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Transmigrated: The Lycan King’s Pet

Suddenly, the door burst open, flying a meter away from its position. A figure stood at the center of the doorway, his chest heaved heavily. His sharp claws glistened in the dim light. His raven black hair was ruffled, and his eyes were silvery grey. “Master…” I muttered, a small smile curved on my lips. ‘He came at last.’ The temperature dropped as his overbearing aura crept into every corner of the room. Damon didn’t charge or growl. He just walked forward slowly, calmly, as if he had all the time in the world. But something about him felt like the calm before a storm. “Close your eyes,” he said. His voice was so calm, as if everything was alright. Then came a sharp, horrifying sound like thick fabric tearing. A blood-chilling cry followed. “STOP! PLEASE! I didn’t touch her… I was wrong… please…!” Erik wailed. But another snap came, followed by a heavy thud against the ground.  “Touch what belongs to me…” Damon murmured. His voice was low, steady, and terrifying. “…And this is what you get.” A long silence followed. Then, slow footsteps echoed. “You’re safe now,” he said. He covered my body with his jacket and carried me out. The candle behind us flickered once more, casting one last glow on Erik’s bloodied remains… before it went out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Ember opened her eyes, she was no longer the powerful, independent woman she once was. Instead, she woke up in the fragile, abused body of a lowly Omega, destined to be nothing but a breeder for the Alphas. Her escape attempt didn’t get her far. Instead, it led her straight into the path of Damon Blackthorn, the ruthless Lycan King feared by all. Sold like a slave by her own father, Ember becomes the property of a man with a frozen heart and a violent temper. But beneath her submissive mask lies something more: a cunning mind and a will that refuses to break. Now, in a world ruled by dominance, power, and ancient bloodlines, Ember must do more than just survive. She must outsmart a king. She must earn the loyalty of the very people who scorn her. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll bring the Alpha to his knees.
Missnormal · 221K Views

Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle

"Strip." The command was sharp, laced with authority, cutting through the silence like the crack of a whip. The deep timbre of Dimitri's voice sent a shiver down the spines of the gathered women. They had learned quickly in the past two days, obedience meant survival. At his order, they bowed their heads, hands trembling as they peeled away the thin, tattered fabric that barely shielded them from humiliation. But one of them did not move. She stood frozen in place promting Dimitri's eyes narrow. _________ Born in a world of deception, Princess Sorayah Drakon was forced to live as a prince, hiding her gender and her unique gifts. She can heal wounds, command the elements, disguise as someone else or animals, manipulate dreams, creates powerful illusions, and ability to wield strength no other human possesses. Feeling trapped, she sheds her false identity under the cover of night to dress as a woman. One fateful night, during one of these secret escapades, she met Lupien Nightshade, the crown prince of the werewolves! It was love at first sight. But love soon turns into tragedy when Lupien kills her father, throwing the human kingdom into chaos. Humans were captured as slaves and Sorayah became one of them. She swore revenge, wanting to get close to Lupien to kill him but before she could, she was claimed by Dimitri Nightshade, Lupien's uncle! When she realized their interests aligned, Sorayah sought to gain his trust and use him as a weapon. Two enemies. One kingdom. A shared thirst for destruction. But there was something else. Something Sorayah hadn't planned for. Dimitri Nightshade was irresistible. She hated him so much she wanted to carve his heart out with her bare hands but she couldn't deny the way he made her burn with passion. Will Soraya be able to bend him to her will? Or will she be trapped in his claws forever?
BLUE_WAVY_ · 177K Views

The Invincible Full-Moon System

The sinful acts of humanity bring forth a great calamity upon themselves, or so they thought. Supernatural Emergence happened. Supernatural creatures start to come out of nowhere and forcefully claim half of the Earth and massacre any humans that cross their paths. All of them are too powerful, dozens of countries fall under their diabolic claws. Humanity was pushed against the corner. But things started to turn around when humanity began to awaken magical powers. Awakened is the name for those who awaken these powers blessed by the Gods, and they become the pillars of humanity. Rex Silverstar is a normal boy who has a traumatic experience. On the day of the Supernatural Emergence, a Werewolf takes everything he has. He lost his family and his home, left alone in this cruel world. What drives him to live every day is his deep hatred towards the Supernaturals. Joining the military in the hope of helping exterminate the Supernaturals from an early age, he found out that it's impossible to kill the Werewolf that was responsible for killing his parents without being an Awakened. On a fateful night, in a near-death experience, he's given a chance by the full moon. It was the turning point of his life. Obtaining a System that allows him to become stronger, having the potential to match and surpass the Supernaturals, Rex was ecstatic until he saw his stats window. "I'M NOT A WEREWOLF!!" "Daily quest failed, sanity stat has been decreased by 20%!" "Sanity stat is too low, you are unable to contain the blood moon blessing!" "Starting forceful transformation!" "WHAT?! I'm a human! What transformation?!" "You are overwhelmed with bloodlust!" ----- Join my discord: https://discord.gg/cg6a5sBkpJ Support me here: https://ko-fi.com/mrboogey13 ----- I do not own the cover of the book, if you made it and want to take it down just say so and I will immediately change it.
Mrboogey13 · 3.8M Views

Le péché du Lycan

CONTENU POUR ADULTES "Es-tu en train de t'accoupler avec quelqu'un ?" Stupéfaite, elle fit un pas en arrière, élargissant l'espace entre eux. "Pardon ?" "Ah..." Un soupir quitta ses lèvres. "Peut-être que je dois reformuler ma question. Est-ce que tu baises quelqu'un ?" Elle inspira rapidement, ne sachant pas quoi dire. La colère s'éveillait dans sa tête, se mêlant à un désir inattendu. Malheureusement, le désir l'emportait. Il leva un sourcil, et l'instant suivant, il se tenait déjà devant son corps. Ses instincts se déclenchèrent. Elle fit quelques pas en arrière jusqu'à ce que son dos heurte le mur. L'odeur de chocolat et d'amandes flotta entre eux. Envoûtée, elle crut sentir la douceur du vin, mais cela disparut aussi vite que c'était venu. "Je ne pense pas que cela vous regarde, Monsieur Graydon." Elle fit un bruit d'agacement. "N'est-ce pas ?" Sa respiration se fractura, ses yeux s'assombrirent de désir. "Non." Ses lèvres tremblaient de son déni flagrant. Elle rassembla tout le courage qu'elle pouvait, espérant qu'il ne sentirait pas son excitation. Elle savait que c'était en vain. Ses doigts effleurèrent légèrement ses joues, puis ils descendirent le long de son cou, s'attardant sur sa clavicule, le contact envoyant des frissons le long de sa colonne vertébrale. Cela éveilla le besoin primal qu'elle avait cherché à cacher depuis leur rencontre. Elle le voulait. Non. Elle avait besoin de lui, à l'intérieur d'elle. Son visage rougit à la pensée de lui la prenant, de préférence contre ces murs. "Tu me veux," déclara-t-il. "Autant que je te veux." Choquée par son propre désir brut et puissant, elle tourna la tête. "Je ne..." "Chut..." il la fit taire d'un doigt. Puis il se rapprocha, si près que ses longs cils effleurèrent sa joue. Son cœur battait comme un tambour dans sa poitrine, rapide et chaud d'anticipation. "Maintenant dis-moi petite... Est-ce que je dois me débarrasser de quelqu'un avant de te faire supplier de te laisser jouir ?" Est-ce que l'amour vaut le chaos qu'il apporte ? Tags : #lycans #sorcière #fémininfort #mâlefort #pasderapport #smut #mates #slowburn Retrouvez les informations complètes à l'intérieur ! Écrit par : B.Mitchylle Email : bmitchylle@gmail.com Insta : @b.mitchylle Discord : MitchyMitch#3750 EDITÉ par : S.T. Ahikx Insta : @S.T. Ahikx JE NE POSSÈDE PAS LA COUVERTURE !
B_Mitchylle · 46.1K Views

Revival of The Last Lycan

Alternate Title: Empire of Teeth For over five centuries, Vampires have ruled the world from impenetrable city-spires and unyielding fortresses, claiming to protect humanity from the savage werewolf plague they helped create. The truth behind their rise lies buried deep beneath the new world order. But when a mining operation in the tundra of Fennur’s Maw uncovers a being thought extinct, a tremor runs through The Blooded Empire’s foundation. He is a barely a man, or so he appears—musclebound, silver-streaked, and golden-eyed. He remembers nothing… not even his name. As he awakens in a world built to fear him, hunted and mistrusted, this Lycan reborn must navigate the blood-soaked politics of a planet held hostage by immortal tyrants and scheming Coven Nobility. But something stirs in the shadows—ancestral spirits, elemental forces, and long-dead memories claw their way to the surface. The Lycan race lost the war half a century ago. But the Lycan soul never vanished. It was waiting. ********* No System, No Academy, No Harem. If you’re a fan of Underworld, Noblesse and Garou Lore of WTA, then I think you’ll really like this novel since I took inspiration from all three when crafting this story. You can also find this story with a few extra chapters on Royal Road under the same title: Empire of Teeth ************* Extra tags: Martial Arts, Social Commentary, Uprising, Historical, War and Military, Cyber-Punk, Solar-Punk, Soft Sci-Fi ************** WHAT TO EXPECT? A unique and engaging DUAL power system. Not one, but two power systems that have narrative cohesion and purpose. Steady progression. despite the lack of exp from kills and stat points, the mc and his pack will steadily grow in ways that are felt and clearly understood. Tight pacing. not a lot of room for dilly dallying unless there’s a purpose. Commentary. There won’t be hamfisted political opinions or anything like that, but I will use the medium of Lycans to explore how wolves are highly misunderstood and used to push gendered agendas and fear monger etc. I’ll also explore the concepts of class and other things becahse why not. An Mc that’s lowkey similar to dbs broly. especially in the beginning. Tragedy. but not without purpose. Great fight scenes. I think martial arts and how it connects to different cultures and experiences is fascinating and I’ve used that as a way to explore the lore of lycans so many fight scenes will be more than a fight. they’ll also be an experience and dive into the past. nothing too overwhelming or drawn out though. trust.
_Avatar0FFury_ · 3.8K Views

Bride of the Lycan

It was never meant to be a union. Only a transaction. When Seraphina, the illegitimate daughter of a Southern High Lord, is bartered off in marriage to the cold High Lord of the North, she expects cold stone, colder glances, and a life spent in silence. Instead, she finds herself at the heart of an ancient fortress pulsing with secrets, where every shadow watches, and every man may not be wholly man. Her husband, Lord Aevriel, rules with a cold gaze and iron restraint. Rumored to have murdered his own father to ascend, he is feared by his men and obeyed without question. But beneath his composed cruelty lies something darker, something not entirely human, and Seraphina has just become its most dangerous temptation. Aevriel? He doesn’t want a wife. He wants silence. Obedience. Peace in the haunted dark. But Seraphina makes peace impossible. Their banter is vicious, barbed with heat. Their hatred dances on the edge of something hungrier. Lust coils beneath every glare, every insult, every reluctant brush of skin. He calls her fire. She calls him frost. But neither of them is prepared for what the other truly is. Forced to act as a Southern spy in the North, Seraphina must survive a court of quiet wolves and masked intentions, all while hiding her defiant fire. But as she clashes with Aevriel, their disdain turns volatile, charged with hatred, lust, and the hunger for control. She expected to be owned. She never expected to match him. As Seraphina navigates the cold politics of the North, and Aevriel’s dangerous kin sniff too closely at her Southern scent, something ancient stirs, a truth buried in blood. He was something else... not only wolf. Not human. Something... older. Now, with Seraphina under his roof, and in his bed, the past returns in ways he can’t control. Whispers of prophecy. Bloodlines twisted with something darker. And Seraphina may be the key to unlocking what he’s spent a lifetime running from. They were never supposed to want each other. They were never supposed to need. But in a castle built of frost and secrets, hate and hunger are often the same thing. And what begins as a transaction... might just end in ruin.
PENelope · 1.6K Views
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