Viridian Forest Map

Caught in a war between the vampires, dark elves, and werewolves, Amalea Ann Whitehouse finds herself housing warriors from nearly every pack. As a widow, she and her children make the best of things—and they're happy at their farm in the forest until tragedy strikes. Suddenly, shes expelled from her people and left accused of a murder she cant explain. Locked in a rival pack's prison, she must fight for her life, the lives of her loved ones, and her freedom as the rogue revolution begins.

In the coastal quiet of Baler, a studio is born—not of architecture, but of intention.* Founded by Yam, a poet whose words cradle pain gently, and Franc, an artist who paints tenderness into walls, the studio becomes a refuge for those learning to stay—with grief, love, longing, and themselves. As visitors arrive, they leave behind more than footprints: a sigh recorded in bamboo, a poem tucked into the “Found Letters” shelf, a mural painted in crooked lines. Through zines, tea, silence, and sketchbooks, the studio teaches softness as revolution. Ren creates the *Window of Soft Returns*, an installation of anonymous voice recordings—each whisper forming a community of echoes. Drew builds the *Staircase With No Wrong Turns*, inviting people to walk through emotions without shame. Franc offers brushstrokes as brave work, and Yam curates writing circles that map healing in half sentences. Together, they host festivals that feel like hugs, and they begin traveling their archive, letting softness cross oceans. Even those who once left—like Miguel—return, discovering that some doors never truly close. Others, like Tala, capture the studio’s sound and turn it into a podcast of breath and becoming. Over seventy chapters, the studio transforms into something larger than itself: a mural of memory, a sanctuary for second chances, a place where return is sacred and voice is proof of survival. In the final bloom, the studio stands not as a monument—but as a reminder: > *“Staying isn’t easy. > But chosen together, > it becomes home.”*

Cast out after a cruel public rejection, Luna—an orphaned wolf and unwanted burden—walks away from the Moonshadow Pack when fate names her the Alpha’s true mate. Beyond the forest, exile becomes awakening as the Moon Goddess blesses her with power forged through pain and survival. When the pack that betrayed her faces annihilation, the only hope left is the wolf they cast aside. Moonshadow is a gripping saga of rejection, destiny, and rebirth—where an outcast rises to become a legend the moon itself remembers.

*completed* Running away from her uncle, who kept her locked up in a room for almost 2 years after her parents died. He just wanted all the wealth of her parents. He tortures her to hand over the property to him. She has no choice but to run. She reached the dark forest where humans were strictly restricted to even stand near it. But entering the forest she did not know that her fate is tied with the king of the forest. Her uncle who is searching for her everywhere and the mateless alpha standing in front of her, to tear her apart. What will happen to her now??Alpha Vance" please at least be with her during her heat; she is a human Alpha, she can’t handle the heat. Usually human don’t have heat, but she is an Alpha’s mate, and an Alpha’s mate has to go through very worse heat than an omega." Astrid begged, but I didn't answer." look Vance___" I cut her off.." no, you look here Astrid. I don't fucking care if she lives or dies. I want us to be together."" How can you be this selfish?" she asked, and that made me go out of my mind." shut the fuck up, Astrid," I shouted and she flinched but didn't utter a word."She is mate or not I love you, Astrid , let her die I don't care

My Alpha and fated mate Dion took his first love to the Moonlight Forest to enjoy the moonlight and obtain the Moon Goddess's blessing on the day of the Moonlight Festival, a day that he could only spend with his mate. I didn't stop him, and instead prepared his luggage for him. Dion was very satisfied with my performance. "With a pup in your womb, you finally learned to behave. You finally look like a Luna." After they left, I immediately had an abortion. In my last life, I had put a silver knife on my belly to stop him from going on a date with his first love. He was forced to stay for his pup. However, his first love was ravaged before getting killed by other werewolves while on her way to the Moonlight Forest alone. Dion didn't pin the blame on me, as if nothing of the sort had happened. However, the moment I had my pup, he then skinned my pup in front of me. Only then did I understand how much hate he had inside of him. He tortured me, and I died in a horrific manner. When I opened my eyes once more, I had been reborn on the day he and his first love was supposed to go to the Moonlight Forest. I had another chance in life, and I secretly started to plot my revenge. He would pay for everything.

La vie de Ruby bascule quand elle se découvre métamorphe alors qu'elle se rend à Forest Dawn, un camp pour surnaturels où elle vivra des vacances pour le moins mémorables. Ruby Anderson a tout sauf envie de passer ses vacances dans un camp de vacances perdu au milieu de la forêt ! À dix-sept ans, elle peut tout à fait se garder seule pendant que son père travaille ! Ce dernier, cependant, ne l'entend pas de cette oreille et la voici en route pour le camp de Forest Dawn. Là-bas, Ruby ne tarde pas à faire une découverte qui bouleversera sa vie à tout jamais : elle est une métamorphe, l'une des dernières de son espèce. Et cela tombe plutôt bien, car tous les autres adolescents du camp sont, eux aussi, des surnaturels ! Sorcières, loups-garous, vampires et autres créatures de légende se côtoient ici, dans le plus grand des secrets... Voici qui lui promet des vacances originales... et mouvementées ! Couverture par Gillian Goulet Histoire inspirée de Nés à minuit

　　I pushed open the door to the Alpha Villa. Just back from the werewolf hospital; back from the miscarriage. 　　Then I heard it—a woman's moans, slicing through the silence of the bedroom. 　　Peering through the door crack, I saw our Omega maid, Irina, having sex with my husband. 　　Lucien gripped her waist and warned her, "We must keep this a secret. I don't want her to cause a scene, and I've never intended to replace my Luna." 　　Irina moaned in agreement, "Don't worry, Luc. I'm willing to be your secret lover forever." 　　Then, with low growls, they climaxed together. 　　What they didn't know was that I had discovered their affair early this morning—I had seen the flirtatious messages Irina sent to Lucien, which ultimately led to my miscarriage. 　　But I had no intention of confronting him. 　　Instead, I had already submitted a forced mate dissolution request to the Werewolf Alliance Council and sent a message to the ancient Grand Sorceress in the Blood Moon Forest, who had long wanted to take me as her apprentice. 　　In three days, the request would take effect, and the Grand Sorceress would come for me with a potion to alter my werewolf scent. 　　I would enter the Blood Moon Forest as nothing but a new identity and a sorceress’s heir. 　　I will erase myself from Lucien's world forever.

Elora is a twenty one year old she wolf. She is Omega at the Blue Moon Pack. She has been under the watchful eyes of Alpha Issac her entire life. Forbidden from shifting or leaving the pack house, However, one day after escaping into the forest she finds her mate and Alpha Issac is determined to stop anything from unraveling the secrets he has held since the day Elora was born. Can Elora find out the truth about her past and realise her true potential? Or will Alpha Isaac succeed in keeping his secrets safe?

The words echoed, a promise she wore like a blindfold. “Give me a chance to prove to you that love is beautiful.” Kensington Darley had believed him. At twenty-six, she was the beautiful, trusting daughter of a gilded cage, and she had willingly traded her own life’s map for the one drawn by her boyfriend. His choices became her destiny; his whispered needs, her sacred law. Until the moment his love demanded her degradation. He didn't ask her to empty a savings account. He didn't ask her to sell the family jewels. He asked for her body, for her dignity, to be sold piece by devastating piece. The debt. It was a cold, unforgiving beast, and the only currency powerful enough to silence it was Kensington's unwilling performance in front of a camera. Every forced smile, every feigned moan, was a knife-edge decision she made in the name of love. She despised the spotlights, the sterile sets, the shame that clung to her like cheap perfume—but she did it. Because she loved him. But as she watches the man she is saving—the man who allowed her to be lost—a single, poisonous question begins to bloom in the darkness of her despair: Does he love her back? If the answer is no, what becomes of a woman who has sacrificed everything for a lie? And how will Kensington Darley ever learn to trust a single word, let alone love, again?

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.