Sky Clans

Meeting and being associated personally with the moon goddess brings one a lifetime of misfortunes. That’s what they all believed. The goddess is good, but they shouldn't be seen by mere creatures like them, or else that would be bad news. The wolves first experience their first turns when they reached the age of eighteen. But the night before his eighteenth birthday, Morgan Muller unexpectedly met with the next moon goddess. They made a promise to meet again someday but after this, his so-called misfortunes started. He wasn’t able to turn at the age of eighteen, the enchantress diagnosed him to be mateless and it was also, later on, found out that his wolf had left his body. The brilliant boy’s life turned three hundred degrees as his father, decided to not passed down the pack to him. Years later, a beautiful woman descended from the sky on a night of a red moon and this changes everything.

I was the Alpha's lost bloodline, raised far from home. I was thin, pale, and covered in ugly scars no one wanted to look at. Lucia Abbott was the pack's jewel, carefully raised and fiercely protected. She was beautiful, powerful, and loved by everyone. Before she fell from the cliff, her soul scream tore through the entire pack. "Lyla joined the enemy! She tried to kill me!" No one questioned it. After all, who would believe a filthy lone wolf over someone as pure as moonlight? My fiancé chained me to the ritual altar. My father lit the Moonfire Trial fire with his own hands. The flames burned through my wolf spirit, ripping my memories apart and forcing them into the sky for everyone to witness. It was a public execution offered to the entire pack. But the truth was worse than death. It was slow destruction, carved piece by piece.

An Alpha? 😀 Yes—an artistic one. But this time, it’s not him. It’s her. Ayla Cross, a tattoo artist who thought she had escaped her past. But no Owner of The Runed Den, she spent her nights inking stories onto other people’s skin, never realizing her own was hiding one. Until the night he walked in. Kian Vale—a mysterious stranger with eyes like liquid silver and a voice that carried thunder—came seeking a tattoo that matched the mark from Ayla’s dreams: a sigil of power older than any pack legend. When she inked it onto his skin, something inside her awakened. Her tattoos began to move. The moon itself seemed to breathe with her heartbeat. Now hunted by two rival werewolf clans, Ayla learns the truth: she is the Runed Luna, the lost heir of a bloodline thought extinct, born to command the ancient runes that shape reality itself. But every mark she draws binds her closer to Kian… and to the curse that could destroy them both. As shadows close in and bloodlines clash, Ayla must decide: Will she rewrite her fate in ink and moonlight— or be consumed by the story written beneath her skin? Unknown to you. Unknown to me. What could happen next?

The first born son of the Laird to the largest clan on the boarder is one of three identical triplets. But nobody really knows which one was born first! So who will rule? The king will decide. Or will he? To keep peace in the highlands and unite the boarder lands the king feels all three men must have a clan to rule. Since all three are unwed, he chooses brides for them that will result in each of the triplets having a clan to rule and a wife to create heirs with. Assuming the laird named his first son after himself, the king weds Griogair to the second daughter of the clan to the west. He and Eliana would stay on MacInnis land, uniting it through marriage with the MacDonald clan that stretched from their boarder to the west coast. He wed the remaining brothers to clans that had only women as direct heirs. Padraig to the widow Fraiser and Alasdair to the young Isobel whose father owned the land on the east coast. But the men have other ideas. This is a game the men have played since they were small. Padraig tosses a silver coin and his brother's nod, instantly swapping identities as smoothly as taking a step. Will anyone notice they have each chosen their own wife? Just as nobody knows which son was first born, few can tell them apart. Certainly not the emissary or clergy sent by the king! But when the truth comes to light, will it all unravel?

In the Nightfang Clan, Asha Ravenshade is a ghost. she is a "living curse" born of a forbidden union between an Alpha and a condemned witch. For twenty-two years, she has survived on scraps and shadows, her burgeoning magic suppressed by fear. But the moon has a different plan. Everything changes during a border ambush when Asha finds Kael Varynx, the cold and lethal Alpha of the rival Silvercrest Clan, bleeding out under a broken oak. One touch of her hand triggers an explosion of moonfire that heals his fatal wounds and awakens a bond that shouldn’t exist. The verdict: Mates. Accused of treason by her own pack and hunted for the power she doesn't understand, Asha is traded like a political pawn to the enemy she just saved. But Kael is a man of strategy, not sentiment. While the mate bond pulls them together with an agonizing intensity, a centuries-old prophecy begins to unravel the world around them. As the Blood Moon approaches, Asha’s true identity is weaponized by the man who hates her most: her own father, Alpha Darian Blackthorn. With two clans on the brink of war and a land reacting violently to her presence, Asha must choose: Will she remain the ash of her father’s sins, or will she become the Moonbound queen destined to bring the Alphas to their knees?

The betrayal that made him a monster. The lie that could destroy him. Once, Henry was gentle, ruled only by his love for Emalia. Then, he found her with his brother. The kind Alpha heir died that day; the merciless Alpha Henry rose in his place – breathtakingly fierce, chillingly dominant. Eight years of icy hatred later, Emalia reappears, marked for death. Despite his loathing, Henry cannot let her die. He drags her into the gilded cage of Sky Pack, determined to shield her only so he can show her the hollow ruin she left behind. But proximity is poison. The fire between them rages, hotter than hate, deeper than memory. And as they circle each other in a dangerous dance, the shadows stir with the chilling truth: her betrayal wasn't what it seemed. Unearthing it could be the final blow that breaks them both.

No one has seen his face but everyone has heard about him. Where ever his name is called, the result is absolute and complete destruction. He is known to wipe out an entire pack in just few minutes, and never ever has been there a survivor to tell what exactly happened there. Sone say he attacks Alpha's, others say he targets rogues. But no one knows who will be his next target. They say sky gets covered by dark clouds before he arrives and thunder strikes the ground he stands. The werewolf council declared him the most wanted wolf in the entire werewolf world with the order of kill in sight. If only they could get him in sight. With sight of an eagle, speed of lightning and roar of thunder. He was the most powerful wolf ever known to exist. He was the thunder wolf. Or should I say she?

She was a free bird who wanted to fly in sky like a carefree bird but now she is caged bird who was struggling to get out of that prison. she tried a lot to break this prison but her destiny was sealed with the devil who only wanted to destroy her completely without any mercy. she didn't know why she is getting this unbearable punishment????? why she was being caged??? she did know nothing. she sacrificed herself for her only family, her father. saving her father, she loose herself. A devil brutally snatched her pure identity and shoved a new tainted identity on her face. Now she was living her new tainted identity, but she wanted to run away from there where she can live with her pure identity because she hated herself and her new identity as "Mistress".

Every werewolf in the Blood Shadow Pack knew one thing—Nicholas Pendle, their Alpha, loved his Luna more than anything. When I complained about the summer heat, he led his warriors to conquer the Blue Lake Pack, just to build me a private summer retreat. When I longed for romance, he lit the sky with fireworks and said, "Julie, I swear to the Moon Goddess, I will never betray you for as long as I live." He planted roses for me with his own hands, then stood before the entire pack and vowed that I was the only one he would ever love. He had my name carved into every corner of the pack, and he granted me equal power—his Luna, standing beside him as his equal. But just now, from his briefcase, something slipped out. A lace dress, one that wasn’t mine.

I followed an account of a couple that was not very popular but was very sweet. The account recorded every detail of the account owner and her boyfriend. They would argue over a plate of pasta and then look at each other and smile, playfully calling the other person a child at heart. They would hug tightly under the starry sky on a mountain top and say that they wished time could stop at this moment. Although the account owner never showed her face, I was still touched by her captions. The account was updated again the day before I was getting married. [Ten years of love ends here. From now on, he's just her husband, and I'm just her best friend. This account will no longer be updated. I wish my best friend and her beloved man a happy ever after.] The photo showed my fiancé, Josh Clark, and me, taken from behind.