Threads Of A Curse

I take a step back, ready to change course and leave, but the Lycan King closes the distance between us. He’s dangerously close to me now, his body in full display and sending my whole body aflame. The familiar heat between my legs starts to appear. “Where are you going?” he whispers, his breath hot against the top of my head. “Are you really trying to leave?” I don’t say anything. I can’t. All I can think about is how his length would feel like inside me, and that’s not something I want to linger on right now. I need to focus. He laughs softly. “I know you feel it too. There’s no denying it. You’re mine.” * * * Outcast. Freak. Cursed. These are things that Beta heiress Valeria Ross is used to hearing. After all, with her otherwordly appearance, and her cursed white wolf, she’s bound to be set apart from everyone else. So much so that even her mate who promised her eternal love casts her aside, choosing her much better stepsister as a partner. Deciding that things should end on her terms, she decides to flee her pack. Only to run into the arms of the Lycan King, Ares Ryder, who’s spent centuries looking for his mate and finally found it in her. Now Valeria is faced with a hard choice. Will she stay in the shadows of her family, forever tormented with the sight of her mate with her sister? Will she exchange that hell for a softer one, a life with a cruel King who’s known for collecting women like trophies?

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

Vaelora has always felt like something in her life doesn’t add up. The nightmares are getting worse—fire consuming everything she knows, shadows moving in the smoke, a voice calling her name from the flames. She tells herself it’s nothing. Just dreams. Until the night she meets the twin Alphas. Powerful. Controlled. Dangerous in ways that make her pulse flutter . The moment they meet, something shifts. The air thickens. The bond between them snaps tight like it’s been waiting. And whatever has been sleeping inside her begins to stir. The twins rule their pack with strength and precision, but even they weren’t prepared for her. For the way she unsettles them. For the heat that sparks when she’s near. Because Vaelora isn’t just another mate. She’s the center of something bigger. Older. Darker. As tensions rise and secrets surface, the line between fate and curse begins to blur. The fire in her dreams is no longer just a memory—it’s a warning. And when it finally ignites… No one will walk away unburned.

In Valmere, power is quiet. In the Iron Citadel, power is absolute. When the Alpha King brings his heir into human territory, the fragile peace between wolves and humans begins to crack. Aurelia Valmere has spent her life preparing for anything. Anything except this. Raised to rule with precision and control, she does not question her role—until the wolves arrive without answers, without warning, and without intention of leaving unchanged. Among them is Fenrir. He is everything she is not. Where Aurelia is composed, Fenrir is relentless. Where she calculates, he commands. He does not bend, does not yield, and does not believe in limits—especially not the ones set by humans. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But something has shifted. And whatever the wolves have come to reveal will change more than just the balance between kingdoms. As tensions rise and control begins to slip, Aurelia is forced to confront a reality she cannot predict—and a future she cannot avoid. Because this is not just a visit. It is the beginning of something far more dangerous. And when power meets power, there are only two outcomes: submission… or destruction.

“So you’re a virgin, then.” He says it so blatantly it rattles me to the core. “No! I mean, would it matter if I were?” “I suppose not,” he muses, his gaze shifting back to me. “But when I look at you, I want to violently fuck you until you cannot move for days.” ---- On a hiking trip with a friend, Meara accidently breaks an ancient curse, releasing a powerful Alpha from another time. He wants revenge from who imprisoned him as much as he wants her, and Meara may be the only one who can stop him. But she has a life she isn't ready to give up. And yet, there is no escaping a seductive Alpha and a deadly curse that has been unleashed across her Pack that threatens her life.

Halloween can be a scream, the trick or treaters ultimate dream, on a dark, dreary night. When the dead start rising, therefore surprising, making them take flight. Goblins and ghouls are no fools, your demise they will incite. Before darkness turns to light and rid this terrible fright, read the writings on the rune, about the Curse Of The Hallow Moon.

Outside the wrecked world of the Alphas, one could see the Neverseen, the light that spread about, form by the civilized world that far prime of the Alphas. The Neverseen have long been awake and far knowledgeable than the Alphas. They height above one can ever imagine. So tall that even the Alphas and its subject could comparable to nothing, not even dots. There, one could see the march of Neverseen, or what could be called as giant in the Alphas World. Amidst the march, there's this tiny planet that surround with smoke that distorted about in the outskirt of the way, and comparable only as the dots in the Neverseen's eyes. So nothing that even they were the threat if discover, they able to overcome the changes. Strangely, this dots of a planet connected, by the use of the white strand, to the tiny being that almost seem a dust that vibrated about. This tiny being as a whole that scattered around could fit at the hands of the giant, and can even form a city there and new system. Only if they were awake that they will realize everything. In this time and age, their eyes have never been once open since the beginning of time. They as if sleep for all eternity, or was curse to never awakened! But they have the blood of the Alphas, and even the curse that stop them to realize the Origin, they will to awake in no time!

After being cursed by a witch, werewolves and werelions could no longer shift to their wolves and lions at will. Well, except Rendall and Helia and the question is why? Eighteen years later after the curse, Rendall, the rebellious son of Alpha of the werewolves, and feisty Helia, daughter of the Alpha of the werelions met and they realized that they were mates. Why did the moon goddess let a witch curse her own? And, can an heir of Khron really become the Luna of werewolves that are against her kind?

In the blood-soaked mountain town of Black Hollow, every full moon ends with a body and a lie. Elara Ashwood has lived her life by one rule: never trust a man who knows your scent. Raised by her grandmother after her mother vanished into the forest and her father died in a “hunting accident,” Elara knows the forest is dangerous, and the wolves hiding in plain sight are deadlier. But when strangers arrive during the winter eclipse, the forest screams with fury and people begin to disappear. Among them is Kael Draven, a cold, dangerous Alpha with silver eyes that linger too long on her skin, as if he already owns her. The night he bites her is no accident. Elara soon discovers she is not only Kael’s fated mate but also the one prophesied to destroy his bloodline. Rejected and marked, she flees into the forest, awakening a darker force within herself—an ancient wolf that feeds on fear, desire, and vengeance. The more she resists her nature, the harder it becomes to control. As enemies close in and the moon turns red, Kael hunts her—not to kill her, but because his body, his wolf, and his soul answer only to her. Every encounter is charged with hunger: claws brushing skin, breath against necks, restraint breaking slowly, painfully. Their love becomes dangerous, their desire a weapon. In Black Hollow, the true horror is not the beasts in the forest—it is the one you crave in the dark. And sometimes, giving in to that hunger is the only way to survive.

“Lucien has exhausted my patience,” I said. The wolves flinched backward and a tremor ran through the silverfang forces. “You have ten seconds.” I took a breath. “Nine” *** Betrayed on the very night of her wedding, framed for the murder of the Alpha King, and executed alongside a stranger she barely knew, Princess Mia Esbond expected the story to end in blood. Instead, she woke up at the banquet the night before it all happened. This time, she’s not here to survive, she’s here to burn everything down. Allies will turn into enemies. Enemies will become weapons. And in the heart of it all stands Orion Vale, the infuriating, dangerous heir who might just be the only one she can trust… if she doesn’t kill him first. *** “You wanna know what I've become,” I asked, driving my blade through his neck. “Alpha-Killer should be appropriate.”