Slan Berserk

Phraea Chelsey Bautista was the epitome of perfection - top of her class, professors' favorite, and stunningly beautiful. Despite having it all, she felt a void in her life. Her boyfriend and brother seemed distant, and no one truly understood her. That was until the night she was kidnapped. Waking up on a remote island, Phraea's world crumbled as she faced her captor, her fate hanging precariously in the balance.

After a plane crash, I found myself on a deserted island. I had no knowledge of wilderness survival, nor did I have a Swiss Army knife. I started with nothing but my bare hands and a delicate woman by my side. The harsh nature, the despicable survivors, the savage primitive tribes, they all want me die? Be it nature, witchcraft, or elves, watch how I rebuild a civilization on this deserted island.

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, "Lycan Healer" is a riveting love story that explores the capacity of love to break down barriers and mend broken hearts. The story follows two people whose paths unexpectedly cross in a world where racial tensions between races have reached a breaking point. Luceethe Arco, as a Healer, was born into a lycan-eating race. In spite of the rivalry and hatred between their clans, Luceethe loves the Lycans unconditionally. She wants to keep them safe. She wants them to grow and dominate the land. She believes the Lycans are the superior race, but her race won't agree to this. Obsessing over the beasts, she let herself be caught by them so she could see up close the lycans she fantasized about. .... Winston Luca, alpha of the lycans, forces Luceethe to mate with him because he believes it will negate her power and harm the "healers". But instead of losing her abilities, she went berserk and destroyed the entire prison where he had imprisoned her. Winston intends to slay Luceethe because he fears she would destroy everything or hurt his pack, but instead, he encounters a dejected woman sobbing on the floor. He then observed her power deteriorate as she collapsed into a coma. Three years later, Luceethe woke up and found herself with a Lycan husband and a lovely two-year-old son. He said, "You're finally awake, my dear wife," which brought confusion to Luceethe. "Did I become your wife?" "Yes, thank goodness you're back." "Why suddenly do you speak dearly of me?"

He rejected her when she didn't know what he meant to her. He left her when she needed him the most. He left her broken and alone in the claws of this cruel world. But now he’s back to claim what’s his. Will she accept him now? Read story to find out about his REJECTED LOVE…. My mate. So weak. So pathetic. I have a weak and pathetic mate. He thought as he looked at her with disgust and displeasure in his eyes. Just like me, when I was human. She is a human! I don't want a mate. I don't want a weak and pathetic mate! She can't fix me! She's nothing! Screw this! His thoughts were going berserk with the rushing flashes of his past. He tucked his hand roughly through his hair in an unsuccessful attempt to stop the replay of those horrible evocations. He laid her on the small grass patch at the side of the deserted road. She was half-conscious, so she could hear him. "Hey!" He said, jerking her pale face gently. Blood was covering half of her face but she was still looking beautiful in the moonlight. The sparks weren’t going unnoticed as he reminded himself that it was just the mate-bond. He was determined in his decision and he wasn’t going to change it. The girl opened her eyes slightly and with that, he did what he thought was right at that time. "I, Kane Wilson, reject you as my mate!" He said, with all the strength he could have mustered in his miserable state of emotions and with that, he left her there, feeling extreme pain in his heart. But he pushed that pain aside and ran from there at his maximum inhuman speed. Away from her!

After receiving the news that her husband had died during a mission, my sister-in-law collapsed from the shock. When she woke up, she'd lost her memory. She clung to my husband and refused to let go. Our husbands were twin brothers. The doctor said she couldn't be triggered, so my husband and mother-in-law sat me down and begged me to play along until she got over this. Every time I brought it up again, they shut me down. "This is only until she gets her memory back!" So I watched as my husband and his widowed sister-in-law eat, sleep, and live under the same roof. Even our daughter could only stand by and watch her cousin call him "Daddy". One day, my daughter spiked a high fever and wouldn't wake up. I begged my husband to take us to the hospital. Unexpectedly, his sister-in-law went berserk over it and threatened to kill herself. In the chaos, I was stabbed in the heart by the scissors she swung around. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the day my husband agreed to play the role of a substitute husband.

Everyone in the social circle of Kingsford said I was nothing more than a lapdog raised by Charles Mankin. I was always at his beck and call. I did every filthy, ludicrous thing for him under the sun. When he street raced, I rode shotgun. When he drank himself senseless, I made him hangover soup. When he chased girls, I prepared protection for them. Over time, everyone knew: Charles had a dog who never ran, never bit back, no matter how hard he kicked. They all said I must be madly in love with him. Even Charles started to believe it. So he pushed further, more freely, more cruelly, crossing lines as if they never existed. Then came my twenty-fifth birthday. He, in a rare stroke of mercy, said he'd celebrate it with me. But instead, what he got was the news that I was leaving the country. He went berserk, charging through the airport like a man possessed. I peeled his fingers off my wrist one by one, smiling like I'd never been happier. "Don't be stupid," I told him, still smiling. "That was never love." That night, Charles smashed apart his family home like a rabid dog.

When the earthquake hit, I found myself buried under the rubble, barely clinging to life. My wife, Meghan Hudson, charges into the collapsing office building without hesitation. However, the person she rescues is Gerald Parker, the new technical specialist at my company. Even as she hurries away with the rescue team, she doesn't spare me a single glance. Severely crushed and bleeding heavily, I'm rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery. Yet, Meghan pours all her care and attention into Gerald, who barely has a scratch on him. In the end, I'm completely disheartened and pull out the divorce papers. Meghan goes berserk and tears them to shreds, thinking I'll give in like I always did. What she doesn't know is that this time, I'm truly exhausted.