shadows. He is Kael, the Lycan King of the Northern Territories. He is not old. He is thirty years old, scarred from a past heartbreak, hiding behind a disguise. He has been searching for Lyra for years. Mate, her wolves whisper. The bond snaps into place, golden and unbreakable. After years of suppressing his desires, Kael's hunger is unleashed. He will protect her. He will claim her. He will burn anyone who tries to take her. But Aldrian will not let his slave go. War erupts. Assassins hunt them. A woman from Kael's past returns with a scheme of poison and seduction. Lyra must embrace the white wolf. She must fight for her freedom, her love, and the future she was always meant to have. The twin moons have aligned. Lyra is no one's slave anymore.