Sylvia Sherwood Novels & Stories

"Little wolf, I'm sorry, but there is pack business to be dealt with." Raven's phone interrupts our fifth anniversary dinner. As his mate and Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, I have grown accustomed to such disappointments. But when I discover his "pack business" was to comfort his dead Beta's widow—his former flame Astrid—my perfect world begins to crumble. *** Sylvia thought she had everything: a powerful position as Luna, a responsible and loving Alpha mate, with only her inability to conceive casting a shadow over their happiness. But Astrid's calculated manipulations shatter these illusions one by one, pushing Sylvia toward an abyss she never saw coming. The man she thought loved her unconditionally repeatedly chooses another, and even her fertility struggles seem to hide darker secrets. "You're still my Luna," Raven whispers, his touch both familiar and foreign. "Nothing has changed." "Everything has changed," Sylvia responds, her voice breaking. "You chose her over me, again and again."

“Fall for me in the same way I loved you, so you can feel the pain and despair you put me through, before I take your life.” ~--~ Sylvia’s world revolved around her husband, Duke Alec Winston. For a lifetime, she gave him everything despite his infidelity. But in the end, when she wasn’t necessary for his plans, he plunged a sword through her flesh without a single parting word. That should’ve been the end. Yet Sylvia finds herself regressed, back to her ten-year-old self living in the slums of the Rezine Empire. With the lingering sting of betrayal in her heart and the memory of dying imprinted in her mind, she decides to eliminate the source of her misfortune while atoning for her past life’s sins. Even if it means going against known and hidden powers within the empire. To start, she needs allies worth their salt and the backing of her family, the duchy of House Lundren. But despite her knowledge of the future and a lifetime’s worth of experience, Sylvia soon realizes that she knew so little. For there are secrets she’s yet to discover, stories she’s yet to hear, and prices yet to be paid. After all, a human living past death over and over is nothing short of an anomaly, and a power that can grant it won’t come for free. Death wasn’t the end. For Sylvia, it was the beginning. And a curse.

I'm the Alpha King's daughter. When I was 16, my father chose four werewolves as my future mate candidates. They are from the affiliate packs and have Alpha blood running through them. When Dad was gravely injured, he asked me who among them I wanted to be my mate. After giving it much thought, I chose Leo Martinez, the werewolf with whom I was the closest, to be my lifelong mate. However, three months into our bonding, strange wounds would emerge on my body. On the other hand, my cousin, Sylvia Campbell, who sought shelter at my house, became prettier. Thereafter, I encountered various hurdles. I even failed my pack trial, for which I prepared with so much effort. But Sylvia, with skills below par, managed to join the elite Silvermoon Strike Force alongside Leo. I stayed back in the Dark Hunters pack, licking my wound. Half a year later, I encountered an ambush while on a hunt and died on the spot. After I died, my soul refused to disperse. I saw Sylvia and Leo pull out a Moon Goddess statue wrapped with thorny vines from under my bed. They laughed wickedly at my dead body. "Sylvia, thanks to your trick, we managed to cancel the Moon's blessing with the witch's curse and switched your and Elena's fates. Now, no one stands in our way. The pack is in our hands." Never would I have thought my gentle, obedient cousin and my mate whom I grew up with, would team up to harm me. When I reopen my eyes, I've returned to the day Dad asks me to choose my mate. I dig out the statue beneath my bed and thrust it into the beast enclosure. Since Sylvia loves controlling others' fate, she shall face the consequences for doing so.

My husband's childhood sweetheart was diagnosed with a terminal illness. To fulfill her last wishes and let her experience the warmth of family, my husband, Aaron Turner, gave her my necklace. He even let her claim my birthday. Even our son started calling her "Mom" in private. He told me, "Chrishell, Sylvia is dying. Just give in to her, will you?" Whenever I asked him to spare even a little time and affection for me, our son, Lucas, would rush to speak on their behalf. "Mom, didn't you always teach me to be generous? Sylvia is dying. Why do you always make things difficult for her?" Over time, I stopped asking for anything at all. Then one night, I overheard my son speaking to his father after returning from the hospital. "Sylvia is so gentle and graceful. I wish Mom could be more like her." Aaron chuckled and affectionately brushed his hand over our son's hair. "Your mom may be a little strict, but it's all for your own good. Since you like Sylvia so much, how about we let her be your godmother?" So even the child I risked my life to bring into this world didn't like me. I lowered my gaze, quietly closed the bedroom door, and pretended none of it had happened. Since they were both filled with such regret, I'd leave quietly and give them what they wanted.

The room falls silent when the butler of the Sherwoods places the DNA test results on the table. In my previous life, the real heiress, Phoebe Sherwood, is so greedy for wealth that she forces me to stay in the slums in her place. Later on, the Sherwood family is accused of money laundering. Their whole business empire collapses. Meanwhile, after news breaks that my poor parents and I win a lottery worth over 100 million dollars, someone targets and murders us. We die with hatred in our hearts. Now, in this life, Phoebe suddenly acts as if she's gone crazy. She throws her arms around our impoverished adoptive mother, whose clothes are covered in patches. She says, "I'm not leaving! Rosalyn is spoiled and delicate. She can't handle hardship. Let her stay with the wealthy family and enjoy a life of luxury. I want to stay with my parents and fulfill my duties as their daughter!" She cries pitifully, but when she turns around to sign a document severing ties with the Sherwoods, she can't suppress the smile tugging at her lips. My adoptive father is so moved that tears stream down his face. "Get out of here! The daughter we raised ourselves is the thoughtful one. We can't afford to associate with an ungrateful wretch like you!" The Sherwoods frown as they look at me. They open their mouths as if to say something but ultimately remain silent. My face devoid of any expression, I look at my adoptive family before turning and walking toward the luxury car. "Dad, Mom, let's go home." Phoebe is clueless. She doesn't know that in my previous life, I was the one who bought those winning lottery tickets.

Sylvia Frost and Victor Rothwell's wedding had been postponed 33 times. This time, it happened on the night before the ceremony. She was struck by a car and left with 19 broken bones. She was rushed to the ICU three separate times before her condition finally stabilized. Once she was strong enough to leave her bed, she braced herself against the wall and shuffled into the hallway. As she reached the corner, she overheard her fiancé speaking with a friend. "Last time it was drowning. This time you used a car. That gets you another two months. What are you going to do next?" Sylvia's blood turned to ice. Victor stood there in his white coat, his phone turning slowly in his hand. "No more delays." His voice remained flat.

When Sylvia Reed postponed our wedding for the fifth time, I found a pregnancy test report in her bag and decided to force the issue. Then I saw a trending local post. A woman rolled up her sleeves, baking cookies. Beside her, a man bent down to tease a child. One look was enough. I recognized the scar on her wrist. It was in the exact same spot as the one Sylvia got years ago when she took a knife for me. The scarf draped over the man's shoulders was one I'd custom-made for Sylvia. Our initials were stitched into it. The sight burned. I thought about how Sylvia had been glued to her phone lately, and how I'd heard a baby crying through it. Ten minutes ago, she'd sent me a voice message. "Luke, something urgent came up at the company. I can't make it back to try on the suit with you. Maybe we should postpone the wedding again? Next year. We'll definitely do it next year." But I'd already waited seven years for this wedding. I took off my groom's suit and cut it to pieces. Then I wiped my eyes, pulled out my phone, and dialed a number I hadn't called in seven years. "I'm short a bride for my wedding. Interested?"

Celeste Sherwood was very troubled. As a werewolf, she had been waiting for her wolf to surface. But her twin brother's wolf came first. What the heck? If they were born at the same time, shouldn't they shift at the same time? Fine. She could live with that. But why did her twin brother start to run away from her? And why did he pin her against the floor like that? To her further bewilderment, the needy guy she worked with was actually a secret werewolf hunter? But why did he not kill her when he was already suspicious of her? And who was that new wolf in the pack? What on earth did he want? Celeste was overwhelmed. Her life was full of secrets all of a sudden. She wondered if she could handle them all…

Travis Spencer was an Alpha, who accidentally slept with a woman, in heat! He hated women and kids the most but soon after a baby was sent to his house, claiming that he was the father. He didn’t want to believe it at first but in the end, he had to admit it. Sylvia Campbell was a poor girl, who had a one-night stand with a beastly man, who left her pregnant and now she had a son. To survive, she became the nanny of Travis’s daughter. But one day, When Travis had to take over his pack, he had to marry someone. And other than Sylvia, he had no woman in his eyes From here on, their contractual life began, but the secret of their past lives made them hate each other to the bones where they never want to see each other ever again.

Alpha Sherwood called me fat, barren, and boring — in front of hundreds of witnesses. Just a year later, I’m unrecognizable. He isn’t. There’s a secret I’ve been carrying since one reckless night with a stranger I never expected to see again — and an ultrasound photo I can’t afford to let anyone find. My family sold me once for an alliance. Now they’re selling me again — to Alpha Jason Salford, a man hiding behind a wheelchair and a lie his own grandmother helped him tell. He has no idea who just walked back into his world. Or what she’s hiding beneath her dress.