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Hades' Cursed Luna

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)
Lilac_Everglade · 1.4M Views

An Omega In The Middle Of Mafia Interests

Erika Belion never expected her life to suddenly take such a dangerous turn. She used to be just a low-income omega who worked several part-time jobs just to make ends meet with food and a roof over her head due to a difficult family situation. The wolf never expected that in the middle of a presentation by her musical group in a small speakeasy, her heat would be unleashed, and since she did not have a partner, she ended up emitting irresistible pheromones that, added to her lack of control, turned her act into a spectacle of mockery. That night she felt so humiliated that she had to leave without pay because, in addition to her zeal, she did not have the courage to look her boss in the eyes. But while Erika ran as fast as she could to her car to go straight to her apartment, feeling so embarrassed that she did not realize that from one moment to the next the laughter along with the degrading mockery towards her could be heard in the background. They stopped dead in dead silence. If only he had been in better condition or taken a moment to compose himself, perhaps he would have learned sooner that his heat would have drawn the attention of someone extremely dangerous. Among all the alphas who might have been interested in her for some reason or another... the one who was most interested was the boss of one of the most dangerous mafias on the continent. William Aballay. ----- "William, our relationship is not good..." -Erika whispered, with a trembling voice, turning her back on the alpha, not being able to see him in the eyes- "I bring out the worst in you" -When she was about to run towards the door, he suddenly felt as if one hand was placed on his waist while the other snaked towards his neck, squeezing it a Little- "Ho, my dear Erika" -the black-haired man would tighten his grip a little, bringing his mouth close to the omega's ear, touching it lightly- "you couldn't be more wrong" -the shiver that this action caused only made him smile- "what you saw a few moments ago was simply the real me... the William that everyone fears and respects because he knows what will happen to them if they don't" "W-Wil..." "I would kill everyone I consider allies with my bare hands before I lost you" -he murmured, a dark smile now curving his lips- "I would kill the world itself if it dares to make the slightest scratch on you. You belong to omega... and nothing and no one will change that"
Latios_05_04 · 3.7K Views

Tangled in Desire

Zara's eyes were glued to Xavier's bare chest, unable to look away. The sculpted muscles, the deep V-line, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips—she couldn't help but be captivated. It was as if her brain had short-circuited, and all logic had left her. She moved a step closer, almost unconsciously, her hand lifting as if to touch his chest. Before her fingers could make contact, Xavier's quick reflexes caught her wrist. His grip was firm, but not harsh, and he raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an amused expression. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice low but laced with a hint of teasing. Zara, startled but determined not to show weakness, scratched the back of her head awkwardly, trying to save face. "What do you mean? Why are you walking around shirtless?" she countered, trying to shift the focus off herself. Xavier's smirk deepened, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm not the one sneaking around in other people's rooms, Zara. You're the one who barged in here." Zara blinked, her mind scrambling to find an excuse. "Oh, right," she muttered, still not sure how to explain her behavior. She gave him a sheepish grin, but her eyes darted back to his chest, trying to look casual. "I was just… looking for something," she said, her words trailing off as she tried to think of a better lie. Xavier didn't buy it for a second. Slowly, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Zara instinctively took a step back, but Xavier followed, not giving her any space to escape. Her heart raced as she backed up again, trying to keep some distance between them, but Xavier wasn't making it easy. "Trying to run away now?" Xavier teased, his voice laced with playful challenge. He moved another step forward, and Zara continued retreating, her back now against the wall. Her breath hitched as she realized she had nowhere else to go. "I wasn't trying to run away," Zara said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. "Just, you know, I… I don't want to intrude. I just—"  But Xavier wasn't interested in her stammering excuses. His gaze remained locked on her, and as he stepped closer, his hand that had caught her wrist slowly slid down to her fingers, brushing against her skin. The gentle touch sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Zara's heart hammered in her chest, and she took another step back, this time bumping into the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't help but feel the heat building between them, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. Xavier, now mere inches from her, tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful grin. "I think you're lying," he murmured, his voice soft, but full of mischief. "You were trying to touch my chest, weren't you?" Zara's face flushed with heat, and she tried to push back against him, but it was like trying to move a mountain. She cleared her throat, trying to recover some of her composure. "Maybe I was," she admitted, her voice low. "But, um… so what? It's not like you're making it easy to ignore." Xavier's grin widened as he leaned even closer, his body just inches away from hers. The closeness was overwhelming, and Zara's mind started to spin. She could feel the heat radiating off his chest, and she had to fight the urge to reach up and touch it again. "Is that so?" Xavier whispered, his breath warm against her ear. He placed his hand on the wall beside her head, trapping her in place as he stared down at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You sure about that?".
Paula_y2k · 19.8K Views

Claimed and Marked by the Lycan God

This is a R18 book. It has a good amount of romance and smut . ********************************** “Your scent,” he rasped, as if his wolf and human sides were colliding. “I can’t… resist…. I can’t resist your scent.” Selene’s back hit the wall, and she realized she had nowhere left to go. Lykos closed the distance between them, his body mere inches from hers. She could feel the heat radiating off him, matching the heat going through her body. His hand reached out, brushing against her cheek, and she flinched at the contact. His touch was surprisingly gentle giving the situation she found herself in. “I warned you Selene. And I tried to stay away,” he murmured, “But the bond… it’s too strong. You’re mine, Selene.” ********************************** Selene, a dedicated scholar of ancient civilizations, lives a life steeped in the study of forgotten histories. Her days are spent lecturing, researching, and immersing herself in texts that others often overlook. But everything changes when she stumbles upon an obscure article about the ancient ruins of Veyrath. A place long thought to be little more than a legend. What catches her attention is not just its ancient mystery, but the unsettling fact that it has been completely ignored by historians and archaeologists alike. Compelled by an inexplicable force, Selene sets out to uncover the truth behind the abandoned temple. As she explores its crumbling walls, she discovers a relic that awakens something within the temple. The ground trembles, the walls shift, and something ancient stirs beneath the earth, determined to reclaim what was once imprisoned…
StarlitScrolls · 3.3K Views

Midnight bride

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”
Neph444 · 1.2K Views
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