The sudden, woeful death of Red took a toll on Luciano and after decades of ruling the werewolf kingdom, the King stepped down, leaving his throne and everything he had built for years. The Blackmaw Castle was set on fire, along with the few hundred witches in the cellar, turning everything into ashes and the King was left shattered. Whilst the rare Stone of Lycans bought Red back to life, she was still stuck between two worlds and her only way out from her wolf's body was with the help of her twin sister-Annabeth, who was nowhere to be found. Two ruined kingdoms. Two void thrones. Two estranged lovers. And a destiny that still had to be written.

In which the line between a hero and a villain will cease to exist because sometimes you have to be the villain to become the hero. The line between good and evil will blur because one cannot exist without the other The line between love and hate will simply vanish because you realize that they are the same. ~Josette Kent-Labonair~ A nonchalant, badass assassin with severe daddy issues notoriously known as Red Reign for her abundantly high kill count and lack of emotion. ~Valentino Bianchi~ Mafia Dom notoriously known as playboy in the day and a ruthless killer in the night. A man who values family above all else and will stop at nothing to make that crystal clear to anyone who dare to make him an enemy. A common enemy forces an alliance between the Italian and American mafia where the two not so opposites attract and each is pulled into the allure of evil... ~~~~~~~ "You're very sexy when you're deadly, Josette" he smirks as I straddle him. My blade to his throat. "And you're very chatty when you're on the verge of death, Mr. Bianchi" I retort. "You wont kill me" he says with certainty. I can't deny the fact that his thick Italian accent sends shivers down my spine. I lean down, hovering over his body. "And why is that" I can feel him growing beneath me. I stare deep into his mischievous eyes as I lower my body impossibly closer to his. My eyes leave his and instantly, I glance at his lips then look back up into his eyes. My lips brush his. Our breathing in sync as silence fills the room around us. Just when he elevates his head to kiss me my lips travel to his ear, brushing the delicate skin with my breath as I say "goodnight Mr.Bianchi" ‼️MORE DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS ON FIRST PAGE‼️

[COMPLETED] I was cursed at such a young age, abandoned by my own wolf and the Moon Goddess for something that wasn't in my control. I don't even think having a mate is in the cards for me... ✨🌘✨ I jumped when the final horn sounded, circling the garden before everyone became silent. They all returned to their seats, my father rising from his chair as I stood from my seat along with the other pups. I struggled to breath as we took our position, standing in the centre away from everyone else. My father offered me a reassuring glance though it did nothing to ease my anxiety, all I had to do now was wait. My eyes widened when the moons blue light shined down on me, illuminating my skin as I stared up at the sky in awe. "We thank the moon goddess for the power of her light..." I dropped my gaze back down, my fathers words surrounding us, "...Shall it bathe you and grant you strength, agility, speed like the wolf..." The pups around me began to moan in pain, capturing my attention as I furrowed my brows. Their features were all contorted by an invisible pain that inflicted them but I felt absolutely nothing. My heart raced when their groans of pain became screams but I- I suddenly drop to the ground, a painful throbbing in my head forcing me to the ground. I grip the sides of my head, screaming. I don't know how to explain it but it felt as though my brain was tearing in two, like my head was cracking open. When the pain stopped, I found myself surrounded by wolves, the shifted pups. Looking down at myself, I only see my body, no paws and no fur. I hadn't shifted... ✨🌕✨ Book 2* 'The Wolven King' is the first book and must be read in order to understand this one. ⚠️ WARNING!! This book is mature and should only be read if you are 18+. There are depictions of violence, mature language, sexual behaviour and sexual abuse.

𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐨. 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫: 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 I was only fourteen when I was promised to Nicolas and sixteen when I became engaged to him. Now, weeks from my eighteenth birthday and only a few months from our wedding, I have come to realize many things that I did not at fourteen. Not just about myself, but also about Nicolas. I knew that he was experienced and enjoyed his life, especially considering that he is three years my senior, but I was naive to think that he would ever love me like my papa loved my mama. I guess it's a good thing that I've grown up. It's an even better feeling to know I no longer have any fears. I will be the person that I want to. If that is my father's downfall, so be it. If it's Nicolas' downfall, that's even better. I'm a bad girl now. I'm out for blood. XO GP ♥ 1ST PLACE in ROMANCE | THE LEAL AWARDS