The Last Daughter Of The Moon

Exiled for a mistake, Ivory Wells navigates a lonely life. Seven years ago, a betrayal by Darrel Williams led to a tragic accident that injured the future Luna. Forced from her pack, Ivory faced a harsh reality - expulsion, lost love, and the struggle to raise a child on her own in the human world.

He's broken, and eaten by anger. Marcus heart was already occupied by grief and pain because of what the Rogue packs did to his beloved mate, Ertha. And one thing he only wants is to get revenge and wait for the time when he can surely make the Rogue packs vanished in the entire Werewolf world. But he knows that he will not be able to accomplish this easily, not until he met one of the werewoman that the Rogue packs most cherish and love. He do not care even how precious she is on her pack, because he will use it for the downfall of her family. But then, can Marcus be more selfish than this? Can he be willing to sacrifice a great of his happiness just to bring his enemy down and finally destroy them forever? Can he kill Cassandra after what they have been together? Is it going to be true love or revenge? Is it going to end bloody or happily?

The Storm Pack were cursed by a witch. For the first two weeks of every month, they wont be able to shift into human forms. They will roam as wolves. But then as they start getting threats from another pack, they knew they needed to fine a way break the curse. And the only way was for Alpha Decker to go to a witch who was hell bent on getting revenge on his people for the death of her best friend. He had just two weeks to convince her to help him. How easy would that, considering it was her late best friend who laid the curse, and the hate and anger in her heart?

They said the weak never survive the trials of the Bloodfang Pack—but Lyra did more than survive. Marked as the runt, mated to a ruthless Alpha who cast her aside, and betrayed by a jealous rival, Lyra’s life ends in poison and disgrace. But death is only the beginning. Reborn into the mysterious Moonshadow Pack—home to rogues, mystics, and wolves shunned by society—Lyra is given a second chance. As ancient powers awaken within her blood and forgotten secrets stir in her mind, she begins a journey not just of survival, but of domination. But the past refuses to stay buried. When Alpha Kade, her former mate, returns begging for forgiveness, Lyra must face the choice between vengeance and fate. As enemies rise, hidden bloodlines are revealed, and a war brews among the packs, Lyra must become what she was always meant to be: Not the weak omega of old, but the queen the moon chose. Betrayal forged her. Love will test her. Power will define her.

“Now take your bastard daughter and get out of my sight! If you ever step foot into this mansion again, you will die!” Elsa Boseman’s thunderous voice sounded all over the room. Her lips quivered as the tears streamed down her cheek freely. “No..mother in-law, please! I’m innocent!” She cried from the floor where she was kneeling before Elsa Boseman. “Leave, you slut! Take this bastard and get out of this place!” She heard Mrs Taiwo’s voice and her tears increased. “Guards! Guards! Take her out!” Dotun's provoking voice sounded all over the room. “No..I’m innocent, please don’t throw me out! Mother in-law!” She cried as she rushed over to Elsa Boseman. “No.. mother, I have nowhere to go!” She cried as she knelt before the two women. She was pulled up by the guards along with her daughter who was still crying uncontrollably. As she struggled with the men, she took a glance at Daren who was sitting dejectedly on the long couch with his head bowed. “My love, I'm innocent! Please don’t let them throw me out! Daren!” She shouted with her full strength but he remained silent and didn’t look in her direction. ** The rumbling of thunder could be heard as the rain continued to pour down mercilessly. Her lips continued to quiver and her body trembled as she wrapped her one year old daughter in her bosom. She thought of everything happening in her life at the moment. She had been accused, betrayed and rejected by the family she had worshiped all through the years. She looked at her daughter who was now sleeping peacefully in her arms and she sighed. “I will make them pay,” she said as flashes of lightning appeared in the sky.

Nathalia a twenty four year old werewolf was not the typical werewolf everyone knew of. Being born deaf was already a hindrance but having to be kidnapped bu rogues who attacked her pack the very young age of six was more trouble for her as she had to try her possible best to survive. Enduring the torture and pain from the rogues which normally could have killed her if she was a human. As she stays where she had been kidnapped and made a slave another fight breaks where she was by another band of rogues which allowed her to be able to escape from the slavery and pain she had found herself in for a very long time. The only fear that hit her was if she could run out of there in time and if she was going to be able to survive in another world where she wasn't used to. What even makes her bother even more is when her wolf comes into contact with the scariest and unwanted Alpha everyone feared. He was her mate and she was in-between the verge of rejecting him and scouging the world in her own but then again did she want to keep spiralling the world with no control and direction to her life?

She was born an omega, and they said that meant she was weak. In the cold heart of the Blackridge Pack, Elira lived like a shadow—beaten, silenced, and used by the very people who should have protected her. Even Kael, the Alpha heir she believed to be her fated mate, only ever whispered lies and left her to bleed when she became inconvenient. But death didn’t claim her. A Lycan King did. Lucien is feared across the realm—cold, ruthless, and untouchable. Yet when he finds Elira broken and left for dead, he doesn’t turn away. He saves her. And in his quiet strength, she sees something she never had: respect. Safety. A future. He offers her more than a throne. He offers her the chance to become something more than a discarded omega. But to wear a crown, Elira must rise. She must face the pack that shattered her, confront the mate who betrayed her, and stand as the fierce queen she was never meant to be. Because the moon doesn’t choose the strongest. It chooses the one who survives—and rises.

Channary always believed the Moon had blessed her. Born to an Alpha family, she was destined for greatness. So on the night of the Blood-Moon Unity Festival, a gathering where newly made wolves seek their fated mates, she was certain that fate was on her side. But as the blood-red moon bathed the night sky, her life took a dark turn. Drugged and mated against her will, Channary was left abandoned in The Grove, shunned by her pack and disowned by her father, the Alpha. Years later, Channary lives four packs away, raising her twin daughters in secrecy, piecing together a quiet life as she leaves the past behind. But as her daughters’ school project awakens their curiosity about their family roots, Channary's carefully guarded walls begin to crumble. Reluctantly, she attends a meeting with their teacher, where an unexpected encounter brings her face to face with a man who claims to be her mate—the one she’d sworn never to forgive—and the father of her children.

(Sequel to The Vampire King and his Omega) I was the daughter of Luciana Archenbow, the Killer Queen. The heir to two species, but I belonged to none. I was a witch. The most powerful witch in existence to be exact. My mother was the prophesized savior of her kind and my father’s, I was the result. Powerful magic had seized my body and made me its home, but that was the thing about power. It never asked permission and never sought forgiveness. No one could have prepared me for my role to play in this world. For I had the inkling that I was never meant to be its savior, like my mother. Until I met, him. Levi Emmerson was the embodiment of cool swag and hundreds of years of experience. A wizard of great caliber that could maybe save me from the demons within. All I had to do was dive deep and pray that love would be enough.

"Brother, please spare my life!" Sera cried out. She kneeled and bowed down to show sincerity but her brother's eyes did not show any emotion. "There is no mercy for traitors, Sera. That's the family motto, remember?" Xander's voice was stern and filled with contempt. "I didn't do it! I don't even know what the Duchess looked like!" She was desperate but none of her family members even tried to listen to her. "We shouldn't have accepted you. The prophecy was true when it said that you will only bring tragedy to this family!" Her father's voice was filled with rage. All her life, all she asked was to be acknowledged. All she wanted was to feel the warmth of a family. Was it too much to ask for? "I wish I was never born," she mumbled. "Prepare to die, Seraphina. This is the punishment for taking my mother's life." Xander lifted his sword and drops of blood splattered when the blade cut through Sera's head. "Sera!" Seraphina jolted when she heard her mother's voice. Her eyes grew wide when she saw the familiar small room and she immediately touched her neck to confirm that her head was not severed. What happened? Why am I back to my ten-year-old self?