Theodore, a skilled slayer of vampires fighting in a war that's already been lost. The cost? His best friend, dead... or so he thinks. Zachary, a man new to the vampire life and quite attached to the human who thinks he died. William and Henry, two high rank vampires in their society willing to spoil their neonate. Even if it means allowing their Zachary to acquire the little human soldier.

Raven Silver An abandoned Omega pup, left to fend for himself. A rogue warrior found him, took him in- with gentle hands, but with iron discipline. Trained him not as a fragile outcast, but as a fighter. Society shunned him, whispered behind his back. But he never broke. An Omega by nature, but far apart in spirit. No pack. No Alpha to claim him. Instead, he carved his own path-Raven Silver, a name known not for submission, but for success. A renowned fashion designer, standing at the top of a world that once spat him out. He never needed a pack bond, nor a companion to trust. Love was a weakness he couldn't afford. He couldn't let down his guard. Or so he thought. Alexander Rivermoon The Heir to the Throne. The Future Alpha King. A leader in waiting. A powerful businessman outside the pack world. Respected. Feared. BUT. There is a shadow over the Rivermoon Family-an ancient curse whispered through generations. A cruel fate that rears its head once every hundred years. A Feral Alpha. Uncontrollable. Primal. A beast with no master, no reason, no mercy. And this time? He is the chosen one. For now, it's hidden. Concealed behind polished smiles, and carefully crafted illusions. But a curse is a curse for a reason. And it shall strike. But when it does, will he be able to forgive himself? (A Slow burn Romance, with intense plot and an unbreakable bond.) A/N: Since this is an Omegaverse, there shall be Mpreg(but it is not focus of the story and comes much later. It will be just enough to get the feels, as I know this is a hit or miss trope).

Fate. Everyone swears it's beautiful. That the goddess knows best. That when she hands you a mate, it's the perfect match, written in the stars. Sounds sweet, right? Yeah, tell that to me-an omega who's spent his whole life being treated like trash by the pack that should've been my family. My father, the almighty Alpha of the BloodRose Shadows, made sure I knew what disappointment looked like before he walked out. My mom stayed, but that didn't stop the whispers, the stares, the hands that shoved me lower every chance they got. Around here, "omega" just means servant. Disposable. Forgettable. Now the clock's ticking. In two days, I turn eighteen. In two days, the goddess will chain me to someone for the rest of my life. My mate. My "perfect other half." Can you feel the excitement? Yeah, me neither. This is my story-of fate's cruel joke, of blood that never protected me, and of the bond I never asked for. Because destiny doesn't always save you. Sometimes, it just breaks you. WARNING!! Mentions of Abuse SH Homophobia Spicy in some spots BxB

Theo Tomlinson had always believed that life would be simple if he followed the rules. Study hard, train hard, and keep his powers hidden. For the most part, he had succeeded. By day, he was your average, overachieving teenage boy. By night, he was Fortis, the icy superhero who protected the city from chaos and destruction. Aether was everything Theo despised. Arrogant, sarcastic, and infuriatingly good at everything. He had stolen the title of swimming team captain from Theo. He matched Theo grade for grade. They hated each other with a passion that their entire friend group had learned to ignore. His best friend Taylor often joked that they were like fire and ice, always on the verge of exploding. But life had a funny way of forcing people together. It started innocently enough - a school project, a forced partnership that neither Theo nor Aether could escape. Forced proximity was bad enough, but when their secret lives began to bleed into their everyday ones, things got complicated. Aether was hiding more than just his villainous alter ego, and Theo's icy façade was beginning to crack. Two lives, two identities, two enemies. Theo and Aether were caught in a web of secrets and lies, and the truth was bound to come out eventually. But when it did, would they still be enemies? Or would they finally realise that the line between hate and love was thinner than they ever imagined? © yuanjia 2025 Highest Rankings: #1 heroxvillain out of 655 stories #1 swimmer out of 419 stories #6 bl out of 150k stories #9 lgbtq out of 243k stories #9 forcedproximity out of 5.12k stories #10 gaylove out of 69.5k stories #28 gay out of 389k stories

Calix Simon's It's my third year teaching Form and Structure in Poetry at HLU. I went to school here and had the time of my life. So now I'm helping kids do the same. But I have a bigger dream than this. Everything changes when I meet Lennox Darlington. My now, my future, my everything. My mate. I met him when I'm picking a friend up and now my whole life has been altered. One day he wants me more than anything, the next he ignores me for days. It's so hot and cold with him. Lennox Darlington It's my first and only year at HLU. All of my friends got accepted and wherever they go I go. I don't know much about myself. I don't really know anything. I major in sports and art. I like to draw. Life doesn't feel like much, until I see Calix Simon's. He thinks the first time I saw him was at a lame party. But I've been watching my mate for a while. I have a plan, but things quickly change when my best friend starts hurting himself. PTSD is a bitch. I cope by isolation and art. Can I learn something new? For Calix? All he wants is to be wanted. Be careful what you wish for, little bunny.

Book III: Princely likes his little life of mystery but when his peace is threatened by love, he has to fight between letting go or giving in yet sometimes things aren't always that simple.

Ayman is being hunted, he knows why, and his hunters know why, there are many secrets to be kept, and as enemies rise from every direction, the peace he has always wanted to for himself, for his people seems impossible to attain. Power has a cost, duty has consequences, what will he do when faced with enemies who either want to control him, cage him or kill him. The continent is in a weary state, battle lines are being drawn, and one witch at the centre of it all.

There is a hollow place where a bond should be. A silence where the chorus of the pack once sang. For eight years, Luin Sage has carried this emptiness within him, a living wound from the day he was torn from his home and his two fated mates. Exile has been a brittle peace, a fragile existence built in the wild with Jamal, another soul fractured by the pack's judgments. Their understanding is a quiet thing, woven in shared solitude and the language of unspoken pain. It is the only balm that has kept the memories at bay. But the past is a patient hunter. A violent attack, laced with a poison that speaks of intimate malice, shatters their seclusion. Forced to return to the territory that cast him out, Luin is thrust back into the gilded cage of his former life. The air is thick with the scent of regret and the ghost of a bond that never died. His mates, the Alpha and Luna who condemned him, are shackled to him by a fate that feels less like destiny and more like a punishment. Here, every glance is a shard of glass, every whisper an echo of his crime. The reasons for his exile are a story written in scars, a truth buried deep beneath the pack's official history. And as a mysterious enemy circles, leaving cryptic warnings and a sense of dreadful familiarity, Luin is forced to confront the most terrifying question of all: Was he banished for being a monster... Ranked: #1 - mxmxm -16th October 2025

New cover made by @Magenkop Luke Moore, an omega born of beta parents, something that rarely occurs in the werewolf world. Luke suffers from a Touch Compulsion. He's bullied by almost everyone in his pack and school, for simply being an omega. He's assigned to do all the chores for the pack. He's a very small, thin and fragile boy that no one seems to like, even his own family dislike him. He's a white wolf, the rarest of them all. Michael Marshall, the new alpha of Red Moon Pack. A tall, muscular guy with high standards for his mate. He wishes for a smart, strong and most likely a high ranking mate. What happens when Michael is mated to Luke? Will he reject him? Will he accept him? Read on to find out. Part 2: Luke meets a series of new mates, only to be hurt again as a cycle. Until he meets a human, who turns out to be the one who saves him from a horrid decision. Note: This isn't going to be your average happily ever after werewolf story. It will have happy, sad, and hurtful moments. This is a boyxboy story.

"Ensure they cannot touch what belongs to me again," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. His beta nodded, taking a step back and bowing his head. "Yes, Alpha King." The gravity of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks - they were talking about my friends. A wave of panic washed over me as I realized my little drama to piss him off had put them in danger. Now, I had to act fast to prevent disaster. I couldn't let my recklessness hurt the people I care about. I tugged on Alarico's coat sleeve, and he turned to face me. Our eyes locked, and for the first time, I felt genuine fear. My voice barely above a whisper, I said, "No." Alarico's gaze narrowed, and he raised an eyebrow, as if granting me permission to speak. I swallowed hard and tried to find my voice. "D-Don't hurt them." My words were laced with desperation, and Alarico's expression softened slightly. He tilted my face toward his beta and said, "Order them." I hesitated, unsure of what he meant. Was he testing me? But Alarico's gaze remained steady, his voice low and commanding. "Say it," he urged. With tears welling up in my eyes, I spoke, my voice shaking with rage and fear. "I, Mario Cassano, order you to revoke your alpha's previous order and not to lay a finger on my friends." The words felt like acid on my tongue, but I knew I had to protect my friends. As I finished speaking, Alarico's men dropped to their knees, their heads bowed in unison. I stumbled backward, startled by their sudden action. "Your wish is our command, Queen Luna," they chanted in perfect harmony. The title "𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗟𝘂𝗻𝗮" sent shivers down my spine. What did it mean? And why did Alarico's men respond to me with such reverence? I looked up at 𝗵𝗶𝗺, searching for answers, but his expression remained enigmatic.