Werewolf

On the continent of Bastion, the royal prince goes on a diplomatic mission to a superpower nation that has subjugated the entire continent for five centuries. On the journey, he is attacked and through a twist of fate, the prince gains the same powers as his attacker. Some time after his attack, he meets a woman who he falls in love with. Their love blossoms but unfortunately, tragedy strikes as the prince finds out that beloved was the same creature who attacked him that fateful day.

Heath's pack is dying. His father's failed wars left them with nothing but dust and debt. To save them, he must bargain with Beau, the ruthless Alpha of the wealthy Shadowed Pine Pack. But during the negotiation, Heath discovers Beau's secret: his own sister, Savannah, kept in chains, her wolf bound and her power being stolen. Seeing a weapon and a weakness, Heath makes a new deal. He takes the girl. Now, Savannah's silent presence ignites a war. Assassins hunt her. Rival Alphas challenge Heath's rule. And when he uncovers the dark truth, that Beau murdered their parents to seize her power, Heath knows a final confrontation is inevitable. But breaking Savannah's bonds doesn't just bring justice. It unleashes her true, primal form and awakens an ancient evil that sees her as the key to ending the world. To survive, Heath must unite his fractured pack and lead them against a legion of legendary wolves, with the fate of every pack resting on the unstable power of the woman he freed.

Valor is a magical systematic world where skills are everything. Skills refer to magical abilities one has acquired through fighting and killing monsters and enemies. In addition, Valor is believed to be the world of those humans who are worthy of living another life; whose souls are transmigrated here and granted to start anew as an adventurer. But as for Maria Isabelle Reyes, who possessed an exceptional bravery in her past life, she was given sets of magical skills in the verge of death and her soul was reincarnated in Valor not as an adventurer but as a half-blooded monster－a hybrid of human and silver werewolf to be exact. With her given skills, how can she survive in an ever-changing environment where every living creature roaming around her can be an enemy? Is she really worthy of living another life? Or is it a mistake to give her magical skills and the chance to live again?

The most beautiful memory in the world of love is that every young girl hopes to meet true love, but Eleanor's love is winding and unfortunate. Her boyfriend Logan is a man with a family, and she has become a third party. She only learned the truth after being threatened by Lawrence Willow. Stella is Logan's wife, Lawrence Willow is Stella's sister, Alpha of the werewolf. In order to help Stella, he found Eleanor and threatened her. When Eleanor was still a child, she remembered her neighbor Mrs. Howard grabbing her husband and other women together. The people in the town cursed the woman who ruined other people's families and marriages. However, due to Logan's deception, Eleanor became the most annoying person. After learning all the truth, Eleanor was unable to continue this relationship. But things are not that simple The appearance of Lawrence Willow changed Eleanor's life. How was she manipulated by fate?

🩸 ULTIMATE NECROMANCER SYNOPSIS Kaelen was supposed to die. Crushed beneath the weight of a collapsing raid boss and his own piss-poor judgment, he welcomed oblivion like an old drinking buddy with a grudge. Instead, he woke up naked, undead, and holding a glowing black tome that whispered sweet apocalypses into his ear like a horny banshee with no sense of personal space. Now the world is his buffet, and death is just the starter. Armed with a god-tier necromancer class, Kaelen doesn’t build an army—he cultivates a fucking family of unhinged monsters. From Nyssara, his banshee lieutenant who flirts through evisceration, to Mourn, the disgruntled bone-construct with attachment issues, his undead legion is a trauma-bonded mess of love, war, and co-dependence. The gods have rules. Kaelen writes fanfiction about breaking them. Welcome to a world where magic is a drug, love is weaponized, and the word "cunt" is a comma.

Ronan didn't think his life could get worse after being abducted by an alien. Until that one day, two days, one week, turned into three months, he was forced to to get cozy on a post-war planet fresh out of the dark ages.

The Tribrid! Jace Robert, A prophesied young Teenager of The Ancient Pregan gods, Born Of Light and Darkness. King of the supernaturals and protector of the dimension. The Anihilators The Eradicators The Wendigos The Rampaging brutal hunters set on a journey to capture, Torment and Sacrifice the prophesied Tribrid in other to wreck havoc on the supernaturals. After the death of the First Tribrid... The Pregan god of Thunder Created a Being of Light and Darkness with the powers of the old gods( Olympians) The Child of War The Child of Doom The Ruler of the supernaturals The Master of the Golden wolf and the Demons Kingdoms. The Lord of all He is The Tribrid

“What good years, wasted on trash like you.” With these words, Orion cast off his old shell. His old personality. His old kindness. That betrayal was the last straw that broke apart the last vestiges of softness and kindness within his body. Such feelings weren't welcomed during an apocalypse anyways. If he could, he would thank them. Then kill them again. A lycan left no enemies alive after all. * Regressing to the beginning of the apocalypse with profound knowledge of the future and the betrayal of his closest friends in his heart, Orion sought only one thing. He would utilize everything that he could to become the strongest, even if it meant throwing his humanity away. That was the start of his reign. It was the slow Advent of the Void Lycan.

In a fractured world stitched together by ancient contracts and the whispers of summoners, power is everything—and Ryan, a dirt-born runt from a nowhere village, wasn’t supposed to have any. When his body surges with a volatile current known only as Dioki, the arcane lifeblood of creation, Ryan is plucked from obscurity and hurled into the political meatgrinder that is Kuma Academy. But while other students shape-shift reality with vampires, elves, and demonkind, Ryan summons something that shouldn't exist: a colossal entity wrapped in time-stained myths and riddled prophecies—Sphinx, a divine beast of ancient fire and truth. Sidelined as a freak. Watched like a weapon. Revered by beasts. Feared by men. The world had rules, but Ryan’s presence is the motherfucking exception. And when an ancient war that bled the stars dry stirs again, it's not the princes or the council who will decide the fate of the realms. It’s the kid with muddy boots, bloodied knuckles, and the unshakable audacity to summon monsters the gods themselves abandoned. Unspoken Premise: “The Beast-Binder and the Cursed Blood” Ryan never asked for power. But when Dioki awoke within his bones, he was shoved into a world where summoning rituals shape empires, and bloodlines rule with iron, magic, and fire. Unlike his noble-blooded peers, Ryan’s magic doesn’t bring forth elegant fae or winged seraphim. He calls down the old ones—divine, brutal, and beyond control. With Sphinx, his first divine beast, kneeling beside him, and a war brewing in the shadows, Ryan must navigate deceitful politics, alien invaders, and a summoner’s hierarchy designed to break those who dare defy blood.

I've never wanted this life for myself—this life filled with perils and evil. It's like a dream I can never escape from—a dream which I'm forever stuck in. Heh, no one ever wanted this life or ever wished for it. You'd be either insane or extremely evil to wish for this kind of life—the life where you don't have a choice over anything—the life where you're bound by your deepest desires. I never wanted to enter into the supernatural world. I never wanted to come across the Crimsones[1], Lycanthropes[2], demons and the rest. I never wanted to be involved in anything pertaining to the dark and supernatural world. I had always yearned for freedom and not servitude. But of course I was wrong all along. I had been delusional, thinking I'd be able to escape it all—to escape from fate. I never knew I would be pulled into this mess, becoming one of those dark creatures which roam about in the ungodly night. I never wanted to be a merciless predator who was also a prey to another predator (what a food chain!). But all is good. No matter what I shall not alli myself to degenerate into a heartless monster who only knew how to tear flesh, spill blood and break bones. I cannot allow my desires to pull me down. I cannot be corrupted by the abyss! My name is Daniel Stark and what I'm about to tell you is a real life horror. I don't know what you call horror or romance or fa Intasy but this story I'm about to tell you, you need to listen attentively and not miss a bit of information. This is my story—one beginning with pain.