Snarkybanter Stories

Prince Han, of the northern kingdom, a man of status, wealth, and next in line for the crown. Loved by his subjects. Loved by his community. Loved by his kingdom. He looked the part, too. Silk and ceremonial gold draped easily over his frame, dark hair kept immaculate by hands that had never been allowed to be careless. His posture was perfect, drilled into him since boyhood, chin high, shoulders squared, crown balanced like it belonged nowhere else. He was built to be admired. But Minho wasn't particularly fond of him. there was conflict. steamy. Jisung felt the same. Unfortunately, they were to co- exist with one of another. constant bickering.

"I'd rather rip out my own heart than love a wolf like you." "Too bad the Moon Goddess already gave it to me." When Elara wakes up inside the enemy's territory-wounded, trapped, and mate-bound to the boy who hates her-she knows she's in danger. Darian, the future Gamma of Bloodfang, has every reason to be suspicious. Rogues slaughtered his siblings, and now one lies unconscious at the border, carrying secrets and scars of her own. He wants nothing to do with her. Until the mate bond ignites. Forced into the brutal "Mating Month" deep in the woods, Elara and Darian must fight side by side, sleep under the same stars, and resist the instinct that binds them. But something dark is rising. A rogue faction is tearing down packs from within-and Elara might be the reason why. Their connection is forbidden. Their trust is fragile. And someone in the shadows wants them both dead. Hate never burned so hot. Love never came with such sharp teeth.