Unsterblicher Held （ Unsterblicher Krieger）

Away from the humans region and far deep into the wood is another world entirely. A place where werewolves and mystical creatures resides, a place called woodland. Woodland was divided into four packs and each pack has it's ruler and it's werewolves. Different scents but the same ability. Icy pack, Merry pack , Land pack and lastly wood pack. Out of all this four packs mentioned was a very one which was forbidden to enter. Icy pack. It was said to be a place were a monster reside, the domain of an enigma, a werewolf who shouldn't have been born, Lycan , also known as the Big bad wolf. He was Born from a werewolf, Myth, the First founder of Icy pack and a human. His birth was considered a disaster and so he was cursed by the moon goddess. Instead of blood , Lycan has silver running through his vein. He was bestowed upon a terrible beauty vastly different from anyone ever lived, that , the moon goddess said would be the architect of his greatest problem. Now there lived Amelia, a clumsy, cheerful daughter of the ruler of Merry pack. She had been living a Rosy life all through until one fateful night Lycan arrived on her door step to claim her as his mate. Lycan! The name alone held all the mysteries and twists in the world. Fated to the forbidden Werewolf was like a terrible nightmare for Amelia who never associate with evil. Luckily for her, Maynard, Lycan's step brother who is also her Best friend walk into their bond, interrupting the tensed fate. He offered himself to Amelia who clearly needed a way out of any Ill Bond with the cursed werewolf, Lycan. Would the Big bad wolf watch as his mate was claimed by another? ... Not so sure

“I, Alpha Logan of the Crystal Moon Pack rejects you, Myra. A very useless and worthless omega to ever be my mate, and my future Luna.” He spewed with primal disgust, eyes void of any regret. “And I, Myra De Vries accepts your rejection.” The brewing bond shattered and I felt no pain, however I couldn’t say the same for him when he held his heart, hurt flashing through his eyes. ___________ Enslaved and mistreated by the Alpha’s Family who took her in when she was ten and a surviving rogue. Myra’s world was trudged early into a dark world filled with miseries and monsters in form of werewolves. That was until she turned eighteen and was mated to the pack’s new Alpha, who rejected her at the sniff of her mystical scent. She was instantly blessed with a second chance mate that turned out to be the most feared man in the wolf-verse who took an interest the moment his eyes laid on her. However, his interest held secrets. And her first mate wanted back the gem he once threw away. It is now left to Myra to navigate her new world of rejection, betrayal, love, and fate. *Not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen*

Wendy staggered forward at the hospital entrance. She held the Seventy Thousand Dollars she had received for selling her kidney. Her pale face carried a satisfied smile. That was enough to cure Lucas. She thought it was worthy to sell off her kidney for his life. She ignored her post-surgery weakness, and stumbled all the way to the hospital ward. Her heart ached even more as she looked at the frail man lying in bed. "Lucas, your lowly girlfriend is not around. Why put on a show?" "Shut up! I'm perfecting my acting. How else could I fool her?" A familiar, teasing voice came from inside. Wendy's hand froze on the door handle. What did he mean... by fooling her? Laughter and exclamations erupted from the room. "You're smart, Lucas! A fake medical report was all it took to make that woman believe you had cancer!" "I heard she handed over all her savings; all she had was only Eight Thousand Dollars!" "Eight Thousand Dollars? Lucas could simply spend more than that on a single bottle of liquor at the bar. Her money is worthless, yet she actually offers it."

My fated mate, Alpha Baton, had once shackled his bloodlust for me. He’d built a corporate empire from the ashes of his bloody conquests, all to give me a civilized home. Even when my father was framed for murdering the brother of his first love, Seraphina, he held me gently. "Don't worry, Tricia. I'll face this with you." But on the day of the trial, my father was condemned as a murderer and exiled to the North. And Baton? He was celebrating, with his arm wrapped around Seraphina. I hunted down the witness, demanding answers, only to find him trembling as he stared at Baton, who stood right behind me. It was Baton. He had threatened the witness into lying. He was willing to destroy my father, just to make Seraphina happy. "Seraphina's brother is dead. Someone has to pay the price." The mate bond between us didn't just snap—it shattered. Agony ripped through my soul. If I meant nothing to him, our marking ceremony was a promise. And now, it was one I had to break.

My husband did not love me, and he certainly did not love our child. On the day our son was born, he did not even glance at him. He merely tossed him into my arms. Then, his first love came back from overseas. That night, the ever-cold Henry had gotten drunk for the first time. He even smiled as he held our child in his arms. Delighted, our son wrapped his little arms around my husband's neck and asked me in a soft voice, “Mommy, what’s wrong with Uncle?” I crouched down, pulling him into my embrace. My eyes reddened as I explained, “Uncle's favorite person came back, so we shouldn’t bother him anymore. We’re going to find a new home.”

When Jerome, her best friend's older brother, enters her life, Stacy's simple world is turned upside down. His charismatic presence and compassionate nature draw her in, but their forbidden attraction threatens to ruin her closest friendship. As they navigate the dangerous landscape of their feelings, Stacy must confront her own vulnerabilities and the fears that have held her back. Will she risk everything for a chance at love, or will the weight of her past and the pressure of her present tear them apart?

Being born half-human and half-vampire, Mia Rivera didn't understand how extraordinary her life was until she met Sol Montgomery, a pure-blood vampire seen as a prince among the vampire aristocracy. He awakened another side of her and dragged her into a world she once tried to escape. Now, she lived in his house as his personal assistant. She had two choices: fight against her inherent nature as a vampire… or give into it.I held his hand as I opened my legs and straddled his lap. A gasp left him when I ran my nose along where his pulse point would have been."Yes, Dad… yes, I am listening." Ha. Now you know what it feels like.A light squeak left me when he pinched my side, but that only proved detrimental to him. I jostled in his lap, and he let out a puff of air at the sudden movement. Sol's large hand was placed over my hip to still me, and he gave me a dangerous look.A Vampire's Promise is created by Bella Gold, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

David was a sad champ, a mess, and an academic genius. By genius, I mean an A+, no effort type of a genius. He is that child that every parent kneels and prays to God to have. You know them, those that society admires. And are held closest to heart. But he was still human.

What if you were held captive by your own family? Emma Rawlins has spent the last year a prisoner. The months following her mother's death dragged her father into a paranoid spiral of conspiracy theories and doomsday premonitions. Obsessing him, controlling him, they now whisper the end days are finally at hand. And he doesn’t intend to face them alone. Emma finds herself drugged and dragged to a secluded cabin, the last refuge from a society supposedly due to collapse. Their cabin a snowbound fortress, her every move controlled, but even that isn't enough to weather the end of the world. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing Everything she knows is out of reach, lost beyond a haze of white. There is no choice but to play her father's game while she plans her escape. But there is a force far colder than the freezing drifts. Ancient, ravenous, it knows no mercy. And it's already had a taste...

The first time I lived, my sister and I found two dragon eggs. The black one pulsed with raw, untamed power. My sister, Isabella, claimed it without a second thought. The white one was left for me. A cracked, forgotten thing. It held only a whisper of magic. I took it out of pity. Within a year, the black dragon shattered his shell and emerged a man so beautiful it was a curse. He became Isabella's devoted weapon, his power forging her path to godhood. Meanwhile, the white egg fed on me. I poured everything I had into my white egg. My magic, my money, my soul. For ten long years, it gave me nothing. Everyone said to abandon it. But I couldn’t. I was an orphan, ignored by my sister. I just wanted a companion. But as the dark plague swept the lands, the egg I'd nurtured for a decade hatched overnight—while I was dying, he soared past me to save Isabella. He could have hatched years ago. Could have been human all along. But he chose Isabella. He mistook her for his savior. Then I was back to the day it all began. This time, Isabella lunged for the white egg first, afraid I'd take it. I slung my worn satchel of herbs over my shoulder. Turned my back on them both. "You can have them both," I said calmly. "I choose myself." This life, I swore I would have nothing to do with Adrian. But now, he's the one filled with regret, willing to give his own life just to have me look at him one more time.