Novel & Cerita Vampire Werewolf Yaoi

I was the princess sent over by the Werewolf Kingdom for an arranged marriage. I was also meant to be the blood bag of Count Dracula. In my past life, I helped him rule the Bloodsucking Empire. I willingly allowed him to drain my werewolf blood and even risked a dangerous pregnancy by having a baby of mixed bloodline. However, all Dracula did was watch his frail childhood crush dig out the baby from my body to save her life. It was only before I died that I realized he had never loved me. All I was to him was a mobile blood bank. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the Blood Moon Party when I was five months pregnant. Dracula raised the knife with silver blade in his hand. "Be good. All I need is some blood to save Anna." This time, I did not fight back as I did in my previous life. Dracula mistook it for obedience. He had no idea that the Werewolf Princess who had once loved him with her life had become mates with the highly aggressive Alpha King of the Werewolf Kingdom.

Blair has always lived overshadowed by her family, alphas by destiny and nature, but the real danger does not lie in the darkness. Her own sister sells her to the renegades, without remorse, believing her power to be insignificant. However, her mistake is fatal: Selene is not just a wolf. She is the beast with the power of the moon. A latent force that only her soul mate can unleash to claim her destiny and lead the kingdom of wolves. But how can a wolf who has been betrayed and abandoned trust a destined mate to forge a new path and claim a throne that was denied her by blood?

“Sir, the new student got into trouble in class ! They asked you to come !” I pulled a long face while my Lycan gritted out in my mind. “That’s our mate, punk !” Ever had the shock of your life that the man you hate the most on the first day of college is your foxy hot, male professor and surprise, surprise, surprise- your roommate too ?! Add to it that he does NOT belong to the human world ! Amidst bitter pasts and complicated relationships is the added fear of the Dark Overlord, who is hell-bent on destroying the entire supernatural world as well as the human world. Will the roommates get their act together and finally be one with one another ? Will human laws allow the student-teacher relationship to bloom into a satisfying romance ? Will the last surviving Lycan in the human world be able to avenge the death of its pure blood Lycan pack ? And finally, will the Lycan race survive at all?

Rachel Mercer had been unwanted her whole life. After bouncing between sixteen foster families, with no real name or sense of home, all she had left was a quiet hope that turning eighteen would bring freedom from a system that detested her. But everything changed the night she was attacked. She was thrust into Astrae Lykaon Academy, a secret institution for werewolves, where students believed she was a girl who simply returned from winter break. They don't know the truth. Only the academy's inner circle is aware that the girl she's replacing vanished without a trace. But if pretending to be her keeps her safe, she's willing to play along. Until she meets them. Five fated mates, each powerful, unpredictable, and drawn to her in ways she doesn't understand. The bond is wild and dangerous, awakening something ancient in her blood. And at the centre of it all is him: the young professor who once saved her life and now watches her like he already knows the truth. She was hunted by something ancient that should not exist Her bloodline is rare Her enemies are older than legends And Rachel stayed at Astrae Lykaon Academy under a false identity, hoping to survive. But as secrets unraveled, bloodlines awakened, one terrifying thought began to take root; What if she was never meant to survive that night? And what if she's not the impostor after all?

Callum Brennan was born to lead London's most powerful werewolf pack. Then his twin brother framed him for murder. Stripped of everything, Callum is thrown into the Rookeries, where packless wolves go to die. But he survives. He builds a pack from the broken and the damned. He falls in love with Valentina, a dhampir hunted by the same vampire Parliament that destroyed his life. In a city ruled by immortal aristocrats and controlled by ancient dragons, Callum learns the hardest truth: individual virtue cannot defeat systemic evil. But small victories matter. And some fights are worth losing everything

The Honourable and respectable Prince of Nevera.. Prince Aldrich Theano son of King Alaric the ll, is a proud and arrogant man. He's engaged to be married to one of the most powerful prime Minister's daughter in the neighboring kingdom, his marriage with Cateleya is supposed to be one of the most biggest alliance between the two kingdoms.. As a vampire he knows his mate is somewhere out there but he has no intention of waiting for fate to decide for him, he isn't the patient type! On a fun filled adventure with his friends he stumbles into a public house looking to seek pleasure and the last thing he expects is to be approached with a scandalous proposition from a woman who's supposedly his mate... Aurora Beauchamp is a beautiful fiery redhead who's wild and carefree. She goes for whoever suits her fancy, and that's how she offers prince Aldrich one night in an upstairs room with her, he leaps at the chance despite her stipulation that he submit to her every whim. Which is totally out of his comfort zone but yet he wants nothing more than to lose himself and allow someone else control everything. Little does he know that one night will have the power to change everything!

In the shadows of the night, love takes on a deadly form. Aria, a human, finds herself caught in a forbidden romance between two powerful beings, an Alpha werewolf and a Silver blood vampire. Both are possessive of her, both are willing to kill for her, and both will stop at nothing to make her theirs. As they fight for her love, Aria is pulled into a dangerous game of power and manipulation. Will she survive the love triangle or will it consume her? As they navigate through the dangers of their past, they each discover that their love is stronger than any obstacles they may face, and they will do anything to be together. But will their love survive the ultimate test of life and death? Find out in this gripping tale of love, fate and sacrifice. A Dark Romance between a Gruesome Werewolf, a Blood thirsty Vampire, and a human where they find each other and their love is so strong that it transcends death and curses.

Three days before my blood oath ceremony, someone planted a silver crucifix in the bridal shop and set it ablaze while I was inside trying on my ceremonial gown. My fiancé — Vampire Lord Damien — had the arsonist thrown into the silver prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the healing chamber, my body covered in severe burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Damien speaking with the coven's apothecary. "My Lord, we can still heal her completely with the ancient blood rites. If we wait any longer, Serena will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Vivienne to be your Consort at the blood oath ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the ceremony." "I promised Vivienne that her child would be welcomed into the coven with full honors. Only when Serena is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Vivienne's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the boy." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The blood oath ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The blood bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.

After escaping a breeding facility that used her body to create hybrid soldiers, Amaya forges a new identity and hides in a quiet werewolf-human town, posing as a college student. She just wants peace, normalcy — control.But on her first week, she meets thre students — heirs of the most powerful packs in the nation — and the unthinkable happens. They all whisper the same word: “Mate.”Her wolf awakens. Her heat ignites. And the forbidden bond between them spirals into chaos.As Amaya hidden powers grow, so does the danger. The Werewolf Council calls her existence an abomination and demands her death. Her mates refuse to let her go — even if it means starting a war.

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,