Subterranean Shunning Grounds Map Novels & Stories

They call it Area Alpha 101. It doesn’t appear on the world map or the satellites, but it’s rumoured to be there. It’s unofficially the largest continent on Earth, but the humans aren’t educated on it. Only the top shots in the governments and monarchies know about it, but have kept it a secret from everyone else. No-one answers questions regarding it. People have been quoted saying that they tried to get in, but they only hit a barrier. This barrier is said to be invisible, yet you can’t see what’s on the other side. For centuries, no-one has been able to get past the barrier, and those who try, come away ‘bewitched’, or so it has been reported. You know what the funny part about this is? There are literally signs that say “NO HUMANS ALLOWED” just a distance away from the ‘barrier’. You can imagine the insane theories that the human civilization has come up with in regards to what they imagine could be behind the barrier. The biggest guess as you yourself would probably guess is aliens; but that’s just it – NO-ONE knows what’s behind the barrier. Except me that is. Or so I thought.

My Alpha, Damon, and I grew up together. Our fated mate bond ignited the second we stepped onto the grounds of the Wolf Elite Academy. He looked at me, his eyes soft, and told me he had a surprise for me at the Academy’s New Moon Festival. He said I had to come on stage. My heart raced as I walked toward him. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding me tight. He told me to close my eyes and wait. The next second, the lights flared to life. I saw another Alpha’s daughter standing before me, a pair of silver scissors in her hand. Snip. My long hair had always been my pride. Now, it lay in ruined clumps on the ground. The hall erupted in the excited howls of the pack. His laugh was the loudest. The most cutting. The next day, he found out I was dropping out of the Academy. A wave of his uncontrolled Alpha power slammed into me. "You're leaving? Over a game?" I turned away calmly. "Yes."

"I'm not the pet woman you can marry on the grounds of love at first sight. You're very wrong if you think so!" -Valencia Addison "I did love you at first sight. If you don't believe it, then I can only prove my sincerity." -Asher William Xander Valencia Addison is a woman the Addison Family picked up after being stranded in Broughton Country and losing her memory. She was constantly tortured for no reason, making her hold many grudges until she met a mysterious man named Asher. An unexpected fate makes Vallen suddenly married in just one night. She, who did not accept her status, with a man who claimed to fall in love at first sight, made Asher give a bet. "If I can make you fall in love with me in one year, then you must accept your status as Mrs. Asher!" "I accept your challenge. But if my feelings are still numb for you, then stay out of my life!" For the sake of revenge, Valen accepted the marriage. How will Valen get her revenge by using her identity as Mrs. Asher? Then, who is Vallen? Why is she receiving unwarranted torture from the Addison family? Will Asher be able to conquer Vallen's vengeful heart?

To attract more potential customers, my wife decided to join the cycling community. During the two months I was away on a business trip, she posted new cycling routes every single day on the map and became a well-known cycling socialite in the local scene. A neighbor suddenly sent me a video. The location tag pointed straight to my backyard. [Dude, your wife is something else. Already found herself a riding partner? Looks like the bike’s not the only thing getting ridden.] In the video, an unfamiliar lace panties hung on the handlebars of the bicycle. The lush grass swayed rhythmically, with an undulating figure occasionally peeking from behind it. I dialed her number. “What are you doing?” She squealed, “I’m out for a ride, honey. I’ve been landing a lot of high-quality clients lately. I’m working really hard to make money!” “Oh?” I smiled. “With your body?” I tightened my grip on the phone and enunciated each word, “It’s pretty dark in the backyard. Want me to turn on the lights for the two of you?

The book contains explicit sexual and gay contents. From an abusive mate to an unexpected death, Trivia is born into a new world of mystery, and desire this time, her body craves the touch of not one, but three dangerous alphas: her gay fiancé, her bisexual Lycan king, and her seductive hybrid. But with a twisted past, dark secrets, and a possessive ex-husband on her heels, can Trivias embrace her new life without losing herself—or her heart?” * An arranged marriage? Keeping my secrets hidden? Doing as the council of elders wanted? Making my mother happy? Trying to keep my gay status hidden? All those were nothing but crappy lies. I saw her, I wanted her, and I had to find something to say. I had to find a web to have her all tangled in. I wanted her to be mine. Even if I had to go down to the dirt, down to the grounds, into the mud, and even lower than the earth, Into hell, just to make sure she was mine, I certainly would. Losing her wasn't an option; indeed, she had stolen from me. My heart… she stole my heart. Mi LADRONA.

"What Is Fate, Alpha Of Alphas?" Fate: In the heart of the training grounds, the Alpha of all Alphas stood, his presence commanding and his aura crackling with electricity. With his black hair billowing behind him like a cape, he fixated on a mysterious figure that materialized before him. As his eyes transformed, reflecting the colors of his father’s Wolves, his Beta’s urgent question fell on deaf ears. Without hesitation, he aimed his wolfsbane arrow at the target, his wolf battling for control. Against the pleas of his inner beast, he released the arrow, piercing the heart of his prey. The aftermath left him shattered, consumed by guilt and sorrow. But Fate had more in store for him. As he knelt, broken and weeping, his Lycan roared within him, demanding answers. The Alpha Of Alphas, rising to his feet, faced the lifeless form before him. Tears streaming down his face, he addressed his Beta, speaking softly of the cruel twist of fate that had befallen him. Forty years without a mate, only to be granted one by the Luna Goddess herself—a fierce Tiger, and not just any Tiger, but his sworn enemy. And then, a voice emerged from the shadows. A child. Fate just got a whole lot more badass.

I was diagnosed with Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy. In half a month, I would be dead. The day I received the diagnosis, I decided to give up treatment and donate my body to the Central Research Institute after my death. Through the mind link, I reached out to my brother, whom I hadn’t seen in six years, hoping he would help me sign the papers. He sneered and cut off the link without any hesitation. With the Spirit Severance Donation Contract, a formal waiver of my right to have my wolf spirit returned to my pack's sacred grounds after death, I crossed countless territories alone to the high-ranking city where he resided. He had been promoted to commander of the Silverfang Patrol, basking in glory. He casually signed the document without even looking at me, then said with chilling indifference, “Don’t ever come to me again. Given how ungrateful you are, I can't be bothered to give you a proper burial." I nodded lightly. “I understand.” He did not know that the money for his treatments in the past years had come from me. Now, there were only seven days left until my death.

It has been fifty-five days since my fiancé cut me off. I called off the wedding I'd waited eight long years for. All while he was caring for his childhood sweetheart, who was battling depression and seeking peace at a remote retreat. He even had the historic chapel—a local landmark called the Aethelred Sanctuary—closed to the public for six months because of her. And me? I was left to face the swarming reporters, hounded from one place to the next until I had nowhere left to hide—all because he disappeared without a word. Out of options, I went to the retreat to find him. But he turned me away, saying I would disturb the quiet and sanctity of the place. In the bitter cold of deep winter, I collapsed outside the gates, barely holding on. When I woke, I saw him—Jonathan—planting an entire garden of roses on the grounds, every bloom a declaration of love. Six months later, he finally left and returned home with his childhood sweetheart. The roses they had planted now filled what was supposed to be our wedding venue, from floor to ceiling. I watched them, cold and unmoved. What he didn't know was this—I was already engaged to someone else.

An unknown hybrid alpha and a proud, conceited Alpha...becomes a fated pair, seems like a mistake made by the goddess. She was playing way too much. He was proud, he was prideful, he was looked upon by his subjects, he was the Alpha of the Black shadow pack, Jett, never for once thinking chaos would come knocking on his door till his pack was attacked and he was conquered by a fellow Alpha, how disgraceful! Kneeling there on the muddy grounds, his hands tied behind him, Jett refused to bow to any man born of a woman. But as he gazed around, his harsh eyes landed on his pack members, surrounded, wounded, while other laid on the ground dead. Jett had no choice but to surrender or watch everything he had worked so hard for crash to the ground. Taken to the enemy pack, Jett stayed low. Would he fight to take his land back or would he remained a subject to his enemy pack? Would he destroy everything that Alpha holds dear or would he let himself fall into a pit called love especially when that Alpha turned out to be his mate. Follow Jett as he fought the mate bond and his feelings while trying to avenge his pack. FATED TO THE DEMON ALPHA!

It's 11:30 pm. Home alone, I decide to order some takeout. When the map shows the delivery guy is zero miles away, I receive a call from him. I pick up, only to hear unsettling silence from the other end. I hang up, annoyed. The next moment, the guy texts me, "Sorry, I'm hearing-impaired and unable to speak. I called to notify you to pick up your food as soon as possible. I can't explain things over the phone, and I apologize for that." Then comes another text. "You must've been waiting for a long time. I've left your order at your door, so please pick it up as soon as you can." Just as I prepare to open the door, I see bars of live comments—reminiscent of livestream chats—floating right before my eyes. "Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!" "He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!" "Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."