"When Emilia discovers her werewolf heritage, she's thrust into a world of ancient secrets and hidden dangers. As she navigates the treacherous landscape, Emilia must confront the Order, a ruthless organization hunting werewolves. With the help of Lycaon and the Lunar Guard, Emilia must claim her rightful place as a werewolf leader and protect her pack."
Emilia crouched atop the dilapidated warehouse, gazing out over the city's skyline. Her rifle's scope scanned the rooftops, searching for signs of movement. The hunt was on.
"Emilia, we've got movement on the east side," her earpiece crackled.
Emilia's heart quickened. "Roger that, Ryker. I'm on it."
She sprinted across the rooftop, her boots pounding the gravel. Emilia's trained eyes scanned the shadows, tracking her prey.
A figure emerged from the darkness – tall, imposing, and unmistakably supernatural.
Emilia's finger tightened on the trigger. "Ryker, confirm target."
"Confirmed, Emilia. Type-3 Vampire. Deadly."
Emilia took a deep breath, focusing. Her rifle fired, and the vampire crumpled.
"Clean shot," Ryker said. "You're clear to extract."
Emilia descended into the warehouse, careful to avoid the vampire's dissipating ashes. Ryker awaited, a seasoned hunter and her mentor.
"Nice work, kiddo," Ryker said, clapping her back. "You're a natural."
Their banter was familiar, comforting. Emilia had grown up among hunters, trained to protect humanity from the supernatural.
As they left the warehouse, Emilia's phone buzzed. Unknown number.
"Emilia Grey, you're the last living heir of the Silvermist bloodline."
Emilia's heart skipped a beat. "Who is this?"
The voice was low, gravelly. "Meet me at the old clock tower at midnight. Come alone."
The line went dead.
Emilia's mind reeled. Silvermist? She'd never heard of it.
Ryker noticed her expression. "Everything okay?"
Emilia hesitated. "Just a weird call. Probably a prank."
Ryker's eyes narrowed. "Be careful, kiddo. We don't know what's out there."
Emilia nodded, tucking the phone into her pocket.
Back at the hunter's HQ, Emilia researched the Silvermist bloodline. Nothing showed up in their databases.
She approached Ryker, who was reviewing mission footage.
"Ryker, have you heard of the Silvermist bloodline?"
Ryker's expression turned serious. "That's an old, powerful line. Thought to be extinct."
Emilia's curiosity grew. "What do you mean?"
Ryker leaned in, lowering his voice. "Silvermist was a werewolf bloodline. One of the oldest and strongest."
Emilia's eyes widened. Werewolves? She'd never encountered one.
As midnight approached, Emilia's anxiety grew. Who was behind the mysterious call? And what did they want with her?
She recalled her hunter training, focusing on the skills ingrained in her.
Emilia arrived at the clock tower, her senses on high alert. The wind whispered secrets in her ear.
A figure emerged from the shadows – tall, imposing, with piercing eyes.
"Welcome, Emilia Grey," he said, his voice low and mysterious. "I've been waiting."
Emilia's instincts flared. "Who are you?"
The stranger smiled, revealing razor-sharp fangs.
"My name is Lycaon. And you, Emilia, are the key to unlocking an ancient legacy."
Emilia's grip on her rifle tightened. "What legacy?"
Lycaon's eyes gleamed. "The Silvermist bloodline's true power. A power that could change the course of supernatural history."
Emilia's doubts surfaced. "Why me?"
Lycaon's expression turned solemn. "You're the last living heir. The bloodline's fate rests in your hands."
Emilia's world expanded as Lycaon's words sank in. She was no longer just a hunter; she was a guardian of a ancient legacy.
As the clock struck midnight, Emilia knew her life would never be the same.
Lycaon handed her a small, intricately carved box. "This contains your inheritance. Open it when you're ready to claim your destiny."
With those words, Lycaon vanished into the night, leaving Emilia with more questions than answers.
Hazel managed to get away from the Red Moon pack. She had reached her breaking point when her soulmate-the soon-to-be Alpha and the son of her foster father-rejected her. During her flight from the Red Moon pack, she went rogue and ended up on the doorstep of Alexander Garcia, the most formidable Alpha in the werewolf world. For some reason, he felt drawn to her. *** Drake is a twenty nine years old hybrid Alpha king. He is well-known over the werewolf world for his ruthlessness in dealing with his enemies. He is a shadowy character with a lot of skeletons in his closet. It surprised him that he felt drawn to Hazel because he had lost his partner in a rogue attack, leaving him broken for a while before becoming even more callous. *** On Hazel's eighteen years old birthday at Drake's pack secrets were unravelled and mysteries were uncovered Will they be able to overcome the obstacles and strengthen their bonds? Let's find out in this thrilling story.
BLURB Have you ever seen a Luna who doesn't have a wolf? This was Hazel's case. She was confused at the news. At first, she thought that the moon goddess was playing tricks with her, that she was going to have a wolf but this was not the case. No one was ever going to be mated to one who did not have a wolf because such a person was weaker than a human being. Although she doesn't have a wolf, she had a betrothed who was an Alpha wolf, which gained her the qualification to be Luna. She was disrespected and mocked wherever she entered, but she strengthened her resolve and ruled the pack because she was in love with Damon - the Alpha prince Her resolve seemed to be weakened when Damon rejected her in front of the pack during a mating ceremony and mated her best friend. She left the palace in tears and closed her heart to love until the arrival of an Alpha King - Kai. Would she allow the love to blossom or would the love between them lead to their separation??
When struggling artist Ethan Walker receives an offer he can't refuse from billionaire entrepreneur Juliana Saint Clair he's thrust into a world of opulence and excess. Juliana's proposal is to create art for her empire. She'll provide the resources and exposure he's always dreamed of. As Ethan becomes entrenched in her world, he realizes Juliana's true intention is not just to own his art. She wants to possess his heart. As they engage in a fiery game of push-and-pull Ethan must confront darkness of Juliana's past. He must also face true cost of her success. He'll have to decide if their love is worth the risk of losing himself completely. Or will he find a way to maintain his artistic vision and independence in the face of her overwhelming presence? Meanwhile Juliana's own demons threaten to destroy their fragile connection. Her obsession with Ethan's art and her desire to own his heart may ultimately be her downfall. Or it may be key to her redemption. Complicating matters further is powerful business rival determined to see Juliana's empire crumble. This rival's machinations force Juliana and Ethan into a dangerous dance. They test their loyalty and love at every turn. In this sultry slow-burn romance, two creative forces collide in tale of passion power and the true cost of success. Will Ethan and Juliana find a way? Can they make their love last? Or will their differences—along with ruthless ambitions of others—tear them apart?
John West was determined to reclaim his family fortune in order to protect his wife and unborn child. Despite Sarah Lance's family's demands for her to abort the baby and leave John, John used his advantages to secretly help his wife reclaim her family position and becomes the CEO. His mother-in-law and brother-in-law despised them for it, but Sarah had already successfully taken over a large portion of her family's business.
My marriage to Mathias was supposed to make me the happiest woman in the world. Although I knew he didn't love me, I thought he would fall for me once I showered him with all the love I had to give. Five years passed and Mathias still didn't give a damn about me. Instead, he met his true love and cut all ties with me because of her. He showed her off; something he never did for me. His abandonment pushed me into depression. I was broken in every sense of the word. Even on my deathbed, my so-called husband didn't come to say goodbye to me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. I was still Mathias's wife and it was two months before he met his true love. In this life, I refused to be hurt by him again. After talking some sense into my head, I asked him for a divorce in other to escape being heartbroken like I was previously. Mathias tore up the divorce papers time and time again while also shutting me down. "Rylie, stop all this nonsense! Playing hard to get doesn't work anymore!" To show him that I was dead serious, I went ahead to file for divorce. Only then did he panic. He abandoned the "woman of his dreams" and came to my side. "Please give me a second chance, Rylie. I promise to do right by you. You'll be the only woman in my heart from now on. Don't leave me, okay?" A war broke out in my mind after this apology. On one hand, I didn't want to be hurt again. And on the other, I didn't want to let go of the man I loved so dearly. What should I do?!
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.