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Traveling to ancient tribes to build infrastructure

Traveling to ancient tribes to build infrastructure

I woke up with a splitting headache, only to realize I had transmigrated into the body of a fragile rodent-variant female in a brutal, mutated wasteland. Before I could even process my new reality, I was shoved into a mandatory pairing auction. The guards gave me exactly ten seconds to find a partner, or I would be sent to the deadly border patrol squads as cannon fodder. Three massive, heavily scarred mutants with greedy eyes immediately locked onto me, ready to claim me as their plaything. Desperate for a legal shield, I scrambled away from the brutes and made a shocking choice. I walked straight up to the one person everyone else was avoiding like the plague-a sickly, pale man coughing up dark red blood in the corner. "Partner up. I need a shield, you need a caretaker." When the guard registered our names, the entire square erupted in open mockery. The chieftain even warned me that my new partner was poisoned, a dead man walking who couldn't hunt or protect me. In their eyes, a weakling and a dying man were nothing but a joke, doomed to freeze or starve. But the jeering crowd didn't know two things. First, I possessed a wealth of old-world survival knowledge. Second, the fragile man sleeping on my stone bed wasn't just a dying invalid. Why would an elite silver wolf warrior with terrifying, suppressed power hide among the lowest of the low? I didn't care about his secrets. Looking at the barren dirt behind our rundown shelter, I handed him a stone hoe. While the rest of the camp waited for us to die, we were going to build an impenetrable underground fortress.
The Omega Tribrid: Claimed by Three Kings

The Omega Tribrid: Claimed by Three Kings

They called her Omega as if it were her name, as if stripping her of an identity would make it easier to forget that she was born under a blood moon and left at the borders of a pack that never wanted her. Seraphina has spent her entire life on her knees scrubbing floors stained with the victories of wolves who never saw her as one of their own, enduring humiliation, hunger, and the cold certainty that she will never shift, never belong, and never rise above the rank they forced upon her. In a kingdom where strength is everything and weakness is despised, she survives by lowering her eyes and swallowing her pride, unaware that the submission they scent-marked into her skin is slowly being rejected by something ancient stirring in her blood. When King Kael Draven, the ruthless Alpha of Alphas, visits her pack to inspect growing unrest along the borders, he expects obedience and reports, not the intoxicating scent of a mate that feels wrong, forbidden, and impossibly powerful. The moment his gaze lands on the trembling omega kneeling in the courtyard, the bond snaps with violent force, igniting not only his wolf's possessive instincts but a dangerous ripple across the supernatural realms. Because Seraphina does not smell like a simple wolf. She smells like claws and blood and magic woven together, like a prophecy whispered in secret councils and buried beneath centuries of fear. As her presence begins to crack ancient seals placed upon her at birth, two other rulers feel the shift in the balance of power. Lucien Valecrest, the immortal Vampire King whose control has never faltered in centuries of rule, senses royal blood awakening in the wind and realizes the impossible truth that his fated mate lives among wolves as a discarded omega. Alaric Thorne, the enigmatic Witch King who guards the oldest prophecies, knows that the child hidden from execution two decades ago has finally begun to rise, and that her awakening will either unite the three kingdoms or reduce them to ash. Caught between three kings bound to her by fate and a pack that once delighted in her suffering, Seraphina must confront the truth of her existence: she is not weak, not broken, and not merely a wolf without a shift, but a tribrid born of forbidden bloodlines, a living fusion of witch, werewolf, and vampire whose power was sealed to keep the world from tearing itself apart. As war brews, jealous rivals scheme, and ancient enemies emerge from the shadows, the girl who was forced to kneel must decide whether she will continue to survive quietly or rise and claim the crown destiny carved into her soul. In a world that taught her she was nothing, Seraphina will discover that she was never meant to belong to a single pack, a single throne, or even a single king, but to rule them all, and when the former omega finally stands, every kingdom will learn that the rarest creature in existence is not the one born powerful, but the one who rises from cruelty with a crown forged in claws, blood, and magic.
Victory in Obscurity

Victory in Obscurity

The cold, tiled floor of the dungeon pressed against my cheek. I could hear the sounds of a victory feast, the laughter of soldiers loyal to him. My husband, General David, stood over me, his polished boots reflecting the dim torchlight. "Worthless," he spat, the word hitting harder than the back of his hand had moments before. He accused me of driving Bethany, my maid, to suicide, believing every lie she whispered. His boot pressed down on the back of my head, grinding my face into the filthy stone. "You will die down here," he promised, his voice low and final. And I did, alone and broken, my last breath a ragged gasp of despair. I opened my eyes to the dazzling white silk of a bridal suite, my wedding day. The memories weren' t a dream; they were seared into my soul. I was Amelia, an elite special forces operative, now reborn, sent back to the moment it all went wrong. My fiancé, David, was now a charismatic tech CEO, but I knew the cruel soul beneath the expensive suit was the same. Bethany, my maid of honor, my best friend, was the maid who betrayed me in my last life. I heard her soft, breathy voice from the adjoining room, "David, are you sure about this? Marrying Amelia… she doesn' t understand you." Then David's low murmur, "Bethany, don't. Not now." And her whimper, "I love you. I've always loved you." In my past life, I had burst through that door, heartbroken and furious, playing right into their hands. This time, my hand froze on the doorknob; I simply stood there, listening to the betrayal I knew was coming, that had already happened a lifetime ago. A cold calm settled over me. There would be no screaming match, no public drama. I turned away from the door, my plan for simple happiness shattered, replaced by a bitter necessity. "Everything is fine, Marcus," I told my security chief, my voice devoid of emotion. "Plans have changed. We' re leaving. There is no wedding." As I walked away, the memory of the dungeon flashed through my mind: "You will die down here, and no one will remember your name." A grim smile touched my lips. He was wrong. They would all remember my name.
The Neglected Wife Takes His Empire

The Neglected Wife Takes His Empire

Eldridge Hall was a billionaire CEO who viewed his wife as nothing more than a paranoid, hysterical nuisance. During a violent argument over his "fragile" female friend, they fell down a grand staircase. When Eldridge woke up in the hospital, he was trapped in his wife's body, and she was in his. He thought she would panic and beg to switch back. Instead, Ava put on his bespoke suit, took over his company, and claimed his vast empire without hesitation. Meanwhile, trapped in her frail form, Eldridge was plunged into a living nightmare. His "innocent" female friend immediately framed him, pouring scalding coffee on herself to make Eldridge look like a crazy, jealous wife. His own security guards dragged him out of the lobby and threw him into the freezing rain. Worse, he was summoned by his toxic in-laws, who threatened to cut off Ava's mother's psychiatric care if he didn't secure them a lucrative business contract. Then came the excruciating physical agony. Eldridge collapsed on the bathroom floor, bleeding, convinced his internal organs were rupturing. When he begged his wife for an ambulance, she just looked down at him and laughed. "Stop crying, Mr. CEO. You are not dying, you just got your period." As Eldridge lay writhing on the cold tiles, stripped of his power and dignity, he finally understood the suffocating hell his wife endured every single day. But Ava was already running his life, and she had no intention of ever giving it back.
Woke Up to Yesterday's Terror

Woke Up to Yesterday's Terror

The last thing I saw was Old Man Hemlock' s leering face before darkness consumed me. I died, my leg broken, sold by my own family. My father beat me, my brother tied me up, my mother screamed I was a curse. All over a credit card statement for baby supplies. I was just trying to help, saving them money with Black Friday deals. Then, I woke up. In my bed. My leg healed. It was Friday, November 24th. Black Friday. The exact day it all went wrong. My mother's voice drifted up: "Sarah? You up? Did you get those orders placed? For Jessica' s baby things?" I was back. I knew what came next: the rage, the accusations, the violence. When my mom snatched my phone and saw the bank app- $487.00-her face contorted. "Are you trying to ruin us? Again?!" she shrieked, calling me a "curse" and a "financial drain." My sister-in-law appeared, her kindness replaced by dawning horror, quickly calling my dad and brother. The same nightmare began to unfold. How could a few hundred dollars, spent on things they asked for, trigger such overwhelming hate? What hidden poison lay within that innocent financial number that turned my family into monsters? I died wondering, and now I was living the horror again, completely baffled. What was I missing? I fled, screaming for help from our quiet Rust Belt town, desperate to expose their monstrous plan before history repeated itself. But would anyone believe a terrified girl claiming her family wants to sell her to Old Man Hemlock? And what if there was a deeper truth, a past my memory had erased, that explained their terrifying reaction? My rebirth wasn't just a second chance, but a hunt for forgotten family secrets, a revelation that could either save me or condemn us all.
The Tainted Alpha

The Tainted Alpha

I struggle slightly with the terrible pain at my waist and my head. It shouldn't hurt after death but it did hurt. I force my eyes open just to meet with another pair of eyes. Silver ones that belong to an elderly woman. Not so elderly but she's obviously far older than I am."You tried to kill yourself." She smiles and presses a hot cloth on my head. I try to groan and yell out in pain but nothing comes out of my mouth. She presses the cloth on my legs as well and my waist. "Why would you want to kill yourself?" She asks, still pressing the hot cloth on my body. It hurts badly but even a sigh doesn't escape my lips. "Is she alright?" A tall broad man walks in. For a moment I didn't see his face, just his chest because he's way out of my line of sight but with every step he takes closer his face becomes more and more visible."She's still recovering. She's awake now but she's still In pain." The woman says to him. He stands not so far away with his gray eyes glued to me like he's studying me or something. I try to talk, to ask where I am and who they are but nothing comes out. With each attempt, I feel my body growing weaker.The plan was to die and not get rescued by strangers who do not look familiar at all. They aren't members of my pack but they could be of another pack. Why are they holding me?. "Make sure she recovers fast." The man says in a commanding tone and leaves. I stare at the woman who only wears a smile on her face. She dips the cloth in water and presses it softly on my thighs. It isn't as hot as it was. The little time she conversed with whoever that man was, made the water turn warm. "You really shouldn't take suicide as an option because it isn't." She utters. I try to speak but nothing comes fort. Like my vocal cord doesn't exist anymore or like I've lost my ability to even talk. A lot of questions are running through my mind and with each passing second, I feel more and more anxious. I look around the room we are in. It's a small room with barely anything, just the bed I lay on and a small chair and a table and a curtain blocking the rays of the sun from passing through the small window. What is this place? Why am I here? How did they find me? All I remember is letting myself fall and hitting the hard ground and I'm sure I passed out right after that. Everything else is a blur. ○○○○○ Running away from her dreadful uncle and dreadful pack, Hazel decides to end her life. Only to be saved by people from a pack. Soon she discovers her mate is the alpha of the pack but what she thought would be a life of bliss turns into her worst nightmare. Her mate constantly rejects her. After a near death experience and Kyle thought he would lose his mate Hazel, he decides to open up and tell her the reason why he chooses to resent her. Turns out, Kyle has played a major role in Hazel's life misery. Will she still choose him after everything and stand by his side to break the deal he has with a demon or will she leave him out of anger that she feels. ○○○○○ An exciting tale of Kyle's and Hazel's love story filled with bumps, fears, betrayals, obstacles. Will they overcome the fierceness that strives to break them or will they suffer in pain and agony?
Rejecting The Pack: I Need One Mate

Rejecting The Pack: I Need One Mate

In our beast world, females are treated as nothing more than precious breeding stock to keep the pack strong. As the pack's best Mender, I spent all my time focusing on my healing herbs, completely ignoring my maturity ritual. But tonight, the blind pack elder grabbed my wrist and delivered a chilling ultimatum. If I don't choose my mates by the next Full Moon, the Council of Elders will force a match and assign them to me. The threat is already suffocating. Arrogant, elite warriors like Caleb Quinn are pacing outside my door like starving wolves, stalking my porch and using pack business to corner me. At home, the reality of multiple mates is even worse. My mother has two mates—my father, the strongest Alpha, and my cold, intellectual step-father. Their toxic, murderous jealousy turns our house into a daily war zone. They literally unleash suffocating killing intent on innocent cubs just for hugging my mother. I am disgusted by this sick, possessive obsession. I refuse to let my life become a battlefield of jealous males fighting over who gets to guard my door, and I absolutely refuse to be forced into a harem by the Elders. So, I made a declaration that shocked my entire family and broke every pack tradition. "I will only ever take one mate." And to make sure none of those predatory warriors can touch me, I set an impossible trap. "Whoever wants me must defeat my father first."
The Devil's Warrior Queen

The Devil's Warrior Queen

 "You're right feisty princess, what fun will it be if it was forced? It'll be more delighting if you gave it willingly." He whispered darkly.  "I would never give myself willingly to you!" She snapped.   "We'll see about that feisty princess." He drawled in a low tone as his crimson eyes glinted with dark amusement and a mixture of devilishness. --------- When Rama, a fierce queen encounters her greatest rival, the vampire king, it is apparent death is sealed on her, but when the vampire King changes his mind and instead seizes her as his captive to torture her for her defiance, the fate of Rama is obscure and her future as her Rival's prisoner is sealed but unforeseen. Rama finds herself ensnared in the cold, unforgiving clutches of Draco, the ruthless vampire king. As captive and captor collide, the lines between predator and prey blur, unveiling a world where forbidden desires intertwine with the mysteries of Draco's dark existence. In the nocturnal embrace of Draco's realm, Rama discovers a desirable undercurrent that challenges her very essence. Unraveling the enigma of Draco's secrets, she is drawn into a dance of power and passion, where every step she takes is both unpredictable and inevitable. Rama, once a beacon of strength, now navigates a treacherous path fueled by both defiance and a lingering allure she cannot deny. She walks down the obscure path of sinful temptation, steamy romance and burning hot desires led down by the alluring devil and her immortal enemy, will she be able to resist this alluring devil or will she succumb to his dark and enigmatic world as he lures her with his wicked charms? The devil takes the warrior queen captive, but his sadistic pleasure is not satisfied to its peak, soon, he desires total captive of her body, mind and soul, but what if he captures something else both of them never predicted, something not even the seers could have foreseen?