Wings Of Fire Oc

In a world where werewolves exist. Power is a dynamic factor between the five nations. Estonia, Andovia, Miletus, Hiroshima and Bulgaria. For decades now Estonia and Andovia have been the most powerful nations, historically providing the strongest werewolves in both size, strength, intellect, wealth and powers. But power must change tides. Bulgaria, a nation where criminals are sent to for punishment, where the scums of the earth reside, a nation identified as the weakest of the five by all. Elsa Oppenheimer, a promising child, is determined to rise above all odds to attain power. Losing her family widened her eyes to the reality and cruelty of society, this begins a journey that will change the course of her life forever. Elsa must create a powerful pack on this journey of vengeance and freedom. After breaking the record of being the first citizen from Bulgaria to be admitted to Sheffield Academy, she faces condemnation and attacks from all over. King Ragnar takes a questioning interest in Elsa and is bent on seeing how far she can go. This new interest creates attention for her both good and bad. The prophecy of a one Empire is perceived to be imminent. Will vengeance lead? Can she break the chains of power? Or will love be her death sentence?

Katherine I thought he loved me. I truly believed no one could love me more than my king, the ruler of witches, Acan. I believed my marriage was full of love, that nothing could tear us apart. But I was wrong. On the night of the festival of elements, he didn’t just break my heart… he burned me alive! He believed he was rid of me, free to continue his affair with the woman he truly wanted. How wrong he was. I’m back, and this time, I’m out for blood. Darius I stayed in the shadows, loving her from afar because who could ever love someone like me? I’m nothing but a bastard, and worse, I’m one of the dark ones, born with powers that bring nothing but pain. And yet… I can’t hurt her. Maybe that’s why she isn’t afraid of me, why she smiles at me in a way that steals my heart. But strange things are happening around her—accidents whenever she looks away. I must protect her, especially after I learned the truth about why it has all happened. So I change our world. I change our reality. But while my dreams come true—Katherine in my arms—she is far from satisfied.

After Daphne broke things off with King Roman, her reputation took a hit, and as a powerful lycan, she cannot allow her name to fall into ruin. Yet her heart can’t stop wanting Jackson, a werewolf Alpha, not meant for her. She tries to forget him by agreeing to a new union, but when he shows up ready to take her away, she realizes he is her escape from the world of expectations. Trapped together, she gives in to their bond, yet her dutiful side won’t forget everything she’s left behind. But can they survive being out in the open together? *Book 2* Recommended to first read The Lycan King's Scarred Mate

Willow is destined to marry the young prince, Carter, the most desired wolf prince of all. But one night, while alone in the royal family's castle, she is slipped a potion that plunges her into a sudden, overwhelming heat. Confused and vulnerable, she thinks she is finding solace in her fiancé’s arms. Yet by morning, she discovers it isn’t Carter beside her, but Cain, his twin brother and the black sheep of the family. With her innocence lost before marriage and to the wrong brother, Willow is forced to wed Cain to save face. Still, whispers follow her everywhere, branding her as the easy-wolf who wanted both brothers. Determined to adapt, Willow struggles to embrace her new life, as she’s convinced Cain is behind her downfall. Their marriage is a battlefield, made even more complicated when the king is mysteriously killed. Now Cain and Carter must prove who is worthy to lead, but who will emerge victorious: the charming prince or the cold, ruthless alpha? *cover by getcovers*

Tout le monde savait que Thibault Dubois, autrefois le jeune libertin le plus célèbre d'Étoilebourg, avait toujours été épris de la brillante jeune fille, Océane Lefevre, avec qui il avait grandi. Peu de temps après leur mariage, un accident de voiture les avait séparés : Océane était devenue une personne végétative et Thibault avait perdu la mémoire. Lorsque Océane s'est réveillée finalement, deux années s'étaient déjà écoulées. À ce moment-là, Thibault était déjà avec une autre femme. Pire encore, pour cette autre femme, Thibault avait diffusé des photos nues d'Océane à l'Université Lumière d'Émeraude, la forçant ainsi à divorcer. Déçue, Océane est partie. Cinq ans plus tard. Au moment où Océane se remariait, Thibault est apparu en pleurant devant chez elle. « Océane, je me suis souvenu de tout, tu ne peux pas épouser quelqu'un d'autre ! » « Maman, tu ne peux pas parler à d'autres oncles, papa sera jaloux ! », a dit un enfant adorable, tendant la main à Gaspard Leroux qui descendait de la voiture. « Papa, câlin ! »

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

Rachel Michaels absolutely detest girly things. She loved sports, action and many things that fills her with adrenaline. She already had her life planned out but one little mistake disrupted it all. The mistake was falling for her brother's enigmatic best friend, Chase Williams. Chase was everything she wanted but his wealthy background might be more than what was showing on the surface. To pursue her dream man, she has to discover the ways seduce and entrap Chase through the girly ways she previously disliked. Chase Williams always regarded his best friend's sister as younger sibling until she grew and he discovered his love and care might not be as pure as he thought.

I wasn’t supposed to sleep with him. I am straight or maybe was... Hell, I wasn’t even supposed to meet him until one drunken night changed everything. I had no idea who he was. He had no idea I was the brother of the woman he was about to be engaged to. We touched. We kissed. I let him take everything from me. And then I woke up… and realized he wasn’t just any guy. He was Dante Cruz. The heir. The man I'm now forced to work for. Now, I’m stuck pretending like last night never happened. He’s engaged to my sister. And I’m still trying to remember how to breathe every time he looks at me like he wants to taste me all over again. I said it was a mistake. He said I didn’t stop him. One of us is lying.

Demitri and Becca are inseparable from birth. But when two friends become academic rivals, they may reconsider their bond. Will it last, or will jealousy get the best of them?

When I was eight months pregnant, my husband's foster sister invited me to hike a snow-covered mountain. Midway up, an avalanche hit. We were both buried. My husband rushed to the scene, but before I could utter a word, his sister accused me: "She planned this! She tricked me into coming today!" I tried desperately to explain. He didn't listen. Instead, he lashed out at me. "Sandra doesn't know any better, but you should! So what if she's blunt? Is this your petty revenge? Your pathetic life couldn't even begin to repay hers if she'd been hurt!" Then he left. Took her hand. Walked away. I screamed after him, begging him to save our baby. He didn't even glance back. Worse, he unhooked my safety harness and shoved me out of the rescue group. "Since you're so clever, find your own way down." Not long after, another avalanche hit. This time, I couldn't get back up. Three hours later, Sandra was in a car accident. She needed a blood transfusion. That's when he finally thought of me. But by then, he didn't know—I was already gone. Me, and the child I'd never hold, were still buried under the snow.