(Please read Theron 1 before moving on to this book) A stranger washes ashore on a deserted beach. With no memory of who or what he is, the only clue he has to his identity--the only thing he recalls from his past life--is a single, solitary name: Lina. But on a planet with over seven billion inhabitants, his only chance of finding her rests solely within the hands of Fate itself... and the help of a sassy, young street rat. A child's life hangs in the balance--a child whose blood is so unique it has the power to change the course of the future for one group of supernaturals in particular... and this group doesn't howl at the moon. For Lina and the other Ancients, a new war is brewing and in a very literal sense. This battle will not be fought with bullets and teeth like the massacre at Superlunar, but rather with magic and wit and maybe a little divine intervention. So, how do you fight an evil you can't touch? How do you stop a weapon you can't see? And how to you protect the ones you have no memory of loving? Easy! You have to remember what you don't know you knew... You have to remember who you are... You just have to remember. ⚠️ This story is marked "Mature" for a reason. There will be violence, strong language and sexual content. I will not write a warning for these chapters as it is already labeled for a mature audience. Please also note, this story is currently unedited. ©️ 2021 by Alyssa Michelle. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination and any resemblances to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.

"Please..please touch me Naomi." He murmured those words, peering up at me through his lashes and expressing a look coated in lust and pleading. It's almost scary how he could go from possessive and intimidating one moment, to submissive and needy in the next. "Naomi...please. I'm so hot. I need you." He begged me, with no shame at all. The jealous and brooding Alpha King from earlier was slumped on his fancy bathroom floor...begging me to touch him. ---------- In which thousands of people disappear on one night every century. Why? Simple. Every lycan needs a mate. (This story has mature themes. Please read at your own risk)

The Goddess of the moon, Diana, originally created the Lycans. Seven of them; two females and five males. They were meant to rule over the earth, with peace and harmony. Diana soon realized that something with that much power couldn't possibly stay peaceful. No, the Lycans soon became power hungry. They took over the seven continents, creating seven kingdoms. They ruled over the humans but that wasn't enough for them. They wanted to rule each other. Diana became angered with her children. She took away the originals ability to breed. She also recreated them but with less power, the werewolves. While the originals could no longer breed, their children could. The only problem was for a female Lycan, the most powerful and rare Lycan, to be born is of two Lycan parents. Maria and Belinda, the two original female Lycans, were each mated to a male Lycan. Both reproduced one child before they could no longer. Anastasia Kingston, daughter of Harold and Maria Kingston, is the last female Lycan. Xander Valentino, son of Marco and Belinda Valentino, is the most powerful male Lycan. He is feared by many and loved by his pack. Anastasia has been on the run for centuries, hiding from those who hunt her. They seek her power. Many male lycans search for her, wanting her offspring as their heir. Wanting her power for their own. No one has been able to find her. Ever.

I, Alexander Stone, reject you..." he trailed off, he doesn't even know my name. " as my mate, my soul and the luna of this pack" as soon as those words were said I felt an excruciating pain in my whole entire body. It felt like someone was setting my body a light, whilst shredding my skin off my body and taking my limbs a part one by one. The pain however was something that I could deal with and he did not expect that because his smirk faltered when my eyes started glowing. I could feel my wolf howling in pain and in anger and she was beginning to surface even more. " Why" I managed to growl out, my voice was still my own which meant that I still had some control of the situation. " You're asking why? Just a year ago you was a feeble human, you're too weak for this. I don't want a weak mate, I need a strong mate, someone that can lead a pack not someone who doesn't even know what a pack is" His words were like daggers to my heart but the disrespect hurt me the most. He shouldn't disrespect me like that, he doesn't even know who I am. " Pathetic, scatter to your little freak family and stop polluting this area" I snapped me eyes away from my so called mate to the source of the voice. It was no other Emma MqQuay, the queen bee of the school and my mates toy. By the time she said those words I was very close to my wolf taking control and partially for what I did next was due to her.

I sniffed the room and the most intoxicating smell hit my senses with full force, never had I smelled something this addicting, not even the most delicious food can top this scent, it was so addicting, it smelt of newly cut grass mixed with the smell of the woods, it was pure bliss. I moved towards the bed to see whose scent it belongs, I looked at him and my jaw almost dropped to the floor, he was gorgeous, beautiful, perfect, no words could describe this beauty in front of me, he had soft brown hair that makes my fingers twitch, aching for me to touch and run them through his hair, he had a perfect yet sharp jawline that can cut through anything. He looked so peaceful yet handsome at the same time as he slept. I smiled at him before that smile faded and turned into a frown, a hand was wrapped around his neck that makes me feel so stupid for not noticing it earlier, I almost whimpered at the sight before I put my hand on my mouth to stop me and my wolf from howling in pain and dejection, I felt like crying, I felt like I was falling from the tallest building, I felt like my heart was torn out from my chest and no matter what I do, I cannot do anything so stop the pain ♔️This is the first book of King Series♔️

They both swayed to the music seeming as they were lost in their own universe, they smiled at each other and the sight was unbearable, as if there was someone constantly stabbing my chest, I rubbed my chest trying to get rid of the pain but it was still there, as if it was burning inside. It felt like my heart was burning, like a tornado of fire was slowly destroying my heart, inch by inch. It was the most excruciating pain that I have ever experienced in my life. ♔️This is the second book of King Series♔️

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

He is without a pack, He is without a mate, And he is without a wolf, He is the sanctuary of brutality, a slaughter that waits for its turn. He is Killian, the beast built with strength, power, and chaos that yearns for a reign, not of an Alpha, but of a King meant to rule a bigger land. He is not a werewolf, but he is more. Mystery lies beneath his skin as the entirety of him becomes the root of all havoc, a weapon of war that is greater than the Moon can ever accomplish and beyond what she can create. But beneath the power he harbors, lay a weakness that he can never oppose, Valerie. {TW: Violence, Death, Sex} Completed: October 5, 2020 (UNEDITED)

❝Sometimes human places create inhuman monsters.❞ ❝Sometimes humans are the monsters.❞ ☾☾☾ Chaser / Runner. Hunter / Hunted. Warmth / Ice. ☾☾☾ A hypothermia induced man faints on Harlow's doorstep. And so their story begins. Copyright © 2015 ☾Cover by me ☾written by me

Lachlan has protected his kingdom of Lycans for hundreds of years. When his intended mate is murdered by Hunters, he must now choose a new mate amongst the warrior females to become his Queen. But what he didn't expect was to be drawn to the dainty daughter of the Master Warrior. Siobhan was destined to be a Lykae warrior forever, or so she thought. When the mysterious Lycan King chooses her as his mate, she is swept away to his castle forever. But when she starts discovering the truth about her origins, she starts to question who the real enemy is. As the hunters edge closer and closer to the Lycan territories and more Lykae's are being slaughtered, Lachlan may fight to protect his kind. Even if that meant destroying all Hunters and the trust of his beloved mate. •~•