Feral Yiff

A Reverse Harem Werewolf Romance --- Evaline Greystone was the daughter of an Alpha, yet her life was anything but privileged. After losing her mother at a young age, she suffered under the cruelty of her stepmother and step-siblings while her father ignored her existence. Her only solace was Ethan - the Alpha heir of a neighboring pack and the man she loved. But fate was never kind to her. When Eva turned sixteen, she discovered she had no wolf. Overnight, she became an anomaly, a disgrace. She became the laughingstock of the werewolf world. But her torment escalated into something darker, something sinister at the hands of none other than her stepbrother. Still, she held onto Ethan, believing his love would be her salvation. That illusion shattered on her eighteenth birthday. Ethan turned out to be her fated mate, but instead of joy, it brought devastation. The night after they had given themselves to each other, Ethan declared she was too weak to stand by his side. Worse, he rejected her publicly, choosing her stepsister instead. Humiliated, betrayed, and terrified of what her stepbrother would do next, Eva ran. But her escape led her straight into a nightmare. The next morning, she awoke to the horrifying news - her entire pack was annihilated. Not a single survivor remained. And the ones responsible? The four Rogue Kings - feared Alphas who ruled the lawless werewolf world. Ruthless and unstoppable, and they had come to finish what they started. But Eva wasn't dead. She was on the run. And pregnant. She didn’t get far before she was captured. Dragged before the Rogue Kings, she prepared for the end. But at the last moment, they changed their minds. Instead of killing her, they made her a maid - a fallen Alpha’s daughter serving the very Alphas who destroyed her world. What neither she nor the Rogue Kings knew was the cruel twist fate had in store. They were her mates. Despite her suffering, she refused to break, determined to carve a future for herself and her child. And to do that, she enrolled in the werewolf academy run by the Rogue Kings themselves.

[Mature Content] [18+ Only] [Smut] "Then let's dissolve our mate bond and reject each other! That way, you can make Claire your official Luna!" Addison's chest rose and fell violently, her breaths ragged with fury. "Who said you could leave? You are MINE!" Zion turned feral and took Addison back to their chambers and ravaged her for three days and three nights... "I'll make sure you're tied to this bed, and your legs are so weak you won’t even be able to stand," Zion snarled, pinning her down. His dark eyes flickered with gold, a clear sign that his wolf was watching her from just beneath the surface. ... Because they never truly tried to understand each other, their relationship was filled with misunderstandings. Zion, blinded by his petty pride and desire for revenge, refused to defend himself. He wanted Addison to pay for what he believed she owed him, but that very resentment became his own downfall. Addison, on the other hand, couldn’t wait forever for him to let go of his hatred and pain. She was ready to walk away. But when she finally disappeared from his world, Zion lost his mind. He turned his own pack upside down in a desperate bid to avenge the abuse and torture she had suffered. Yet it was too late—she was gone. And worst of all, he never had the chance to tell her the truth: the pup in the other woman's belly wasn’t his. He couldn’t openly reveal it either, because that woman held a special status they couldn’t afford to offend. Zion had sent Addison away to protect her from being killed, but his pride had cost him everything. Hurting her became his greatest regret—one that overshadowed even the death of his father, the former Alpha. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Their paths crossed once again. And then, Zion saw her. No, them. Addison had a son. No—she had sons. There was another one. Regret clawed at him. He had once taunted her, wanting to break her, but now all he wanted was to make amends—to reclaim the family he had lost. But how? The gap between them was wider than ever. She wasn’t someone he could simply walk up to anymore. Would he ever get the chance to fix what he had broken? Or would Addison choose the mate her father, the Alpha King, had picked for her? After all, she wasn’t just anyone—she was the Alpha King’s only daughter, destined to be the first female Alpha King in history.

When the world ended, Clayton Hunt was just another street survivor scavenging for scraps, fighting for breath in a crumbling society on the edge of ruin. Then the sky cracked open, and the Genesis Protocols began. Dragged into Echoterra, a nightmarish trial world where survival rewrites your very soul, Clayton awakens. Not as a man, but as a seed… a goddamn seed! Stripped of his body, his memories locked behind suffocating layers, he must claw his way upward from the dirt, evolving into something far beyond human. The first trial is brutal and simple. ~----~ [Expand your territory to 100 square meters or die!] ~----~ Facing monstrous rivals, parasitic invaders, and the harsh reality of nature’s cruelty, Clayton battles not only to grow but to dominate; harnessing a feral, plantlike instinct he never knew lurked inside him. Along the way, fragments of his past leak through, reminding him who he was… and hinting at the terrifying power he might yet awaken. But survival isn’t enough. In a world where strength writes the law and weakness spells extinction, Clayton won’t just grow. He’ll thrive. And when he finally returns to the real world, it won’t be as a scavenger. It will be as a conqueror.

The chase was a lie. He knew it, and they knew it. Yet still, they ran—a spectral pack of wild animals, their forms shifting like shadows, their teeth glinting with a hatred born of collective judgment. They were not real, but the terror was. Every footfall on the pavement was a drumbeat against his sanity, a grim rhythm of a mistake he hadn’t committed. The specters of blame and venomous whispers were an old, familiar poison in his veins. Run, Gyan. Don’t look back. The words, his mother's voice a fragile anchor in the storm of his mind, echoed the very terror that drove him. But how could he not look back? The six-year-old girl’s face was seared into his memory, a perpetual stain on his soul. He had not hurt her, but he was blamed all the same. The rumor had grown its own fangs, and now it hunted him. He rounded a corner, gasping for air, his lungs burning. The pack was closing in, a low growl rising in the humid air. He could feel their phantom breath on his neck, the cold press of a lie. Desperate, he crashed through an ornate wooden gate, the hinges screaming in protest. He stumbled into a small, manicured courtyard, the scent of jasmine and rain-soaked earth a sudden, jarring calm. And then, he saw her. She was a sanctuary in the center of the chaos, a woman sculpted from stillness itself. Her eyes, a startling shade of serene gray, were fixed on him. She was in her thirties, her dark hair a fluid cascade over a simple, elegant dress. The chaos he was running from seemed to dissolve in the cool, distant luminescence of her gaze. A voice, soft as a sigh, pulled him from the edge of his panic. "Gyan… Gyan." His head snapped up. It was his mother, her face etched with a familiar despair. “A bad dream again?” she asked, her voice trembling. She sat beside him on the worn sofa, her hand gently tracing the lines of his face. He blinked, the vision of the courtyard fading, the feral scent of the chase replaced by the clean smell of his childhood home. He nodded, the phantom chase finally releasing its grip. "The girl was coming to see you again," his mother continued, her voice heavy with a worry he knew all too well. "I told her you were sleeping." His heart clenched. The girl. Not the one from the past, but the one his mother kept trying to set him up with. The daughter of her old friend. "Mom," he said, his voice flat. "I've told you. I have no interest in any girl, let alone someone who wants to talk about that place and those… events." His mother sighed, her blue eyes, so much like his own, filled with a sadness he couldn't stand. "You can’t run from it forever, Gyan. You can't let a decade of hate ruin the rest of your life. The girl... she just wants to help." Gyan looked away, his jaw tight. Help? How could she help him escape a chase that was all in his head, a nightmare that felt more real than his own life? How could she see the phantom pack that ran just behind him, their teeth bared, waiting for the day he finally tripped and they could tear him apart? He felt a new kind of dread settle in the pit of his stomach. They were getting closer. He knew it. And this time, they weren't the only ones closing in.

“I will not be defined as a ‘wolfless deviant’ I will not be a pawn in the 'games Alphas play' And I refuse to be mated to the stranger who crashed into my life and turned everything upside down… Only that might be my biggest challenge yet.” Those were the words Lyla chanted to herself as she left the annual werewolf gala, drenched in her sweat and her pheromones. Only days ago, she was a happy teenager existing in the human world – trying to get through college and go far away, forget everything she’s been through and start life afresh but now, she’s in the middle of the gala, sprawled on the ground with her desires in everyone’s face and Alpha Ramsey Kincaid – the Lycan leader of the White Moon Throne extending his hands towards her. If she takes it, she would bring dishonour to her family because she is in no state to be mingling with anyone, talk more of the Lycan leader who was out of her league and if she refuses, she risks being sent to the pack prison for not taking better care of herself during her heat - Yes, it was a crime for her to be without a wolf. But when he touches her, something inside her stirs… Desires? Yes! Powers hidden by the moon goddess? Yes! And maybe just maybe, the stirrings of her missing wolf whose voice can calm feral wolves and heal … Can she learn to trust this man whose mouth says a different thing and his hands speak another language or would she become a pawn – a piece of chess in the games ‘Alphas play’? One thing’s for certain- Lyla Woodlands was done being the pack’s little, dirty ‘wolfless deviant’. It’s time this wolfless wonder showed them what she’s made of. #Slow burn #Wispy old prophecies # Love Triangle - ML and FL best friend #Villian in love with FL Join my discord group: https://discord.gg/t2w9NgC4

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf rumored to be cursed and bring misfortune to all who cross paths with her. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~

“He rejected me in front of the entire pack… because she stole my scent.” Nobody wants a rejected Omega. Ayla Riverwinddoesn’t care anymore. She's done waiting for fate. As Northmoon Pack’s healer, she’s content in the shadows—until the day her world burns. Her best friend, ‘Cassia’, uses forbidden scentbinding magic to steal Ayla’s identity and claim her mate—high-ranking Alpha ‘Darius’—as her own. Publicly rejected, shackled in silver, and tortured with wolfsbane, Ayla is cast into a dungeon and marked feral. The rejection was meant to break her. Instead, it awakens something ancient inside her. When she escapes into the Outlands, Ayla meets ‘Rylan Stormblade’—a rogue healer with secrets carved into his skin and knowledge of a lost ritual that may restore her scent... or kill her. But Ayla’s scent is no longer just hers. It burns through the bond realm, ripping through the senses of one wolf in particular—’Kael Valerius’, the Alpha King. His wolf goes feral when her scent touches the wind, but he already has a Luna. Now hunted by Alphas who want her dead, claimed by a King she doesn’t trust, and stalked by a prophecy that says “the next Luna will break the throne or bless it”, Ayla must rise—not as someone’s mate…but as the Luna they tried to erase.

Nommé pour les Spirity Awards 2020 Mordu par un loup-garou, Dawn Wyatt devient une Neotide – un loup-garou qui n'a pas sa place dans le monde des sang-purs. Ce qui suit est encore plus éprouvant. Ciblés pour être tués par les ennemis de leur père, Dawn Wyatt, âgée de dix-huit ans, et son frère Cole, âgé de dix ans, échappent aux ravisseurs et implorent littéralement d'être accueillis par la famille d'un fermier. La famille accepte, mais lorsque les ravisseurs offrent une énorme récompense de dix millions de dollars pour les frères et sœurs échappés, la famille les trahit. Pour sauver leurs vies, ils fuient le pays. Dawn revient cinq ans plus tard en tant que loup-garou "Bitten" et analyste de marché brillante pour se faire une place. Et aussi pour se venger de ceux qui l'ont transformée en loup-garou et lui ont tout pris, sans se rendre compte qu'elle est le centre d'innombrables conspirations. Daryn Silver est le Prince mortellement sexy d'un rare Clan Argenté de loups-garous sang-purs. Froid, impitoyable et sans merci, il est arrogant. Et elle est mordue. Il veut éliminer tutti les mordus—les rogues de la surface de la Terre. Il les pourchasse depuis des années. Que se passe-t-il quand il la rencontre? C'est difficile de lui résister, et difficile de l'accepter. La vie de Dawn est bouleversée lorsqu'elle le rencontre. Elle découvre des choses dangereuses à son sujet - Il est un loup-garou sang-pur et est le prince d'un rare Clan Argenté auquel tous les autres meutes se courbent ; Il a eu de nombreuses petites amies. En fait, il a dû obtenir des ordonnances restrictives contre certaines des folles ; Il la manœuvre dans son monde avec une proposition qu'elle n'avait jamais prévue. Dawn utilise cela à son avantage ! Elle sait qu'elle joue avec le feu. Elle acquiesça et entra, tandis qu'il tenait la porte ouverte pour elle. Dès qu'elle ferma la porte, Daryn lui prit la main et la tira contre le mur. "Daryn…" Il se pencha et plaça ses mains de chaque côté de Dawn. Leurs visages étaient à un pouce l'un de l'autre. Daryn entrouvrit ses lèvres comme pour dire quelque chose. Dawn pouvait sentir toute la chaleur qui émanait de son corps, de son souffle. Elle serra le mur froid et plongea son regard dans le sien. Il se rapprocha un peu plus et sa respiration s'accéléra. Son esprit abandonna tout raisonnement. Ce n'était pas ce à quoi elle s'attendait dans son bureau. C'était la première fois qu'elle y mettait les pieds. "Je suis incapable de ne pas penser à toi, Dawn," chuchota-t-il. Elle mordit sa lèvre pour s'empêcher de toucher les siennes et de le ressentir. Daryn attrapa l'arrière de son cou et ses lèvres tombèrent sur les siennes. Elle frissonna. D'abord il les effleura légèrement, puis son baiser devint profond, plein de passion, qu'il retenait depuis longtemps. Il devenait de plus en plus difficile de ne pas l'embrasser jusqu'à la folie, de la sentir. Et Dawn—elle ferma les yeux. Rejoignez-moi pour lire l'aventure de Dawn Wyatt et Daryn Silver. Comme je l'ai dit, cela va être un roman de suspense/thriller/romance torride ! Alors, attachez vos ceintures pour un tour de montagnes russes ! Avertissement : Ce roman est rapide et contient du suspense, du frisson et de la romance. Ne vous attendez pas à une romance typique et cliché que vous lisez constamment. Et si vous cherchez cela, alors je suis désolé ce livre n'est pas pour vous ! Le livre contient du CONTENU MATURE ! Série Feral Confessions : Feral Confessions : Adrianna et l'Alpha (Terminé) Le Prince Alpha du Croissant d'Argent (Terminé) Ileus (En cours) Autres livres : Sucre et Épices : La Femme Fougueuse du PDG (Terminé) Deux Contrats : Mon Amant est un PDG (Terminé) Rejoignez-moi sur Discord à https://discord.gg/yqKgCvQ

༺❘✦ Ryo moderates online drama. Llewellyn is the drama. The System decides online arguments count as combat experience — and sends Ryo into battle as his partner. ✦❘༻ ━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━ Ryo thought moderating online drama was the worst part of his job. After years of night shifts, caffeine, and defending the Internet’s most polarizing figure — Llewellyn, the world’s most famous hero, the System’s golden boy, and the only person alive with Transcendent-level Elemental Mastery — Ryo figured he’d seen it all. Conspiracy theories? Fan petitions? Cult-like followers? All in a night’s work. Until the System decides that arguing online at 2 AM now counts as combat experience. Turns out Ryo’s unwavering defense and obsessive threat tracking apparently make him the ideal partner for Llewellyn himself… so the System sends him straight into battle! His role? Magical crisis management, wrangling unstable Elemental forces, and helping tackle whatever Magic is currently warping reality — all while keeping the world’s most powerful hero alive. Easy, right? Except that now he’s neck-deep in Dungeons and Distorted Realms — and just a little too fixated on Llewellyn’s mastery in battle. And everything else. It would be fine if the System’s matchmaking algorithms didn’t keep pushing them closer. ━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━ What you’ll find here: System | Magic | BL | Magical Apocalypse | Character-driven | Feral Partnership | Emotionally repressed chaos (slow burn-ish + mutual pining/attraction) | Banter | Combat | System mechanics | Elemental Magic | VR Games | The apocalypse is already happening, and the internet is not handling it well. What you won’t find: Instant power-ups | Love triangles | Harem anything | Sappy anyone | A protagonist who’s ever had a normal sleep schedule. Content Note: Current chapters are non-explicit — but the rating will likely go up as the story progresses. (I’ll update the warnings as needed.) Expect mutual attraction, sexual tension, and explicit scenes between consenting adults. ━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━ Webnovel updates: Mon / Wed / Fri — with extra chapters during launch week Also available (early access) on patreon (@scribblingpancake), with updates on Tue / Thur / Sat.

Mike wakes up in the body of a reptilian creature on a savage world. To survive, he must kill and consume other creatures each meal evolving his body into something stronger, more dangerous, and less human. Driven by the hope of returning to his wife and haunted by the life he lost, Mike climbs the food chain, but there are no answers, only silence, rage, and the voice in his mind that seems to be watching everything. Years later, after destroying the world’s final apex predator, Mike wakes up in a hospital room. Fifteen days have passed on Earth, but in his mind, it’s been years. Scarred, feral, and changed beyond recognition, Mike may have escaped the other world… but he didn’t return as the man who left. The world he returned to had fallen into chaos with the emergence of mythical and divine beings from history. How will Mike endure this new savage world of angels, demons and ancient gods? No Harem. No System. The first 41 chapters build Mike’s character and mold his choices moving forward. His trauma and pain guided him to forge a path in this new world of gods, demons and angels.

I’m Darius Moonlight, the bastard son of a rich noble family who used to live it up fucking whores and drinking myself stupid ‘til sunrise, or at least that used to live before i noticed i reincarnated with the memories of a previous life. And guess what? I woke up inside a godawful story I once read… as this very same character. But i'm not following the plot in a million years. You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna bang every last villainess the dumbass MC killed! That’s right! If the protagonist slaughtered all the hot, badass side villain girls just to be a righteous prick, then I’ll spend this second life claiming them one by one. Why? BECAUSE I FUCKING HATE THE AUTHOR. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Some informations must be clarified in this section, so read this beforehand. This work is a smut novel, so certain chapters containing serious lemons will be featured. You have been warned. The novel contains Netori content, basically the MC gets some compromised ladies, but don't get cucked. There demi-humans partners, like ferals, vampires, demons, draconics and others. We have Harem and Some Spicy Yuri Later. Theres no system. Theres no Incest (sorry my stepsister lovers) And no hypnosis, mind control or use of drugs for sex purposes, the protagonist at least don't use it, hehehe. Enjoy.

After graduating, she expected normal. A job. Blazers. Heels. Maybe someone kind to share Sunday mornings and stupid inside jokes. She wanted quiet. Predictable. Not this. Never this. But fate packed its bags and vanished. Because the moment she met him- Her world cracked like a ribcage, And something feral crawled out. She doesn't know his name. Doesn't know where he came from. Only that when their eyes met across the wreckage- She lost her breath. Her grip. Her goddamn mind. He isn't someone you crush on. He's the kind you survive. He doesn't flirt. He doesn't smile. He doesn't chase. But when he looks at you- You run. Or you fall. There's no in-between. And she? She fell. Hard. Fast. Wrong. Because this isn't romance. It's war. A war between peace and the storm that wears a man's face. Where secrets are bullets, the battlefield is a bed, And the only rule is: Don't ask what he's hiding. But secrets don't stay buried- Not when they whisper your name like sin. Not when they leave bruises and paint your soul in portraits you don't remember posing for. She thinks she's smart. She thinks she knows danger. But the truth? Danger saw her first. Years ago. And it never looked away. --- > "You shouldn't fall in love with strangers." "Who said I had a choice?" --- The Hunter isn't a love story. It's a descent. Into obsession. Into madness. Into the kind of passion that doesn't knock- It breaks the door down and sets the house on fire. This is what happens when a girl meets her end. And it smiles. And waits. --- Welcome to Lords of Obsession. Where love doesn't bloom. It bleeds. --- THE HUNTER LORDS OF OBSESSION BOOK ONE

#WARNING Vivid descriptions of abuse scenes. Readers discretion is advised. They call it an honor, but everyone knows the truth. Every year, the Lycans choose one werewolf from the Feral Packs to attend Lunar Crest Academy. A place of wealth, power, and deadly secrets. A place no Feral has ever returned from. This year, that sacrifice is Lorraine Anderson Branded as the outcast of the ShadowFang Pack, she has endured years of torment at the hands of those who once called her family. Beaten, broken, and betrayed, she is now being handed over to the monsters that rule them all. The Lycans. She knows what awaits her.....death. But when she arrives at Lunar Crest Academy, she finds something even worse than death. A game. One where she is the lowest-ranked player. One where survival is impossible. And at the center of it all stands him. The Lycan prince. Cold. Ruthless. Dangerous. His red eyes seem to follow her every move, his presence a constant, suffocating force. She should fear him like everyone else. She should cower under his gaze. But she doesn’t. Because beneath his terrifying exterior, there’s something else. Something dark and possessive. Something that makes her heart pound in a way it never should. In a world where strength is everything and weakness means death, Lorraine has only one choice.... to fight. Even if it means challenging the very monsters that want to destroy her. Even if it means becoming something far more terrifying than anyone ever expected. Because one thing is certain… She will not die quietly.

Ren wanted snacks. Got apocalypse instead. A random gangster says something that sounds like a toddler made it up. Suddenly: gangs panic, police go feral, the government loses its pants, and the military is like “yeah let’s nuke a bar.” Meanwhile, Ren’s trying to find his TV remote. No chosen one. No destiny. Just one guy whose only crime was existing near plot. Warning: Contains violence, conspiracy, and absolutely no common sense. Perfect if you like chaos, crime, and confusion in that order. ---

Kael was a promising young swordsman, destined to etch his name into the annals of history with his skill and determination. From an early age, his unmatched talent and fiery spirit earned him admiration and envy alike. But when he was just ten years old, his life took a tragic and irreversible turn. On a moonless night, his parents were brutally slain by a malevolent witch, leaving him orphaned and consumed by grief. Years later, driven by vengeance and honed by relentless training, Kael finally confronted and defeated the witch responsible for his family’s demise. However, his victory came at a cruel price. As she drew her final breath, the witch’s partner emerged from the shadows and cast a dark and insidious curse upon him — a curse that would haunt him forever. The curse twisted his very nature, making him perpetually and uncontrollably consumed by carnal desire. Whenever his lust remains unfulfilled, the curse overtakes his mind, driving him into a feral, uncontrollable frenzy, attacking anyone who dares come near. Now Kael after trying to conquer the curse for years, he has decided to walk the path to follow the path he was suppose to follow.

"And if someday you see me, remember to forget my name, or karma will bow." **** For Awuor’s power, her people had done the unthinkable, in the history of werewolves. Her beta and brother, Dom, murdered their mother, the Sicario luna and blamed it on Awuor. In his grief, her father didn't bother to try and find out the truth, instead, for murdering her mother, he gave his daughter the worst punishment any alpha could ever get. He banished her from home, but Awuor’s wasn’t the usual banishment. Her father neither stripped her of the alpha title, nor did he make her a rogue. Instead, Alpha Sicario forced Awuor to be an exiled alpha, a woman so powerful, but with no one to rule over. Her mate, Jer, a power-hungry bastard, stepped up to rule the Sicario pack, since Awuor, the reigning alpha, was away, and Jer never once sought her out. Just like everyone else, he had betrayed her when he claimed a different woman, without rejecting Awuor. As the gates of Sicario closed on her, as her people watched her in disgust and disappointment, the daughter of Sicario had just one thought. A PROMISE of destruction & vengeance; she would ruin them all. *** [EXCERPT] "Either you're from the Dawson pack, the Bluemoon pack, or the Sicario pack, because you're definitely not from our Greyson pack. You must have done something really stupid for your alphas to banish you, even though you have no scent of the ferals. "So that could mean you're not a feral, but you're certainly not that important to your people. You seem to have an attitude and reek of power, that's why you don't appreciate anyone talking to you like a regular wolf. "But all of that doesn't matter right now, because you are the unwanted little wolf. The girl without a home, the rejected wolf who can't be claimed by anyone else. You're dressed in banana leaves because you have no clue how to make proper clothing on your own. "— or even check the feral cloth reservoir on the west of this forest. The fact that you have stayed so close to the other three packs is because you don't want to be away from home and are somehow hoping that they'd want you back. "Allow me to spell it out for you and make it easier for your probably useless brain to understand, little wolf, no one wants you. I'm only taking you to my alpha because your presence here is a nuisance to us, and for some reason, the alpha is interested in you. "And before you get any ideas about mates and whatnot, our alpha is already mated. So will you get up on your own, or do we have to take you stripped? Because I for one have no problem doing that. We could just treat you like the rogue that you're not," Adolf said to Awuor who still had her angry smirk on.

In a fractured future where Earth’s colonies cling to survival behind domed cities and orbital fortresses, humanity faces extinction not from above — but from within. The Dreadborne: lab-grown apex predators once meant to secure mankind’s dominance, have turned feral and unrelenting, tearing through everything in their path. Only the United Colonial Front’s elite UCIC forces stand between civilization and collapse. Among the newly enlisted are Israel and Isaiah Johnson — two brothers drafted into the crucible of war and assigned to Forward Unit Delta-9, a hybrid squad forged from precision infantry and specialized suit operators. One dons the stealth-optimized Eidolon suit, orange-plated and built for recon and rapid engagement. The other, quiet and calculating, becomes the team’s Gideon — a combat engineer and combat medic, armored in deep green and carrying the burden of keeping everyone alive. As the brothers undergo brutal simulations, suit integration, and frontline indoctrination, they’ll be thrust into the fire not only of alien horrors but of human treachery. The real threat may not lie in the Brood Zones alone — but in the shadows cast by powerful corporations funding a growing insurrection. Caught between genetic annihilation and a civil war on the rise, the brothers must hold the line, no matter the cost. Bonds will be tested. Blood will be spilled. And not all of them will make it home. This is Brothers of the Infernal Front — a grounded military sci-fi epic where loyalty is rare, steel is sacred, and survival is earned one drop at a time.

Desire might be gentle but not here, it is filthy, possessive, obsessive and once you taste it you can never get enough. Steamy Sessions is NOT sweet slow burn novel with a charming prince, this collection contains quite a number of EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT including: •Intense power play. • Pet play, pain play, bondage, obedience training. •Dubsub elements. •Possessive, obsessive, morally questionable love interests. •Dark Erotic Fantasies. •Exhibitionism, degradation and praise. •Noncon/Dubcon. •Sharing, Public Submission. •Sadistic Dom, Brutal Switches and Feral Brats. •Queer Characters. •Possessive Monsters.

“Some doors open only for the broken. Some names never wanted to be remembered.” Five years ago, Eira Starling’s brother vanished without a trace. Now, all she has left of him is a name inked in fading memory — and a whisper only she can hear. When a rain-soaked path leads her to a door that shouldn’t exist, Eira steps into a hidden library where books breathe, memories whisper, and names hold dangerous power. There, she meets Cael: the ink-stained Keeper who speaks in riddles and rules, and who seems more ghost than man. The Library offers Eira a deal. Knowledge in exchange for service. Answers in exchange for her ink. Bound by a magical contract, Eira must learn to sort and seal unstable whispers—fragments of memory, sorrow, and forgotten truth—before they unravel her name from the inside out. But as she sinks deeper into the Library’s forbidden wings, she begins to uncover a truth even older than the ink that binds her. Her brother may still be alive. But the Library remembers him too. And it never forgets what it’s taken. ⸻ A slow-burn romantic fantasy for fans of gothic magic, lyrical danger, and quietly feral girls who bargain with ink.

In a world where survival is earned through blood and Contract, five strangers awaken in the ruins of a Trial designed to kill them. Silas, haunted by memories that aren’t entirely his. Senya, the sharpshooter with a mind like a scalpel. Jex, fire-born and reckless, burning for redemption. Nira, stitched together by science and ghosts. Torren, the feral giant whose rage speaks louder than words. Together, they survive the Hollowforge—a living nightmare that devours the unworthy—and emerge changed. Marked by the Forge. Chosen by Remnants long thought lost to myth. But surviving the Trial is only the beginning. Labeled heretics by the Tribunal and hunted by the very system that forged them, the newly formed team—now called the Ashbinders—must navigate a fractured world ruled by corrupted Remnant Contracts, forbidden Boons, and ancient gods hiding behind broken laws. As the power within them grows, so does the cost. The Remnants whisper. The Tithe stirs. And at the heart of it all, a long-buried truth begins to surface: > One of them will ascend. One of them will fall. And one of them was never meant to live. In a war between what humanity has become and what it tried to bury, the Ashbinders must decide whether to break their Contracts... or become something far worse.

In a world where Ferals—beast-like beings—are shackled by human oppression and hunted with collars, Lyra, a Feral fox with a mafia-stained past, flees a life of betrayal and bloodshed. A desperate alley fight leads her to Kai, a human martial arts prodigy consumed by perfection, and Darius, his adoptive father, a war-torn MMA trainer who once crushed Ferals in battle. Their uneasy alliance offers Lyra a chance at Bestial Mixed Martial Arts (BMMA), a brutal arena where Ferals and humans collide in savage fights, fueling a world divided by hate. Training under Kai’s deadly precision, Lyra’s feral instincts clash with his calculated strikes, igniting a rivalry that tests her pride. But as her mafia past stalks her and Kai’s secrets unravel, Lyra must conquer the ring to defy a Feral-hating society. One loss could chain her forever—or cost her life.

Some bonds are written in blood. Others are carved by the moon. When Aria Rivers, a quiet herbalist with a mysterious past, wanders into forbidden territory on the night of the new moon, she unknowingly steps into a world where beasts rule and fate is unforgiving. She encounters Kael Blackfang, the ruthless and cold-hearted Alpha of the most feared werewolf pack in the region. Kael lives by one rule: never trust a human. But the moment he scents her, everything changes. The bond is undeniable. The pull is feral. Aria is his fated mate — and he despises her for it. Torn between duty to his pack and the curse of the bond, Kael tries to push Aria away. But something ancient is stirring — an old prophecy tied to Aria’s bloodline and the rise of a Luna who will change everything. As war brews between rival packs and betrayal bleeds from within, Aria must find her voice, her strength, and the beast within her — or risk losing Kael, herself, and the fragile peace holding their worlds together. Feral Hearts is a gripping paranormal romance filled with enemies-to-lovers tension, wild passion, fierce loyalty, and a love story powerful enough to break even the cruelest curse.

Her scent. Her moans. Her trembling body. Everything screamed mine. Mine to possess. Mine to wreck. Mine to devour. It was wrong. But I didn’t care. I leaned in and tore the blindfold off. Before she could blink, I crashed my mouth against hers. It was wild. Feral. Hungry. Every second I’d held back—I poured into that kiss. And she matched me, breath for breath. She tasted better than any girl I've ever had. Or maybe that was because I’d never kissed another girl. I didn’t do kisses. I always went straight to sex. No strings. No softness. That was the rule. That has always been the rule. But this wolf? She changed something. I didn’t know what. But she was my first. And already, she was addicting. °°°°°°°°°° Alpha Viktor was a rogue, cursed after killing his father. Marked by fate, he was doomed to lose any woman who dared to love him. Except his true mate. Only she could break the curse. But even at twenty-eight, she hadn’t appeared. Then came Ariel Virellis. An ordinary omega. Abandoned. Broken. Deserted by her mate—who also happened to be Viktor’s half-brother. She was forbidden. But Viktor couldn’t stop craving the forbidden fruit. Could she be his salvation? Or will loving him be the death of her?

She has no name. No memory. No past. Only shackles... and the vampire prince who bought her. Prince Kael calls her Pet. She sleeps on cold furs at the foot of his bed, eats from his fingers, and endures his punishments in silence. He expects her to break. She doesn’t. That makes her dangerous. And it makes him obsessed. But there's something buried deep in her blood — something feral, ancient, and forbidden. She doesn’t know she’s the last royal werewolf, or that her entire bloodline was massacred. And when her wolf awakens, all hell will break loose. The court will demand her death. The prince will be forced to choose. Between his kingdom... and the girl who was never meant to survive. Content Warning: This story contains mature themes including slavery, dark romance, emotional manipulation, violence, trauma, possessive dynamics, and psychological control. Reader discretion is advised.

In a world scarred by the 'Great Sundering' and plagued by the insidious Void Blight, Kael lives a brutal existence, fiercely protecting his small settlement, Haven. When the ruthless warlord Ragnar attacks, abducting Kael's sister, Elara, Kael is pushed to the brink. In a desperate, agonizing transformation, he awakens the 'Apex Protocol,' a primal system that unleashes monstrous power, turning him into a terrifying force of nature. Haunted by Elara's scream and battling the Protocol's feral whispers, Kael embarks on a relentless quest through the desolate Dustlands. He navigates treacherous landscapes, confronts mutated horrors, and clashes with Ragnar's relentless raiders, all while struggling to retain his humanity. Along the way, he forms a tense alliance with the Ash Runners, a band of rebels fighting Ragnar's tyranny. Their journey leads them to the Iron Citadel, Ragnar's formidable stronghold, where Kael discovers Ragnar's horrifying connection to the Void Blight – a sentient, malevolent entity. As Kael confronts Ragnar in a cataclysmic battle, he uncovers the Apex Protocol's true purpose: an ancient countermeasure against the Blight. Faced with the ultimate choice, Kael must fully embrace the monstrous power within to sever the Blight's core, risking his very soul to save his sister and the dying world. The novel culminates in a brutal victory, leaving Kael as the 'Silent Guardian,' forever walking the line between man and beast, a beacon of hope in a world slowly healing.

"Forget Every damn thing about us being related we're not!! And if denouncing you as my sister's means having myself in you right here and now then you Aria is just a stranger to me" Aria's life had never been her own. Born to the Royal Bloodline of Silvermoon Pack, she was marked from birth as a mistake. A girl. An Omega. A runt. The curse of her gender was nothing compared to the shame of her rank Her mother cursed her for being born female. Her father cast her aside, claiming her scent was wrong, her wolf too soft, too fragile to carry the legacy of their house. She was raised in silence and shadows, groomed more like a servant than a daughter. But everything changed the day she turned eighteen. On the night of her engagement, her bloodline curse awakened. There she realized she had been cursed with a heat scent. Worse… it awakened her own desires. Feral. Forbidden. Craving the very touch of those she had grown beside as siblings. Her own adoptive brothers!! It was ... A heat no suppressant could cure. A craving that twisted her instincts and tore at her sanity. She was cursed—twice. 1. To drive those around her mad with lust. 2. To feel overwhelming desire for the only wolves she could never have. Her Foster Brothers Why? Because in the werewolf world… desiring your pack-brothers is punishable by death.

What happens when the Chainbreaker who prides herself in freedom and liberating the people is bound to a feral shadow Prince who wants her dead? __________ In a world where magic is leased through oppressive Contracts, Zahara a rogue mage branded 'heretic' for destroying divine Contracts, leads a rebellion to dismantle divine systems. She accidentally triggers the "Fated Bond System" binding herself to Kaelen—a cursed shadow prince who transforms into a monster when he feels too much. To survive, they must complete the system’s twisted "romantic tasks," but every kiss, touch and confession fuels an ancient god’s resurrection. As their forced bond deepens, they face an impossible choice: sever their connection and doom the world, or merge their souls into a godhood that erases free will. Love is their greatest weapon… and the deadliest trap. Warning: This is my first novel, and might not look so professional. But you are sure going to love our sharp tongued FL, hot headed ML and their love-hate relationship.

This is a generic romance story. A little toxic, fantastical. Slightly Stockholm. She is nonchalant, and he is obsessed. They are connected by a biological fated bond. I chose an alpha-omega universe simply as an excuse to write smut. I've always liked the idea of biological desires controlling the body, emotionally. That's all. I hope people don't read though, because- cringe alert. Isaac Rudiego is the only Alpha in Cove Crest College. He’s had everything and everyone he’s ever wanted, but nothing has ever made him...feel. That is, until Aimi Lionesse walks onto campus. The moment he scents her, it’s over. His instincts screamed.

"What did you see?" Alpha Draco growled, terror flashing in his eyes. I moved towards him, my hands shaking uncontrollably with the tray of coffee. "I didn’t see anything, I swear," I whispered, trying to look away from the sharp fangs glinting on his fingers. Elara, the fated Luna to the Alpha, was sent as an agent—an invisible shadow within the clan—to spy on and destroy the very people who shattered her family. Taking the role of a lowly maid and housekeeper, she blends into the background, underestimated and unseen, all while carrying the weight of her dangerous mission. But the Alpha she serves harbors a secret no one else knows. Draco is gripped by a chilling fear—if he doesn’t find his true mate soon, he will lose himself to the wild wolf inside, becoming a feral beast with nothing left to control him. As Elara moves deeper into the heart of the clan, she finds herself drawn to the tortured Alpha, their fates tangled by destiny and deception. Every day is a perilous balance between duty and desire, truth and lies. The tension is electric, the danger immediate, and the price of failure is death. With enemies hidden in plain sight, alliances shifting like shadows, and her mission threatening to unravel at any moment, Elara must decide—can she complete her vengeance, or will the powerful bond between Alpha and Luna destroy everything she’s fought for? In a world where trust is fragile and survival is never guaranteed, Elara faces the ultimate question: how far will she go to protect her family’s legacy—and what will she risk to save the Alpha from the beast within?

Cursed by the moon and haunted by the blood on his hands, Alpha Cassian Vale is a ticking time bomb. Every full moon steals his control, turning him into a feral beast feared by even his own pack. Struggling to keep the fragments of his humanity intact, Cassian wants nothing more than to break free from the chains of his brutal curse. Elara is a hidden anomaly—a white wolf shrouded in secrecy, bearing a sigil that marks her as something more than she appears. When fate draws her into Cassian's bloodstained world, secrets unravel, destinies collide, and ancient forces awaken. But as their bond deepens, and enemies gather in the shadows, Cassian must face the truth: Elara might be the key to breaking his curse—or the final spark that burns everything down. This is a gripping fantasy werewolf romance filled with danger, passion, and a love powerful enough to challenge fate itself.