The Branded Swordsman

"Don't move!" Coming home late from work, I was sneaking a shower in the shared bathroom of my rental when a warm body suddenly pressed up against me. His rough palm clamped over my mouth, pinning me against the cold tile. He held me there against the damp wall, his skin burning hot against my back as he let out a low, gravelly threat. "My guys are right outside. Just try and scream." Instead of panicking, I leaned back into him, shifting slightly. I tilted my head back and breathed softly into his ear. “So… you want everyone hear? I don't mind… we can give it a try.”

Two souls, forged in suffering, would collide in a dance of darkness and desire, testing the limits of love and redemption. Their paths meet when Asher's sister becomes the target of a predator, and Kaidën sees an opportunity for justice. As they navigate their dark worlds, they must confront the demons that haunt them. Will Asher's desire for protection and Kaidën's quest for vengeance spark a twisted romance, or will their shattered reflections destroy them? *** “You killed my mother.” Asher's voice trembled with fury. Kaidën's smile was cold, almost mirthful. “Who gave your sister to her husband who sold her to pay off his debts.” “I watched you murder her in cold blood!” Asher’s fists clenched around the gun he held pointed at the killer, memories of that night flooding back. Kaidën leaned closer, a sinister smile creeping onto his face. "I remember begging you to look away. But you didn’t. Did you enjoy it, Asher? Watching the woman who shattered your world writhe in agony? Or would you prefer to keep that little secret buried deep? Ah, but don’t answer that. Come, help me gather the pieces of your father's remains. It’s time to tidy up this little mess." Asher’s eyes widened in horror, realization crashing over him like a wave. All this time, he had been unaware that he was not only a witness to his father’s murder, but had watched it unfold until the very end, just like he had done that night when he watched his mother’s murder. Nodding, he picked up the severed hand of his father—the same hand that had beaten and broken him until his skin grew numb to pain. ‘Oh, sweet Emily, if only you could see our father now. How the mighty have fallen.’

I thought I would be beaten and broken forever. It was the curse of not shifting. Without a wolf, I was no better than a human to my pack, an omega. I was there to serve and clean up after them. The only light in my life was my boyfriend, Jake. At least, he was until he decided to sleep with and mark my sister. When all hope was lost, and I was ready to make my escape, my life was turned upside down. The Lycan King was known to be cruel and heartless. He had slain thousands, ruled with an iron fist, and was now searching for his mate. Turns out, being a human was the least of my worries….

On the day that I returned to the country, Lola Lawson, the one who was once the love of my life for ten years, sent me a picture of a baby. She told me to think of a name and meet her at the city hall to register the baby, as she had prepared a welcome-home gift for me. So, I rushed over with bags full of baby supplies. But when I arrived, she and her girlfriends were bent over with ridicule and laughter. "I told you! Even though he was gone for a year, he's still a loyal lapdog! Just a wave of my hand and he'd even be willing to raise someone else's kid for me!" She sized me up with mocking amusement. "Kevin Sheraton. How could you still be this naive? Just one joke and you come running?" They laughed without any restraint, calling me names and hurling insults, saying I'd do anything for Lola. But when I walked past them and took a number to register my own child's birth, and later wrapped my arm around my wife as the three of us took a family portrait, Lola's eyes were completely reddened with tears.

For ten years, Isaac was my fated mate. My Alpha. My future. Then, on the eve of his Alpha Ceremony, he chose another she-wolf to be his Luna, Chloe. His reason? She was wild and free...everything I used to be. "We are FATED MATES!" I screamed, my hand flying to the mark on my neck. "How can you defy the Moon Goddess? How can you just throw me away?" My wolf howled through our bond, trying to make him feel my pain. The backlash should have crippled him. But he didn't even flinch. It wasn't a real mark. Just a lie, painted on with magic. A trick to chain me to his side. My legs gave out. I hit the floor, a raw sob tearing from my throat. When the tears dried, the grief turned to ice. I stormed the Elders' Council and demanded they sever the bond. Then, I did the unthinkable. I chose his cursed uncle, Vincent. Isaac laughed. He thought it was a pathetic game to make him jealous. He had no idea. The Elders had already named his uncle the new Alpha. He didn't understand his mistake until he saw me crowned Luna on Vincent's arm. Only then did he come crawling back, begging for a forgiveness I would never give.

Pernah terpikir oleh kalian akan memiliki keluarga penyihir? Dengan berbagai sihir, praktek sihir dan segala macam petualangan sihir yang mengagumkan. Pasti menyenangkan, bukan? Aku, Dannies, hanya anak biasa yang tinggal di panti asuhan tua. Dua saudariku, Helyna dan Helea, mereka adalah penyihir. Ini adalah ceritaku. Cerita tentang aku dan keluarga penyihirku.

SAMANTHA VELASCO, edad na dalamput apat na taong gulang. Pumasok ito bilang Isang NBI Agent ng Black Stone upang matulungan ang mga taong naaapi. Taglay ang kasungitan sa katawan, lalo na pagdating sa mga lalaki. Ngunit hindi matatawaran ang angking kagandahan. Isa rin ito sa mga babae na labis na hinahangaan ng mga kalalakihan. Ang papel niya ay imbestigahan ang mga nangyayaring krimen sa bansang pinaglilingkuran. Nais din niyang mabigyan ng katarungan ang pagkamatay ng kaniyang kapatid na babae. Sa patuloy na pagtanggap sa mga mission at paghahanap sa taong pumatay sa kapatid at Ama ay hindi niya inaasahan ang makadaupang palad si Mr. Brayn Corts. Sa bawat pagkikita nilang dalawa ay para silang aso at pusa na hindi magkasundo. Sa bawat mission na magkasama ay palagi silang nagbabangayan dahil magkasalungat sila sa buhay. Kung baga parihas silang ma-pride at walang gustong magpatalo. Sa dalawang taong pinagtagpo ng maling panahon, may mabuo kayang pag-ibig sa kanila? Abangan!

"menikahlah denganku!" Kata kenzo dengan tenang. Dahi Mirai berkerut tajam " apa kau gila?" "Tidak! Menikahlah dengan ku dan aku akan menjanjikan kehidupan yang lebih baik untukmu. Menikah dengan ku tidak akan membawa kerugian untukmu."

A teenage boy who becomes alpha and king at such a young age. He has power that another werewolf would never have it. The Lycan. But he can't control the Lycan monster in his body. Before he turns eight teens, he has to be able to control it, or that monster will control him, and Lyall will lose forever. At that critical moment, he knows that only his mate can save him and make him control his Lycan by killing his mate. What will he choose? Will he choose to kill his mate or kill her to not lose himself?

was sixteen years old when he was first killed; when he stood on Matthew's chest, his best friend, blood spurted from all over their bodies so that it was an exhausting and even battle between them until Matthew at last gave way to victory. Jaden breathed out, feeling the fires of hell all around him. His palm shook over the sheath of his sword, recalling that nightmare that steals sleep from his eyes: the moment he was kneeling on Matthew's chest, raising his rusty dagger, reluctant to take his soul, his eyeballs shaking turbulently and his chest rising and falling at an exhausting pace, and Matthew grabbed his trembling palm and led him towards his chest containing the dagger. Empty not to retreat, not to coerce and relieve him from his hell, but to kill him and prove to everyone that he will no longer be the prey. On that day, everyone around him was waiting, waiting for him to retreat in order to pounce on them, the mighty king's monsters, who made a vow to himself to turn his life into hell from the moment he was born and did the most heinous things.