Wings And Claws Novels & Stories

The new Consigliere wanted to restructure the Mafia family’s affairs by sinking her claws into me. My boyfriend, who was a Mafia Don and wildly in love with me, wanted to get revenge on her for me. He planned to raise her status to the skies and make her suffer a horrific downfall when the right time came. He kicked me out of the family and gave all my responsibilities to the new Consigliere. She received luxury cars and jewelry from him as gifts, but he told me to tolerate it as part of the plot. When my younger brother's kidneys started to fail, I begged my Don boyfriend for the surgery fees, which he agreed to give me. On the day of the surgery, I waited from daylight to daybreak for the money, but nothing came. That was when I saw an Instagram post from the new Consigliere, taunting me. "My family's Don is such a wonderful man. Someone who was kicked out of the family was brazen enough to ask him for money. What if she can't repay us? I had to stop the money transfer. I hope this woman will find a better excuse the next time she tries to scam him." The mess ended with my brother dying. My Don boyfriend called me later in an attempt to cajole me. "Don't be mad. Joey can have his surgery later. I'm just tolerating Rosetta to encourage her to become full of herself. The higher she climbs, the harder she'll fall. Don't worry! Her birthday will be in a few days. I'll humiliate her, then make her lose everything. We'll have our wedding after that. That will cheer Joey up!" However, I knew that his so-called plot was the start of him falling in love with another woman. That was when I no longer wanted him.

"You are not her!" Alaric hisses darkly, his fingers enclosing around my exposed throat, claws grazing my skin. A little pressure... just a little, and I would be dead. "No... I am not..." I admit with difficulty. I only look similar to the deceased Luna supreme, I can never truly replace her. But if I am going to have any chances of survival, I need Alaric's claim... and I am hell bent on getting it. "Yet..." Alaric whispers, his husky voice trailing off. I smell his arousal, thick in the air... attesting to everything he would not admit. That despite knowing I am just a doppelganger, he still craves me... "Yet...?" I question slowly but I barely get the words out when a hand cups me between my thighs. I gasp in a mix of surprise and burning desire. "F*ck!" Alaric hissed at the feel of my arousal. "The only words you will say in my presence Kyra...is the chanting of my name." Alaric clarifies. "You wish to see me go mad, woman? I shall abide." He whispers. ~~~~~~~~~~ On the very night Kyra discovers Alpha Mikos is her mate, her heart shatters as she watches him bond with her cousin and bestow the title of Luna to another woman. The reason is simple, Kyra is a weak wolf born without an element. Or so everyone thought... On that same night, in a bid to protect her chastity, Kyra manifests an element many years too late, but it is not just any element...it is the rare fire element. Kyra's sudden and out of control discovery of her element leads to the death of Mikos's father, terrified for her life and Mikos's wrath, Kyra escapes pack lands only to be captured by unknown wolves led by a terrifying monster.

He rejected me in front of everyone, called my bloodline poison then destroyed me. Five years ago, Cassian Vandenberg, billionaire Alpha of the Obsidian Pack publicly shredded our mating bond during the ceremony, condemning me as the daughter of the rogue wolf who massacred his family. What he didn't know: I was already carrying his child from a night neither of us remembers. Now he's back with a contract: pretend to be his mate for one year to break the curse destroying his empire, and he'll fund my failing sanctuary. I agree, not for the money, but for access to the pack that destroyed my father's name. Finally, I can get my revenge. Simple, professional and purely business. Except someone is hunting in the shadows. Wolves circle my sanctuary at night. His ex-fiancée watches me with calculating eyes, his uncle offers sympathies that taste like poison and Cassian's brother keeps leaving cryptic warnings: Trust no one especially family. Cassian thinks I'm hiding something, he's right. Because our daughter isn't just powerful she's impossible and the curse is killing his empire? It's not about business, it's about blood. His blood, my blood and the monster who's been pulling the strings since before we were born. Some secrets are buried for protection while others are buried because when they surface, they don't just burn they consume everything. He wanted a fake mate to save his legacy, I needed access to destroy mine. Neither of us expected the past to have claws or for the real monster to be someone we love. The rejection was just the beginning. About the truth? It's so much worse than either of us imagined.

"Her crown was built on a lie. His love will help her burn it all down." At fifteen, Valencia De Von Cruz was the most feared girl in school— a shield of cruelty masking the trauma of her mother's unsolved murder. The only boy who wasn't afraid, Aaron Sinclair, left a rose for her on Valentine's Day. She never came. She vanished, leaving him with a broken heart. Six years later, Aaron is a business kingpin, and Valencia is the ruthless Queen of the underworld. When he’s attacked, she saves his life in a blur of violence, not recognizing the man she once inspired. To find her again, Aaron lies. He walks into her empire and hires her for the one thing she sells: protection. Valencia agrees, hiding her own truth: her crown is a cage. Her grandfather, who blames her for her mother's death, controls her with brutal trials. Aaron sees through her carefree facade. He witnesses her pain and wages a secret war against her grandfather, his love for her rekindled into a fierce, protective flame. As their guarded hearts collide, a shadow from the past emerges. A secret organization, *Phoenix*, is systematically destroying Aaron's empire and has its claws in the underworld’s very foundations. To survive, Valencia and Aaron must unravel a conspiracy that leads to a devastating truth: the mastermind behind her mother's murder has been hiding in plain sight all along. Now, Valencia must remember the tragedy she locked away. To claim her future with Aaron, she must first tear down the legacy built on her mother's blood. Even if it means becoming the monster they all fear. *A story of shattered pasts, fierce love, and brutal revenge, where the most dangerous weapon isn't a gun— it's the truth.*

“I bought you. You belong to me now, and you will serve me until I’m done with you.” Those were the words Alpha Zarek spoke to me when I was dragged into his cursed halls. My fists clenched tight. My nails dug into my palms as I met his gaze. “And what makes you think I’ll follow your rules like some puppet?” My name is Valtira Geordie. The unwanted daughter of my pack. My father sold me like cattle, and my mother never showed me an ounce of love. Even my people cheered when I was taken away. They thought they were ridding themselves of a curse. Zarek Braxton, the Rogue Alpha of Duskborne, is everything they warned me about. Ruthless, cold, and feared across every border. They call him a monster. They say no woman survives his bed. But when his storm-gray eyes locked on mine, I saw something more dangerous than death itself. I saw fate. I should hate him. I do hate him. Yet his presence is intoxicating, his scent rich and welcoming. My wolf stirs for him, my blood burns for him, and every moment near him feels like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing he could either catch me or let me fall. But nothing in Duskborne is simple. A curse claws at Zarek’s soul, threatening to consume him and me along with it. There are enemies all around us, and yet, the bond between us grows stronger every day. Now I must choose my path: Fight the hold he so clearly has over me until one of us breaks… or claim the monster as mine, and unleash a power the world has long forgotten. (This Book contains very Explicit Sex Scenes‼️85%Sex. Beware‼️)

Disclaimer: This story has 18+ Sexual Theme and Violence, no one under 18 is allowed to read this. *"Are you sure you're ready for this? Are you willing to give yourself to me?" The intensity of his gaze made me want to do anything for him. His eyelids were heavy, his breath wild and thirsty for me—exactly what I had always wanted, for him to be crazy for me. "I give you all of myself, as long as you'll have me," I whispered in his ear, kissing his neck. His hand moved up my back, slowly unhooking my bra, caressing my neck with the back of his fingers. As my bra fell away, he took a moment to look at me, sighing in amazement. "You are beautiful, Julia," he murmured, kissing my neck. I tilted my head back, heart pounding as he whispered against the skin of my chest, "You are mine, Julia." He pressed his ear to my chest. "Did you hear that? That heartbeat calls my name!"* *Growing up in my childhood town, it was my dream to pursue my Music Career. Like any ordinary teenager, I had millions of dreams: To go on a world tour, perform on stage, to become famous. I couldn't have thought I was cursed decades before I was even born, and then I had to come back to my mother's hometown, thinking I might escape him, while accidentally landing in his trap. And then, I met them - two captivating men who stole my heart with their charismatic presence and mysterious allure. Now I'm torn between them in a world where I'm not allowed to fall in love. --- I'm Julia Murphy, and I'm marked by a demon, who won't stop at anything until he gets his claws on me.*

I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage. She paid my tuition with his father’s money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I’ll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose. Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me. So I moved into the Hunters’ mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell. Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more. I thought graduation meant freedom from him. I was wrong. Now he’s my stepbrother. He hates that I’m here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me. But hate isn’t clean anymore. It’s tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me, the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I’m shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more. He calls me Little Lamb, I call him every name I can think of under my breath. How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?

“Let me see how much of a virgin you are. Let me know how quiet you can be when I tear your cunt apart.” And I almost called him, “Bastard!” He doesn’t need legs to break you. He doesn’t need your voice to own you. Ivan Petrov is the Don of the Bratva Sever, ruthless, calculating, and far more dangerous than the wheelchair he uses as a mask. Once a husband. Still a father. But love died with his wife. When Vanya is traded like cheap cargo to settle her father’s debts, she’s thrown into his cold, luxurious cage. A mute girl with ghosts in her eyes and fire she can’t speak. He sees her as another pawn sent to spy, another toy to shatter. He doesn’t want a wife. He wants to rip her silence apart. To force those virgin thighs wide, to make her body betray every secret she can’t voice, to watch her shatter on his cock while she claws at the truth she’s not allowed to scream. She thought marriage would be her prison. He intends to make her his favorite obsession: his fucktoy, his slut. In a world of blood-stained marble, poisoned secrets, and a Don who hides his strength like a loaded gun, one silent girl is about to learn exactly how loud her body can get when the beast decides to play. Will Vanya’s silence save her… or will Ivan drag screams she never knew she had straight from her throat? Viewer Discretion Advised 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🔞🔞 ☠️ Dark mafia romance. Intense power, forced proximity, virgin breaking, degradation, and raw explicit filth. Heavy on the heat, 10% plot. Not for the soft-hearted. Enter Ivan Petrov’s world only if you’re ready to get wrecked.

The day of our Mating Ceremony finally arrived. As the Elder stood before the pack, his voice booming as he announced the exchange of our soul-binding rings, Julian—the man standing across from me—suddenly spoke. "Actually," he said, his voice cutting through the sacred silence. "I’ve been fucking Chloe." I froze. He didn't even blink as he watched the color drain from my face. "While you were busy trying on your ceremonial gown, we were in the dressing room right next to yours," he continued, his tone chillingly conversational. "She couldn't help but scream when she climaxed. You actually thought she was falling ill; you spent ten minutes checking on her through the door, worried sick." "Later, while she stood by your side helping you pick out jewelry, her legs were shaking so hard she could barely stand." In that instant, I felt the blood turn to ice in my veins. Stiffly, I turned my head toward the woman standing in the front row, wearing a radiant smile. Chloe. She was waving her bouquet, cheering my name at the top of her lungs. Just an hour ago, she had been brushing tears from her eyes as she straightened the train of my dress, squeezing my hands and telling me I deserved all the happiness in the world. "Even just now, while you were preparing for the ritual, she was riding me," Julian added, his voice dropping to a low, rough growl. "She got so worked up her claws shredded the skin on my back." He looked down at the silver band in his hand—the ring he had yet to slide onto my finger—with total indifference. "I’m laying it all out there, Elara," he said. "Whether you still want the title of Luna is entirely up to you."

I see her in his arms. Adrian’s hand is at her waist, and she’s looking up at him like he hasn’t spent years breathing the same air as her without ever earning that look. My fingers curl around my glass. Then he says something. I don’t hear it. I don’t need to. Because Wren… giggles. My world tilts. I’ve heard her laugh before—sharp, defiant. But this was different. And it was not for me. Rage claws up my throat, aimed straight at Adrian. I shouldn’t care. Except I do. I fucking do. Then Wren stumbles. Adrian catches her, pulls her back—and their lips collide. Just a peck. Clearly accidental. But it detonates inside me. Something snaps. The glass slips from my hand, shattering, and all I see is red. My body moves before my mind can catch up. Because suddenly, it all crashes into place. Her silence. The loss. It felt like I’d lost something I didn’t even know I was holding onto. And I was the one who did it. My pranks. My cruelty. I was the reason her scholarship got revoked! God! A bitter taste floods my mouth. She cut me off because she had every right to. Because I deserved it. But that doesn’t mean I can let her go. It doesn’t mean I will. If it takes groveling, I’ll grovel. If it takes begging, I’ll beg. Hell, if it takes dropping to my knees in front of this entire fucking college and tearing my pride apart piece by piece just to earn a fraction of her forgiveness. Because she matters. I don’t care about anything except her slipping out of my reach. And I’m ready to burn everything down for her.