Untouchable Series Novels & Stories

Isolde Vancrest had witnessed the ultimate betrayal. Her long-time fiancé, Alan Princeton, had gotten his own sister-in-law pregnant, and he had the audacity to defend it. Alan: "You can't have children. The family can't end with me." How ironic. This was the same man who had once knelt nine times to propose, swearing he would rather be sterile than ever hurt her. If love was a joke, then pride had lost all meaning. That night, Isolde called the one man in Southbridge whose name most people feared to speak. By morning, she was his wife. When Alan saw her again, it was at her wedding. He dropped to his knees, eyes red. Alan: "Honey, I was wrong. Please… look at me." Isolde took a step back and fell into the arms of the man behind her. "The Prince," the ruthless ruler of half the city, wrapped an arm around her waist. "Seems you've forgotten your place." His voice was biting cold as he looked down at Alan. "Now she’s someone you don’t deserve to even look at."

I was seventeen when Rowan Ashcroft promised we’d disappear together. I was eighteen when my father sold me to a monster. For twelve years, I played the perfect trophy wife to Julian Cross ruthless Alpha, billionaire, and the man who owned me in every way that mattered. To the world, I was elegant, untouchable, and flawlessly obedient. Behind closed doors, I was a prisoner, drugged into submission to bury the truth of what I am: a Silver Omega, the last of a bloodline the supernatural Council has hunted to extinction. But the drugs are wearing off. And I’m carrying a child that should not exist. When Julian discovers his “perfect” wife is pregnant with forbidden blood, he’ll do far worse than kill me—he’ll make me wish he had. So I run. I don’t get far. Rowan Ashcroft finds me first. Once my best friend and the boy I loved, he is now the Council’s deadliest Enforcer, marked in silver and colder than death itself. He hasn’t come to save me. He’s come to end the threat my bloodline poses. Instead, he offers me a devil’s bargain: Three months. A fake mating bond. His protection in exchange for my temporary submission. The bond is meant to be a lie—just a way to cloak my scent and hide me in plain sight. But when his mark sears into my skin, it awakens something ancient, feral, and unstoppable inside me. I was never meant to be owned. I was never meant to be erased. Julian wants his property back. The Council wants me dead. They’re both about to learn the same brutal truth: The woman they tried to break has finally become untouchable.

My mate rejected me in front of the entire pack, and that was the day I stopped believing the Moon Goddess gave a damn about me. Now my name’s been chosen for the Rite of Despair, a death sentence disguised as a tradition. I’m to be sent to the cursed Blackwood brothers, three Alphas said to be losing control of their wolves. No one who goes there ever comes back. “They said no sane wolf would touch us,” Liam warned, but when his eyes met mine, something changed. Ronan stared like he wanted to own me, Cade like he wanted to save me. I was meant to be their offering, not their mate. But when their curse reacts to me, there’s no turning back. They think I’ll break their curse. I think I’ll break them first. And if fate wants me to kneel, it better learn who it’s dealing with.

Aria, a prodigy Sigil Weaver of Vane Hall, spent five years pouring her loyalty, talent, and heart into Lycus—the Alpha who once saved her and the male she believed was her destiny. But when her stolen identity as Sundar, the legendary sigil artisan, is publicly revealed, Lycus defends Sandra instead, the trueborn daughter of the Sauders and his long-buried obsession. Aria becomes the scapegoat, the sacrifice, the one meant to stay silent. She refuses. Her defiance sets off a vicious chain of revenge. Sandra orders Lycus’s personal guard to crush Aria’s hand, destroying the gift that defined her entire life. Abandoned in the wilds, bleeding and fevering, Aria is found by Phantom, the shadow sentinel of Astra Veylor—the dangerous lone-wolf who once shared her bed and vanished without a trace. But Astra learns the truth too late. Lycus spirals from denial into violent regret. Sandra spirals from jealousy into madness. And Aria awakens into a world built on lies, power, and the price of devotion. She's caught between an Alpha begging for redemption, a warlord willing to claim her at any cost, and a future she must rebuild from ashes.

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. “You're angry?” he growls. “Angry enough to commit murder,” she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.

"Does she no longer perform?" "Where is the Gracious Angel for hell's sake!" "There is no ballet world without her!" On the day the Gracious Angel, the world's most renowned masked ballet dancer disappeared from the eyes of the public, the world of ballet...died. But the disappearance of the Gracious Angel birthed the appearance of Tessa Rashford. Anything and everything that made her a human being was given wholeheartedly to the love of her life, Tony Williams. Her love for him was uncompromising but the day she found a wedding invitation bearing his name, Tessa's world crashed. This led to an encounter with the most powerful man the world has ever seen, Doreen Williams. A single act transformed her life again and this time, Doreen vowed he'd be damned to let Tessa go when he discovered who she truly is and her powerful family.

A dreamer like Olivia, explores New York, leaving her stable life in the Philippines to build her own brand in New York, but ends up being a maid, lying about her career, and meets this FBI agent that will turn her twisted life, into a roller-coaster ride.

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. “You're angry?” he growls. “Angry enough to commit murder,” she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.

She destroyed him once. Now Dante Navarro is back more powerful, more dangerous… and obsessed. Three years at his side. That’s the price for her revenge. By day, she’s his lawyer. By night, she’s his weakness. But in a game built on lust and lies someone will bleed. Two enemies. One temptation. No mercy.

I've been married to Elliot Graves, the mafia drug lord in NYC, for the past eight years. But today—on our wedding anniversary—I received a photo of him with my best friend, Lila, celebrating as if they were the ones married. And in her arms was my son, Owen. I stared at the image, then typed out two words in reply. “How perfect.” Half a hour later, Elliot stormed through the front door. His voice thundered through the hallway. “Why do you always have to be so bitchy to Lila?” Owen, my own little boy, shoved at my leg and glared. “Bad Momma,” he said. “I wish Miss Lila was my real mommy.” I didn’t flinch. I simply walked over to the drawer, pulled out the crisp stack of papers I’d long prepared, and dropped them on the table with a quiet finality. “Alright,” I said, my voice calm. “It’s all my fault. Now, can I go?”