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Den of Alphas

Every century, the Supernatural Realms faces a harrowing prophecy—an apocalypse destined to wipe out all beings, starting with the werewolves, then witches, vampires, and finally, humans. To prevent this, the werewolf high council formed a pact with other creatures on earth. Each realm would send a candidate to the Brookshigh Academy. The goal was to discover if an alliance/bond between an Alpha and a representative from another realm could produce a bond powerful enough to stop the impending apocalypse. This year, the humans have chosen Hope When Hope’s sister vanished without a trace from Brookshigh Academy years ago, Hope never believed she’d follow in her footsteps. But with nothing left to lose, she accepted a scholarship to the very same school. What she discovers inside isn’t what she expected. Brookshigh isn’t just an academy, it’s a den of Alphas, it wasn't what it's portrayed to be. Beneath its prestigious facade lies a brutal hierarchy, where power is currency, and the weak are prey. Hope's arrival disrupts the status quo, catching the attention of the academy's most formidable Alphas Caught between ruthless supernatural factions and hunted by enemies she wasn't aware her parents had made, Hope must survive a world where all she thought was a lie and fiery tale was living, breathing and asking for her love. She knew it was all a game of survival here. But she has vowed that in this dangerous Den of Alphas, she won’t just be a pawn in their games. She will be the wild card that changes the rules forever.
Splendoria · 11.3k Views

A Werewolf's Unexpected Mate

[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Wildfire—and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. "You…" He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.
FantasiaLia09 · 135.5k Views

Fated To Not Just One, But Three

I let out a bitter laugh. “It’s ironic, isn’t it? You spent years making my life a living hell, and now you look at me like I’m the very air you breathe.” Lennox’s face fell. “Olivia, it wasn’t supposed to be like this—” I cut him off, my eyes blazing with anger. “Oh, but it was. You wanted me broken. You wanted me to suffer. And I did.” I paused, my voice trembling. “But not anymore.” Louis, who had been silent, spoke softly. “Olivia, we—” I shook my head and took a step back, putting distance between us. “No. Whatever you think you feel, it doesn’t matter. It’s too late. You had a choice. And every single time, you chose her. Over and over again, you chose Anita.” Levi shook his head. “We were wrong.” I met their gazes. “Yes, you were. And now, you’ll have to live with it.” With that, I turned away, refusing to let them see the tears burning in my eyes. •••••••• Olivia Parker was once the cherished daughter of a respected Gamma—until betrayal shattered her world. Branded the daughter of a traitor, she was stripped of her title, her dignity, and the life she had known, forced to serve as an Omega among those who once respected her. But fate wasn’t done with her yet. On the night of the mating ceremony, Olivia discovered the cruelest twist of all—she wasn’t fated to just one mate, but three. And not just any three. Alpha Lennox, Alpha Louis, and Alpha Levi—the ruthless triplet Alphas who had spent years tormenting her. Bound to a marriage they never wanted, the triplets made her life a waking nightmare. They paraded their lover, Anita, before her, ensuring she never forgot her place, never forgot that they would never want her. But fate has a way of playing its own game. As secrets unravel and buried truths come to light, the triplets begin to see Olivia for who she truly is—not just a Luna in title, but the woman they never realized they needed. Only now, she’s done waiting.
Sugarlitics · 4.8m Views

Alpha Vincent.

As I saw her walk down the aisle, I was momentarily tranced by her. Without the makeup like the one she had worn back then—which had been bold and daring—she looked so alluring. A beauty cloaked in innocence, the kind that makes you want to stain it, to drag it into darkness just to see how long it can remain pure. I had to push my intrusive thoughts to the back of my mind because to me, this marriage had its own purposes. I was definitely not looking forward to marrying anyone, but she is a means to an end. A route to someone I want to destroy. We make our way toward the limousine waiting outside. For the sake of appearances, I offer my hand to help her in. Her fingers are light against mine, hesitant, reluctant—but soft. I can't let my hold linger. Not now. I've got to keep an impression, got to play the part. I walk around to the other side and slide in beside her. The vehicle drives off, and even as the minutes pass, none of us bothers to say a word. She has her eyes fixed on the window, her expression unreadable, as I take in her features—the delicate lines of her face, the nervous way she presses her lips together, the tiny furrow between her brows. Little details I had failed to notice the last time. And then there's her scent. Sweet. Tempting. It lingers in the confined space of the car, pulling at me with a strength I've never experienced. At first, I'd thought it was perfume, but werewolves don't wear scents on their wedding day. No, this is her. All her. She smells so fucking divine I have to clench my fists to stop myself from reaching for her. Before her, there had been many women I'd taken to bed, many who begged for my attention, but none of them had ever made me feel this. This strange pull. This need to protect, to put someone before myself. I am a selfish bastard. Even others have called me that, and I never once denied it. Yet right now, with her sitting next to me, it feels like I would take a bullet for her. And that's the cruelest part. Because while I want to protect her, I also know I am the danger she should run away from. I tilt my head, studying her profile. She looks fragile, almost breakable, but there's a stubbornness in the way she holds herself that makes me pause. She doesn't look at me. Not once. Maybe she thinks ignoring me will make me forget she's here. Foolish woman. Doesn't she realize she's all I see? I force myself to look away, my jaw tightening. This was never supposed to happen. I didn't want a wife. I didn't want a mate. And I sure as hell didn't want to feel anything. But she's here, wearing my ring, bound to my name, tied to my fate. And I don't know if I want to untangle her from it anymore. As the car pulls into the long stretch of my mansion's driveway, she finally snaps her head toward me. Her eyes—stormy, defiant—lock on mine, and for the first time since the vows were exchanged, she speaks. "So… what now?" Her voice isn't loud, but it's sharp, carrying that fragile edge of someone holding herself together by sheer willpower. I know why she's asking. I know the words I said at the altar still bite. I told her she wasn't the type of woman I wanted to kiss—but the irony is, she was exactly that. Sweet, soft, tempting. Everything I wanted and everything I shouldn't want. The problem wasn't her. It was me. I didn't want attachments. Attachments made you weak, haunted you, and I couldn't afford that—not when her father was my target. "You'll just have to behave as a loving wife when I want you to." My voice comes out colder than I intended, but I don't take it back. I see it then—the flicker of disappointment across her face. Subtle, but there. Like she'd been hoping I'd say something different. Something kinder. Her lips press together before she exhales and turns toward me again. "You know what, I don't even get why you married me. You could have picked anyone—someone you actually cared for." Her fingers fidget as she tucks
solticeAura · 426 Views

Bond to the Triplet Alpha

Aria Blackwood has always Lived in her father's shadow, an Omega confined to the fringes of pack Life. On her eighteenth birthday, a bond ceremony meant to bind her to one Alpha heir instead Links her soul to Dorian, Tobias, and Marcus_triplets and sons of Alpha Raphael Blackwood. Pack Law offers no path for three-way bonds, and chaos erupts in the Great Hall. As Rowan Vale the seer reveals fragments of an older prophecy, Aria Learns that each prince carries a shard of her soul. Dorian's binding rune is failing, Tobias uncovers a warning that unworthy Luna rulership means death, and Marcus secretly serves the Syndicate. Meanwhile, a blood pact forces her to consider marriage to a rival if she accepts her place, and her friend Selene Hart confesses a hidden Lineage that could tip the balance. On the night of the blood moon, the Syndicate attacks. Marcus reveals his orders to kill her, but Aria invokes her hidden royal blood, unleashing ancient Ruby Wolf magic that subdues him. With the true moonstone returned and her Lineage confirmed, she breaks her father's pact and forges a balanced bond with all three brothers. The Syndicate's hold collapses, and Elias Crow relinquishes his claim. In the aftermath, Aria is crowned Luna alongside her tri-bonded heirs. Dorian becomes chief protector, Tobias pack scholar, and Marcus guardian of the borders. Selene rises as diplomat, and Elias stands Loyal as an ally. Under Aria's rule, the Suncrest Pack enters a new era of unity, its future reshaped by a bond thought impossible.
theshineeteam · 18k Views