Special Strike Rebellion

My twin sister Elena and I were mated to the Alpha twins. Only the first pup born between my sister and me would become the pack’s Alpha heir. My sister got pregnant a month before me and she was supposed to give birth to the heir first, but I went into labor prematurely a month early. But when I was about to give birth, I chose to sit in a chamber filled with special potions that suppresses contractions. Because in my previous life, my Alpha mate Marcus had dragged me into wolfsbane-laced water to delay my labor. In the end, both my pup and I had died there. The agony had been unbearable. I'd sobbed and pleaded, begging him to explain why he was doing this to me. But he'd ignored my cries completely. All he cared about was rushing Elena to the pack's birthing den. "My brother Gabriel died saving my life," he'd snarled at me then. "The only way to honor that blood debt is to ensure his child becomes the pack heir. You can resent Elena all you want on any other day, but not today. Just hold on a little longer." "This is a special potion. You'll be safe and sound. Trust me!" Safe？ I'd suffered in that basement chamber for an entire day and night. My child suffocated in my womb while the wolfsbane poisoning consumed me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day of my labor. This time, I have to save myself.

I always knew that I had to rule. It was written in my blood, as well as my father’s. And my great grandfather. For centuries, my family has been responsible for the monarchy of vampires. Our powers allowed us to drink human blood and then eliminate that memory. In fact, at the time of biting them, we could see some memories of that human. The most relevant of their life. Humans would only wake up the next day in their bed, with a mosquito bite on their neck, not remembering and without even suspecting anything. Although of course, exceptions existed. Wolves had their mates, the sorcerers their connections, and even the sirens had their other half. We were not different, not at all. For each existing vampire, there was a special blood. The donor with only a drop of blood that could keep us active and strong for weeks. In most cases, those people became a couple of vampires. However, not in my family. The lineage should remain pure, so even if I managed to find my donor, as we used to call them, I could only keep it as a lover. Did I want to be a monarch vampire? Of course not. Did I have another option? Of course not. I should not worry about getting my donor, because the statistics of finding them were so small, that even some vampires believed that it was a myth. The only way to find that special blood was drinking from it. And it was impossible to try the blood of all the humans of the world. So many didn’t bother looking for it. Me included. However, I did not expect to meet her in a somewhat peculiar situation.

(Reverse Harem)(Sequel out now as The Werewolf Queen's Daughter) I was an Omega by birth, with an Alpha for a father. For years, he had pressed me to be more, be better. His little warrior. But training and abuse could only take away so many weaknesses. Rebellion leeched into my being. Exact revenge for the little wolf he had harmed in more ways than one. When time came for my mate to find me, fate had other plans. Vampires were our sworn enemies, but Julian was nothing short of a fantasy. Life was finally perfect, until we realized another part of our hearts were left in my old pack. Mikaela. Wolves had never known two mates, yet Mikaela proved everything to be true. But my father had other plans. War lingered within his eyes and a newfound hate for his little warrior. Gone were the days of innocence and bliss. Let the bloodshed begin. Alphas come and go, but a vampire king will reign forever.

Oppressed, isolated and insulted her whole life, Laura Monroe.. The omega, overhears a conversation with her superiors about how special she was. that her abilities were a threat. She was much more powerful than all other werewolves. On a quest to save herself from that wretched life of suffering and isolation, she trains in secret. Enhances her power and works her strength. Life unravels much differently For Laura, she begins to rediscover a side of herself she did not know existed. She is powerful. And she...is mated to an even more powerful man. A tale about power, about love, lust, desire and burning passion.

Aliens are a real thing, they are hidden, they are a secret, but they have their own agreement with earth. They choose humans, ones that no one would miss, hated, forgotten, and abandoned kids, they are sent to a special facility, they are groomed and taught since birth about space, their new life, and their owner/CG/Lover. Violet is one of those kids, born to an addicted mother, and an MIA father, but she never believed in the system, she didn't believe there was someone out there for her, until he came. Now she refuses to let him go, space life would be coming sooner than later. This is a cgl story/fluffy story. Appologies for any misspelling or grammar mistakes.

Disguised as a boy, twenty one years old Layla Monroe hides in the one place no one would dare look for a runaway she-wolf, the Alpha Training Academy. Fleeing a forced marriage to a cruel Alpha twice her age, Layla Monroe chops her hair, masks her scent, and takes on the identity of her dead brother who had been just eighteen. But survival isn’t easy when she’s assigned to share a dorm with the Academy’s most ruthless and desired trainee, Asher Voss. He’s arrogant, sharp-eyed, and far too close for comfort. Worse, the mate bond begins to pull them and there’s no hiding from that pull. As the full moon approaches and Asher’s senses sharpen, Layla must balance gruelling combat training, a growing rebellion in the pack, and the danger of being discovered, not only as a girl, but as the mate of the very Alpha she can never claim. Because if her secret is exposed, it won’t just be her heart at stake, it will be her life.

We were immortals. The Forever Knights. I was a shapeshifter. Collared with a special pendant to be summoned by our alpha. She tried to steal it. But the last thing she expected was for me to turn the tables as soon as we were out of view of my party guests. But she was a thief, a liar, and an imposter. The only thing I wanted to steal from her was what remained of her dignity. And perhaps teach her that I'm not a simple man to steal from. With me there's always a consequence. And she'll pay this one with me between her pretty thighs. We'll see who's the thief then, Little Valkyrie...

She's a nerd who dreamed of being just an ordinary girl but turns out to be a princess? However, is she really a princess who treated with special attention and kindness or the opposite? She was forced to enter the school of gangsters where she will encounter some troubles as a consequence of keeping her secret and meeting the Orvions—the superior of all gangsters. Friends, Family, Lover, or Herself—which among these four she will choose to save, let go of, and sacrifice as she fights against evil? Will she be able to survive 'till the end as she chose to cross the path of danger and misfortune at the end of the road or give up in the middle of her journey?

"Why?! Why must I be married to a beast? a demon? An alien of all things??" The princess said as she started hauling things at her female servants. "Juliet, you must marry the Alien for the sake of every humans. We can't lose any more lives and to stop that, we need you to marry the Alien Prince." Her mother said as she moved closer to the princess and brushed her hands past her hairs. "You are so special to us Juliet but you must help us end this war. Come on, go get some sleep, the wedding's tonight." Book one of the Alien Series

My younger sister had sworn off marriage and children, but as we grew older, she envied me for having both a husband and son. Not only did she demand that I share my husband with her, but she even wanted my son to care for her in her old age. I scolded her for being delusional and shameless. But she held a grudge, and in front of my son, she claimed that I had cut off his chance at inheriting a fortune. He believed her. With one strike, he killed me and then declared to the world that my sister was his real mother. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day my sister refused to go on a blind date. This time, she happily agreed to it and even boasted to me that she planned to have many kids. "Liz Stanton, this time, I'll be the one with a husband and kids." But I had no intention of reliving the misery of marriage either.