The Last Vampire On Earth

Werewolves and vampires have been at odds for generations, fate brings together two forbidden creatures who seem destined to be together. When the Moonlight pack Alpha king, Davien, comes upon a vampire princess named Hera who is about to die from exposure to the sun, he performs an act of selflessness and saves her life. A strange and powerful bond emerges between them, refusing the hatred that has always existed between their families. Davien's feelings for Hera become noticeable but their growing affection comes along with doubt and opposition from fellow werewolves and vampires.Hera, weighed down by the misery endured by those she loved, fights with her affections for Davien. "I can't seem to forget about the vampire princess that I saved." She has mixed feelings towards the Alpha King because of her boosting affection for him and her undying devotion to her vampire family. Some of the werewolves mistrust Davien's judgment and loyalty, and this causes friction among the pack. At the same time, Hera faces opposition inside her own clan, where an ambitious vampire challenges her right to reign. Hera finds herself in the heart of a violent power battle, and she must decide whether to reclaim control of her vampire clan, or to establish a new path alongside Davien. Meanwhile, Davien has to consider the threats he's ready to accept for the cause of love and peace, in light of the obligations of his leadership.Davien and Hera's love becomes stronger, and they decide to travel together in an effort to end the centuries-long war between the werewolf and vampire communities. Will their love be one of the many casualties of the ongoing conflict, or will they be able to face the challenges ahead and prove that love conquers all?

"You are my wife only in paper. You will never be my mate." Ace said to her as tears rolled down her face. Ofcourse she knew he was forced to marry her, just like she was. But she hoped someday he will warm up to her. Why did he hate her so much when she was also forced into this marriage? Everyone is blaming her for not siring an heir yet for the southern pack, but what no one knows is that he has never laid a finger on her. They sleep in separate rooms. So why can't he just stand up to his father and ask her for a divorce so that he can be with the woman he truly loves?

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.

I transmigrated into a trashy, tragic romance as the vicious side character. By the time I arrived, the story had already reached its ending. I had caused the female lead to lose her SAT opportunity, and my two older brothers forced me to my knees. My eldest brother, Lucas Sherman, beat me mercilessly with a stick. He hissed, "Slap yourself 1000 times before you can get up." My older brother, Charlie Sherman, threw a bottle of pesticide at me. He spat, "Someone as vicious as you should just die." I let out a cold laugh and picked up the pesticide bottle, downing it in one gulp. Lucas and Charlie turned pale with shock. "Are you insane? You actually drank it!"

Aku bertemu dengan seorang pria yang selalu mengikutiku kemanapun bahkan pada malam hari ia berada di dalam kamarku, aku seperti mempunyai stalker dan aku tidak tau bagaimana dia masuk kedalam kamarku. Yang aku tahu dia adalah vampire.

An indebted businessman Sid Matthews had his life sorted with his girlfriend of seven years. A badass twisted woman Sana Menon from a broken family and messed up past. She was a woman no man likes to dream of— far away to be the dreamgirl of any man— dark, strong head and not so innocent. But when the ideal, beautiful goodgirl Bella Watson steps in their lives, Sana's only comforting world seems to be crashing down. Bella is your perfect novel girl— a beautiful, bubbly and innocent girl every man wishes for. What will happen when Sid will be drawn towards the girl like every other men. Whom will he choose as his last love? This is not your random romantic novel.

Before my crazy grandmother died, she gave me three walnuts. According to her last wish, I cracked open the first walnut on my twenty-fifth birthday. Inside the walnut was a slip of paper. 'Go to the skybridge and grovel at the first beggar you meet' was the instruction written on it. When I looked at the note, I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Still, I did as told. To my surprise, the beggar turned out to be an undercover cop. Only later did I learn that I had long been targeted by human traffickers, and the bow had saved my life. As for the second walnut, my grandmother told me to crack it open before I got married. When I put on my wedding dress, ready to marry the policeman who saved me, I happily opened it. This time, there was a crumpled old photograph inside. In the photo, my fiancé was smiling as he strangled another bride.

For years, Vampires and Werewolves has coexisted peacefully, despite both supernatural species naturally and genetically designed to hate each other. When Seline Atwood's pack is attacked on a cold winter night, she is embittered and confused. Driven by a thirst for revenge, she decides to devote her entire life to training in order to bring down Ferrara DeMarco, the much-dreaded vampire king who's responsible for her grief. The plan is simple. Seduce and stake him to death. But when she gets to know Ferrara for who he really is — a caring, loving and yet, lonely king — and not the monster he's been painted out to be, she falls in love with him. Is there a chance that he wasn't the one responsible for the attack on her pack? Most importantly, is there a chance that their love could sail through the storms of complications and enemies on it's path?

La nuit de sa cérémonie du compagnon destiné, Selene, la fille de l’Alpha, bien que trop faible pour se transformer, subit la plus grande humiliation de sa vie. Gavin, le fils du Bêta, la rejette devant toute la meute en choisissant une autre comme compagne. Rejetée par son père et raillée par son peuple, Selene est exilée dans les Bois Interdits, abandonnée à une mort certaine sous les griffes des loups solitaires. Mais la mort ne veut pas d’elle. Adrian, le froid prince de la Cour Écarlate, la trouve ensanglantée et brisée. Vampire craint par les loups, il la sauve pour des raisons qu’il ne parvient pas lui-même à nommer. Attirée dans son monde d’ombres, Selene découvre entre eux une attraction dangereuse… une force qui défie les lois de la meute et son propre cœur brisé. Selene doit choisir entre le monde qui l’a rejetée et le compagnon sombre et puissant auquel le destin l’a liée. Mais dans un royaume de trahison, de sang et d’amour interdit, le destin n’est jamais simple.

The day I found out I was a match for my dad—stage four leukemia—I bailed. Mom tore the world apart looking for me, but yeah, she had to watch him go. After that, she drowned herself in research, built a name, even adopted this perfect little angel. We crossed paths again at some fancy leukemia conference she was hosting. I was on the demo table. She took one look and scoffed. "Charlotte Stein, not the time for your crap. Get up and go." The host blinked, stunned. "Dr. Cooper... you know this cadaver?" She actually laughed. "What, she paid you for this stunt?" The host turned ghost-white. "M-Miss Stein passed three days ago..."