The Cursed Holy Sword

He rejected his fated mate. She cursed his true love. Now, fate wants its revenge. Selene was supposed to be nothing—an omega twin, destined to live in her sister’s shadow. But when Alpha Lugh rejected Ayla and chose Selene instead, Ayla did what no fated mate had ever done. She cursed Selene, erased her identity, and cast her out into the human world, ensuring she would never be remembered. For years, Selene lived a life that wasn’t hers, raising the child Lugh never knew existed. But curses don’t last forever. When Lugh finds her again, he doesn’t recognise the woman in front of him—yet his wolf does. The pull is still there. And Selene? She gradually remembers everything. The lies. The betrayal. The destiny stolen from her. Now, she returns not as a forgotten Luna, but as something far more dangerous—a woman once scorned & now knows her worth. Lugh may have defied fate once. But can he defy her?

Roxanne has always been the weakling all her life. Her brother rejected her and her mate also rejected her just because she was weak. But what they did not know was that Roxanne was a very powerful wolf whose abilities were sealed off by her mother because she would cause terror if her abilities awakened. Would Roxanne actually kill everyone and cause terror when her abilities awaken?

Even being Alpha's daughter, she was a weak werewolf, beauty without power; it became her retribution; she was just a trophy that everyone wanted to own. She became someone's obsession. She had a fiance who wanted to make her cheese pieces in his plan and a father who looked upon her as nothing but trash. Her fiance and her father wanted to cage her; they made her feel like nothing but a pathetic werewolf, She was helpless against her fate, but everything had changed when the beast, the God of a monster, cruel, bloodthirsty Alpha, attacked their pack on her wedding day. Once again, fate changed the path of their goal. When a blood war occurs between love, obsession, and destiny, what will happen?

“Fuck off, Azrael!” I snapped despite the crippling fear coiling tightly in my gut. “So you're a mouthy brat with me but a wet mouse with the others?” Those cold, green eyes narrowed. “I'm the one you should be afraid of, Saphielle, me. You do not know what I'm capable of.” ~ ~ ~ Everyone dreams of getting into ‘Velmorne Academy’ but it was exclusive to only the Elites. Only those at the top attended, you know, the 1% kind of rich? Yeah, exactly. As for the rest of us? We attended regular colleges or universities. So when I got accepted, I thought it was a miracle—It was a trap. Eight weeks in, the bullying started, and everyone hated me. And the dreams…strange, violent dreams began messing with my mind. I want to go home, I need to leave this place and its fucked up hierarchy system. And worst of all? Azrael—The Alpha prince—has made me his special prey. I don't know what he wants from me. It makes no sense. He stalks me. Saves me from bullies. And then, he bullies me. I fucking hate him. He's the bane of my existence yet, I keep provoking him. But the more our paths crossed, the more I’m convinced there was something strange about this school—about him.

"Push your cock in!" Ayra spoke, gawking at Alpha with the burning fire. Sweat of fright crawled within his skin, in the freezing cold night. Alpha Athen stared back blankly with an obvious hesitation flashing in front of his eyes. He hasn't yet forgotten how his ex turned to ashes as soon as his cock slipped into her. Acknowledging the limitations of his touches, he began to develop feelings for her. The carnal urge to pin her to the wall or take her down, left him restless and agitated. Will the Cursed Alpha ever be able to F**k the love of his life?

"What's your problem?" Morgana asked, frustrated. "You don't get it. You're like the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I seriously can't let you go. I mean it." Drake replied, his eyes scanning everything that would be his to explore after she says 'YES'. "You're being creepy, you know. Want us to get violent? Cuz I'm all for it." She wasn't loosing her cool now. Drake just chuckled at that. "You know there's a way to solve this." He said. She rolled her eyes, but he took it as a clue to move on. "Let me kiss you." "What!" "I'm serious. If you surrender yourself to me for five minutes and you don't feel like you want more of me, I will get off your back." He said, faking a serious expression. "You're crazy." "You're curious." "Shut up!" "Try it. The best way to get rid of me. Cool deal." He coarsed. After a few minutes of contemplating, she finally agreed, folding her arms across her chest and closing her eyes. How cute, he thought staring at her. "If you disturb me after this, then you're dead." She said, wondering why he hasn't gotten the clue that she's ready. ........... One minute..... Two...... Three....... Four..... five..... "Why did you stop?" Eyes misty and breath ragged, Morgana's gaze continued to hold his own. His smirk made her realized what had just transpired. Damn it! "Baby, five minutes are over. It's up to you now. Should I continue?" He asked, his hands still playing a few magic to keep her in mood. "There are so many stuff we would explore together. Believe me baby, you're gonna enjoy them." He added, seeing how she was about to get herself together. "You asshole!" She cursed. "What did I do?" "Go on." "Hmm?" "Kiss me." She glared at him, but reached for his lips this time. The damn CEO is a good kisser and this cat couldn't resist the temptation.

The darkest paranormal love story!!Imara Parker is a witch condemned to die over and over again. Ben Logan is a werewolf who would do anything to stop that from happening. When the cruel hand of Fate binds you to the one who damned you, finding your soul mate is a curse.When Ben Logan meets the woman of his dreams, he thanks the Fates for blessing him until he finds out she's been marked for death. But the harder Ben tries to hold onto his mate, the quicker she slips through his fingers.In this time traveling dark romance, you'll be visited by familiar characters from the Tessa's Wolves Universe as they try to help Ben and Imara break the curse and finally live out their lives together in peace.

Anita has always wanted a mate, one that will save her from all the pain and torment she receives in her pack. But finds out on her 21st birthday that the alpha of her pack, the cause of all her pain and torture, the murderer or her parent, was her mate. Not only did he reject her, but he sold her away as a gift to the most feared lycan. Rumours whispered that Orion was cursed by the moon goddess, having lost two previous mates in brutal and mysterious circumstances. Everyone expected Anita to meet the same fate, lasting no more than two weeks in his pack. But Anita defied the odds, surviving over two weeks under Orion's rule. And then, something unexpected happened. Orion, the feared and ruthless lycan, began to worship the ground Anita walked on.

Rosemary is an orphaned werewolf girl with extreme gifts. Taken away from her childhood friend Jesiah who is destined to become the king of werewolf’s. Forced to train to become an assassin for the Vatican to kill their eternal enemy Lucifer. Rosemary finds herself in the middle of romance between Lucifer whom she was sworn to kill and Jesiah her loving mate. Enjoy! Excerpt - With my eyes closed, I stretched my arms to feel silky sheets all around me. Coming to, I remembered blacking out near the river so why am I feeling silk and pillows?!? I shot up and took in my surroundings. I noticed a dagger on the wall. Is this another one of Enora’s drills? I thought feeling confused. Then the flood of memories from the past night hit me. I killed her. I killed hundreds of wolves in training. The realization began to sink in and though they were vile creatures and Enora treated me less than an animal, I felt guilt. Guilt that I gave into the monster they created in me. The nuns, the Order, Enora. They never wanted me alive because they cared for me. They didn’t train me and push my power for the purpose of helping protect myself or others. No, they wanted to use me. The empty angry void in my soul was because of them. I was never nurtured in all my time at the convent nor Enoras prison. I was completely unloved. Though I needed so badly to burst into tears, I couldn’t bring myself to cry. Lost in my thoughts, the door to my left began to open and before my host could walk completely in, I grabbed a chunk full of hair on the top of their head and put my dagger to their muscular neck.

"Will you reject me?" I asked lowly, ignoring the huge lump that had formed in my throat. I could only fight back my tears as they burned my eyes. His green eyes were like orbs of ice, piercing into my soul. It was glazed and cold, yet seemed to have a lot of secrets hidden in it. "Reject you?...I am cursed. You won't survive being my mate. I advice you kill yourself before I do it myself." He muttered silently and walked away immediately. Ella was the alpha's daughter. She was the supposed heir and first female Alpha of the pack after her parents failed to bear another child, but her life went sour. She was abhorred, rejected, and termed a demon by her father and entire pack after she murdered her mother on the day of her supposed first shift. Her life became more hellish as her father got another woman as his second mate and also abducted the Beta's daughter. She believed her finding and meeting her mate would bring the end of her suffering, but when she was faced with her fated mate, the cursed Lycan prince who stared back at her with contempt, irritation and hatred, her last hope became bleak. Ella was thrown into his arms as another prey to be devoured and everyone believed it was a death sentence. She was his third mate and next to get killed by his beast just as his curse demands. But when no one expected it, the unimaginable happened.