The Big Sleep In Search Of Hades

Neo transmigrated into world of a novel and became a side character. Here, strength and status were determined by one's god parent and their bloodline. Neo despaired, knowing a side character like him would have a weak bloodline until.... [Your bloodline has been awakened successfully] [Bloodline: Monarch of Death] He gained the bloodline of the strongest god: Hades, the God of Death who ruled over Underworld and Afterlife! His bloodline gave him the power to control Death itself! There was just one 'tiny' problem that Neo had yet to realize. ... Join Discord for character arts and talk with the author. https://discord.gg/eyKkrRqMMW

"Sissy, I brought you a gift." He shuddered in fear the moment he heard her voice. Whenever he heard her voice, he knew nothing good ever came out of it. "Please, not today." His voice made it obvious he was scared. She laughed, then touched his shoulder. He flinched, but she held him down. "Please." he said in almost a whisper. ***** "HI." she waved at him. "You must be the Riley everyone's talking of, right?" He was left dumbfounded, hearing her say she had heard about him. Everyone who had heard about him made sure to keep their distance, so just why was she trying to start a conversation with him? "If you are doing this to become popular, then you are very well welcome to be my friend. But if you are just naive, I would advise you to keep your distance." he said to discourage her. "We do have something in common. You get bullied, so you hate bullies, while I hate them just because they are bullies." "Hating them does not change the fact that you will get bullied if you befriend me." "Then I will have you watch me kick their asses if they try messing with us." "Are we friends now." she asked after they both laugh at her former words. "We are, as long as you are ready to kick some ass." "Bring it on."

"You're mine. Every single part of you yearns for me" Jamal whispered against the nape of my neck. "I want you to crave my touch. Your insides will  throb at the sound of my voice" he growled as he sucked on my bare skin. "I'd rather die" I spat. "Death will never stop me" he boasted aloud. "I'll bring you back again so I can reclaim you till every inch of you belongs to me"....... ~~ Betrayed, rejected and humiliated in front of the council and seven kingdoms, Dahlia stood between life and death. Her mate, Prince Damian, had rejected her during their mating ritual and she had till sunrise to find a mate or she would be bound to Hades- the god of death. While Damian celebrated his engagement to her sister, Gwendyln, Dahlia was slowly dying. The sun was about to rise and no man was interested in mating with a rejected human girl. It was too late and she was now bound to Hades for eternity. Fate throws an opportunity to Dahlia and she wakes up in the body of a girl that had drowned in the cyre river several weeks ago. She had been given a second chance at life but at the cost of the souls of the people that had killed her. What seemed like an easy task becomes gravely impossible as her ex-mate's brother, Jamal, had become obsessed with the slave he had found by the river and was willing to do anything to make her his. Hey loves, this is my first book and I'm competing in WSA. I'm pretty nervous and would be extremely grateful if you support me♡.. Feel free to stalk me IG/Facebook: @Books by Simone email: Autumnfever12@gmail.com

What happens when a suicide attempt to escape life ,gives you the power to escape death itself, this is the story of Ethan who gets transmigrated into a fantasy Novel he once read ,but unlike the usual where the MC gets transmitted into an extra or a killed third son of a tyrant ,Ethan is transmigrated into the Main character,Asha a god killer who possessed the power that even the Gods don’t possess, TRUE IMMORTALITY, watch as Ethan try to manoeuvre the world full of gods and god descendants , Will he choose different choices,or will he follow what happens in the novel and kill all the gods This is the story of ASHA the immortal, son of HADES ***** (NA the pic in the wallpaper is not mine ,if u want it removed I would gladly do so ) (inspiration was taken from two of my favourite light novels [Rise of the Eromancer] \ [Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades] aside from inspiration this story is purely original (NA : just read it fam ,yes u ,no you ,yes I know u are reading this ,this novel will probably change your life ,no diddy)

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)

"Football isn't just a game"—it's life. For 16-year-old David Jones, football is more than a sport; it's an escape, a calling, and the only thing that makes sense in a world full of challenges. The electric thrill of scoring a last-minute winner, the roar of the crowd—it’s the closest thing to freedom he knows. But David's journey is far from simple. Blessed with extraordinary talent yet burdened by fiery anger, he’s fighting battles on and off the pitch. Growing up as the son of a Nigerian immigrant and a British mother, David navigates the pressures of cultural expectations, the weight of his own ambitions, and the scrutiny of a sport that demands perfection. Passion drives him forward, but his temper holds him back. Can he channel his emotions and prove himself worthy of being football's next big star? David Jones: The Next big thing is a gripping coming-of-age story about resilience, identity, and the unrelenting pursuit of dreams. Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All trademarks, brand names, and other proprietary rights mentioned or depicted are the property of their respective owners and are used for illustrative purposes only. This work is not affiliated with or endorsed by any brand, company, or individual mentioned. All rights reserved.

Di dunia di mana Lycan dan manusia serigala adalah musuh bebuyutan, Eve Valmont adalah manusia serigala yang dikutuk oleh ramalan dan difitnah. Dikhianati oleh kelompoknya sendiri dan dipenjara selama bertahun-tahun, nasibnya mengambil arah yang lebih gelap ketika dia ditawarkan kepada Raja Lycan, Hades Stavros—seorang penguasa yang ditakuti karena penaklukan yang kejam dan keahliannya yang mematikan. Terikat oleh ramalan kuno dan dihantui oleh hantu masa lalunya, Eve sekarang berada di bawah belas kasihan makhluk yang seharusnya dia benci dan takuti paling—Sang Tangan Maut itu sendiri. Hades, seorang raja yang terukir dari darah dan kebusukan jiwanya sendiri, bertekad untuk membalas pembantaian keluarganya dan membebaskan bangsanya dari manusia serigala. Dia percaya Eve adalah kunci kemenangannya. Baginya, dia tidak lebih dari sebuah senjata yang diramalkan oleh ramalan, sebuah alat yang akan dia gunakan untuk menghancurkan kekuatan yang mengancam kelompoknya. Namun, dia menemukan dirinya menginginkan wanita yang kuat namun hancur ini. Meninggalkan dia bertanya-tanya apakah dia benar-benar senjatanya atau dia yang ditakdirkan untuk menggagalkan rencananya yang terencana dengan hati-hati.

En un mundo donde los Lycans y los hombres lobo son enemigos jurados, Eve Valmont es una loba hombre lobo maldita por una profecía y enmarcada. Traicionada por su propia manada y encarcelada durante años, su destino toma un giro más oscuro cuando es ofrecida al Rey Lycan, Hades Stavros, un gobernante temido por sus conquistas despiadadas y su destreza mortal. Atada por una antigua profecía y perseguida por los fantasmas de su pasado, Eve ahora está a merced del único ser que debería odiar y temer más—El Mano de la Muerte mismo. Hades, un rey tallado de sangre y la decadencia de su propia alma, determinado a vengar la masacre de su familia y librar a su gente de los hombres lobo. Cree que Eve es la clave para su victoria. Para él, ella no es más que un arma anunciada por la profecía, una herramienta que empuñará para destruir las fuerzas opuestas que amenazan a su manada. Sin embargo, se encuentra anhelando a esta mujer poderosa pero rota. Dejándole preguntarse si realmente es su arma o la destinada a desentrañar sus cuidadosos planes. Se acercó a mí, un depredador cerrando en su presa, sus ojos oscuros e inescrutables. ¿Así que te ríes?", dijo su voz, baja, peligrosamente suave, haciendo que los pelos en la nuca se erizaran. Tragué saliva, de repente consciente de lo difícil que se había vuelto respirar. "Hades, yo—" "Pero solo te ríes de las bromas de otros hombres", interrumpió, su mirada penetrante, desprovista de cualquier humor. "No de las de tu esposo." La acusación en su tono era aguda, cortando el aire entre nosotros. Una risa nerviosa se escapó de mí. "No puedes estar hablando en serio... Él es tu beta, por el amor de la Diosa." En un instante, él cerró la distancia entre nosotros, tan rápido que me dejó sin aliento. Sus manos agarraron mi cintura, atrayéndome contra su cuerpo, el calor de él haciendo que mi piel hormigueara. Jadeé, pero antes de que pudiera decir una palabra, sus labios se estrellaron contra los míos, reclamando mi boca con una fuerza que envió ondas de choque a través de mí. El beso era castigador, hambriento, no podía respirar, no podía pensar. Cuando finalmente se alejó, temblaba, mi pecho subía y bajaba mientras luchaba por recuperar el aliento. Sus ojos, oscuros y tormentosos, buscaban los míos con una intensidad posesiva. "No necesito tu risa", susurró, su voz un peligroso raspado mientras sus dedos se deslizaban hacia abajo, enviando un escalofrío por mi espina dorsal, "pero vendrás con mis dedos." Tembé, un calor se acumulaba bajo en mi vientre ante sus palabras, su toque. El mundo a nuestro alrededor se difuminó, desapareciendo en la nada mientras su mano se deslizaba más bajo, arrancando de mis labios un jadeo entrecortado. La mirada en sus ojos me decía que sabía exactamente lo que me hacía, y no se podía negar la conexión primaria entre nosotros en ese momento. "No necesito tu risa", murmuró contra mi piel, su aliento caliente en mi cuello. "Tendré cada otra parte de ti en su lugar."

Em um mundo onde Lycans e lobisomens são inimigos jurados, Eve Valmont é uma lobisomem amaldiçoada por uma profecia e incriminada. Traída por sua própria matilha e aprisionada por anos, seu destino toma um rumo mais sombrio quando ela é oferecida ao Rei Lycan, Hades Stavros - um governante temido por suas conquistas impiedosas e habilidade mortal. Presa por uma antiga profecia e assombrada pelos fantasmas de seu passado, Eve agora está à mercê do único ser que deveria odiar e temer mais - O próprio Punho da Morte. Hades, um rei moldado a partir do sangue e da decadência de sua própria alma, determinado a vingar o massacre de sua família e livrar seu povo dos lobisomens. Ele acredita que Eve é a chave para a sua vitória. Para ele, ela não é nada além de uma arma prevista pela profecia, uma ferramenta que ele usará para destruir as forças opostas que ameaçam sua matilha. No entanto, ele se vê desejando esta mulher poderosa, embora quebrada. Deixando-o questionar se ela é realmente sua arma ou aquela destinada a desvendar seus planos cuidadosamente traçados. Ele caminhou em minha direção, um predador se aproximando de sua presa, seus olhos escuros e indecifráveis. 'Então, você ri?' Sua voz era baixa, perigosamente suave, fazendo os pelos na nuca se arrepiarem. Engoli em seco, subitamente consciente de como se tornara difícil respirar. 'Hades, eu—' 'Mas você só ri das piadas de outros homens,' ele interrompeu, seu olhar penetrante, desprovido de qualquer humor. 'Não das piadas do seu marido.' A acusação em seu tom era cortante, atravessando o ar entre nós. Um riso nervoso escapou de mim. 'Você não pode estar falando sério ... Ele é seu beta, pela Deusa.' Num instante, ele diminuiu a distância entre nós, tão rápido que me deixou sem fôlego. Suas mãos agarraram minha cintura, me puxando contra o seu corpo, o calor dele fazendo minha pele formigar. Eu respirei fundo, mas antes que eu pudesse dizer uma palavra, seus lábios colidiram com os meus, reivindicando minha boca com uma força que enviou ondas de choque através de mim. O beijo era punitivo, faminto - eu não podia respirar, não podia pensar. Quando ele finalmente recuou, eu estava tremendo, o peito ofegante enquanto lutava para recuperar o fôlego. Seus olhos, escuros e tempestuosos, buscavam os meus com uma intensidade possessiva. 'Você não pode rir das minhas piadas...' ele sussurrou, sua voz um raspão perigoso enquanto seus dedos deslizavam para baixo, enviando um arrepio pela minha espinha, 'mas você vai gozar com os meus dedos.' Eu estremeci, calor se acumulando no fundo da minha barriga com suas palavras, seu toque. O mundo ao nosso redor se tornou um borrão, desaparecendo em nada enquanto a mão dele deslizava para baixo, arrancando de mim um suspiro rouco. O olhar em seus olhos me disse que ele sabia exatamente o que estava fazendo comigo, e não havia como negar a conexão primal entre nós naquele momento. 'Eu não preciso da sua risada,' ele murmurou contra minha pele, seu hálito quente no meu pescoço. 'Eu vou ter cada outra parte de você.'

In a place where death is certain, the chance to meet a celestial being arises, but the path to immortality is even more dangerous! A dying cultivator needed to experiment with an incomplete cultivation method, and the inexperienced Xu Fan was accepted as a disciple. The power of the incomplete cultivation method is only half that of an ordinary person. Blessing? Misfortune? When he opened his eyes, the world was already in ruins. Deception, betrayal, schemes, concealment, hypocrites, true villains. This is destined to be a tumultuous journey of cultivation; watch as Xu Fan remains unfazed by hypocrisy and stands proudly between heaven and earth!

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

Mary is an ordinary kid to some, but crazy to others. I mean it’s not everyday someone says their dad and stepmother are gods. That’s exactly the case for Mary, and her twin brother Seth. The perfect school was made for her, and kids like her. Twelve Olympian High. Giver of quests and prophecies, and new training camp of heroes. Following the unfortunate accident of showing her powers to early, Mary was forced to go to the school She lives in Elysium with her stepmother Persephone and the heroes of legends shortly following the death of her mother. While Seth lived with Hades in main section of the Underworld. Not all demigods lived with their godly parents. It was uncommon, but not unheard of. Unknown to her that she has a special gift, and lives secluded in Elysium for her own protection. Now what will happen when the gods wage war against each other, and she’s caught in the middle? Part of the Twelve Olympians High series.

Hades, the King of the Underworld, is cast into a strange new world where mortals cultivate power to become immortals. Stripped of his godly abilities, he must adapt to this dangerous land, filled with fierce warriors and mysterious energies. Determined to regain his strength and return to Greece, Hades embarks on a journey of cultivation, building his power and creating a new cult in his name. Can the god of death rise again in a world where even mortals can challenge the heavens? Discover his path of struggle, growth, and ascension in Hades: Ascension in the Cultivation World.

WPC: MYTHOLOGY ENTRY Synopsis: Revisit the peak of the Olympian lore.... An eighty year old scholar who has been a fan of Greek mythology since childhood finds himself reborn as the titular ruler of the underworld, the death god Hades after a tragic death. But the gods of Olympus are very much different from what the stories say. He will have to navigate through his new life as a god and prevent a coming calamity... All while not getting caught... How does it feel to be a god in Olympus? A tale into the heart of myths. NEW UPDATE: 1 MAGIC CASTLE = 5 CHAPTERS MASS RELEASE

Luca Alastair is the son of Hades, unfortunately. And by divine assumptions, the noun of the sixth calamity, one of the seven great calamities that would threaten the extinction of the world. And with his self attributed wish to die, Luca must run past the clocks of fate and surpass the expectations of his father. And what could beat fate, than an unspoken cheat, a system interface.

Yun Shui adalah seorang budak dari dunia shu, akan tetapi karena dia sudah lelah menjadi seorang budak, dia memutuskan untuk pergi ke bumi, namun suatu hari secara tidak di sengaja, Yun Shui mendapatkan kembali semua kekuatan dan ingatannya, yang membuatnya harus kembali ke dunia asalnya, untuk balas dendam dan mencari kebebasan. Saksikan keseruan dan misteri yang ada didalamnya..

I will try and upload 2 chapters every Friday : )

The Gates of Hades, an enigmatic portal believed to lead to the realm of the deceased, ultimately serves those who desire their own demise.

En un vasto imperio donde la paz se mantiene bajo el yugo de la Reina de Cenizas y sus Seis grandes hechiceros, un antiguo legionario, Lecceo, que ha vivido más de lo que ningún mortal debería, añora los días gloriosos de sus campañas. Ha presenciado la caída de imperios y el ascenso de reyes, pero nada lo ha preparado para el regreso de una amenaza olvidada: el poder demoníaco que su antiguo enemigo, el Rey de Cenizas, había sellado en el Bastión Blanco. Con el resurgimiento de la magia del infierno, el mundo corre peligro una vez más. Las fuerzas oscuras se agitan, buscando consumir todo lo que Ha'Sag había sacrificado para contenerlas. Mientras el caos amenaza con romper la frágil calma del reino, Lecceo deberá decidir si puede dejar atrás su pasado o si luchará nuevamente, no solo por su vida y su honor, sino por la salvación de un mundo que ha olvidado lo que es la guerra.

Chi Ai got transmigrated to a novel as a side character. Before Tranmisgration she was the top experimented ' Razer '. The side character Chi Ai was destined to die and is hated in the novel by her family. Chi Ai decides to change the fate of her and her family as well as her brothers who doted on her till the last breath of their life. But she never appreciated them and harm them resulting in being hated by them. She mocks those who call her untalented, well to all those she was a divine doctor, professional researcher, a world-famous hacker, and many more. She starts a business and becomes a legendary businesswoman. Her maternal family thinks she is after their 100 million yuan assets, sorry but her every single company has a minimum asset of 5 billion yuan. __________________________ Her Eldest Brother who is a famous doctor:" Whoever dares to touch my sister I will let them face my scalpel" Her Second Brother who is a famous technology genius: " If you dare to bully my sister, I will give you an electric shock" Her third brother who is a famous entertainment artist " My sister is sweet, don't bully or I will show you the power of my fans" Her Younger Sister who is a famous fashion designer: " Don't you dare to bully my sister or I will let you see the wrath of my scissors " Certain playful vicious second male lead " Hey sweetie, let's get married, I can't wait to tell the wolf eyeing you that you are mine" He glanced at her as if she was his little prey....... Chi Ai: Wait wasn't they supposed to hate her?........ Join the journey of our second viscous female lead, to know how she changes her fate and how she unravels mysteries about her. This is an original work. I will update the novel on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Stay tuned.

The Godness of Dreams hasn‘t slept for a few millenniums. Will she be able to furfill her most desired wish. Which is simple to be able to sleep to her own conditions.

Sedah, through past trials and challenges, had forged himself into becoming overpowered. He then went on to save humanity itself! This act made him the greatest hero to ever live! However, as he grew stronger, he became less and less whole. Centuries passed by and his feelings of hollowness and emptiness remained unchanged. Yet, through this emptiness, he found a goal. To find a worthy adversary to defeat and kill him in battle! Note: Sedah and Arthur(Young) are on the cover.

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A guy who got reversed reincarnated from fantasy world to the real world (earth), he is struggling with his situation and the tragic memories from his past also appears momentarily.

Wayne Knight stepped into the room and Olive's heart thudded loudly. He was the most powerful Alpha in the country, and she was sent to assassinate him. But she failed and was caught, which meant he would not have any mercy on her. He was going to kill her mercilessly and ruthlessly. But why was she loving the scent of him since he stepped into the room? Why did she love his gaze on her despite being scared? And why was he not breaking his eye contact with her ever since he entered the room? Well, her wolf growled her the answer to all her questions...“MATE.” —————————————————————— The man she was supposed to kill was known as The Big Bad Alpha. Wayne Knight was a famous bad boy amongst the creatures of the night—the werewolves, vampires and more. He was notorious and the Alpha of the biggest and most developed pack in the country. Pushing the door gently, she looked in and saw that the room was empty. Her eyes widened as she couldn't believe her ill luck. Wayne Knight was not in the room. She tried pulling the doorknobs of the other doors but none would budge. “Busted,” the one behind her whispered. She was knocked out immediately and she fell to the floor unconscious. When she woke up, it was dawn. She tossed and found out she was on a wet and hard surface.She heard deep rumbles and it kept getting louder. Olive realized she was outside in the rain. She gasped loudly and began to cough inadvertently. She opened her eyes slightly as the pouring water blinded her vision. “Please, help me!” She screamed even though she knew deep down that she had gotten into a mess she would never get out of life. However, she wasn't bothered about the rain. No, this wasn't torture to her. She had been whipped in the rain before. She had been raped in the rain before. She had been stripped naked during winter and left outside to turn blue. So, just being left in the rain wasn't torture. She prayed silently for a quick death. She prayed they wouldn't torture her first. If it meant giving them enough information so they wouldn't have to torture her for it, then so be it.