Bound By Ash and Howl

Bound By Ash and Howl

  • WpView
    Прочтений 184
  • WpVote
    Голосов 9
  • WpPart
    Частей 1
WpMetadataReadВ процессе6m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published вск, мая 3, 2026
WpInfo
Fiction
Paranormal
They were born as twins. Bound by blood. Torn by fate. After escaping a deadly magical ritual, she vanished across the sea-leaving behind the ashes of a broken coven and a brother hunted for the crime of surviving. Three years later, a dream-and a ghost-drag her back home. Now twenty-one, she's a witch in a world that hates her and the only one who can save the brother who once saved her. But the price of her return? A mate bond with the Alpha of a pack that lost everything to witches... including the woman he loved. Haunted by the ghost of his fiancée and torn between past and destiny, the Alpha offers her sanctuary-but nothing more. What neither of them expects is Evelyn's ghost, whispering secrets that could save them all-or shatter what's left. Love doesn't always come with peace. Some bonds demand blood. Some fates were never meant to be escaped.
Все права сохранены
#9
witchcoven
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

Вам также может понравиться

  • Daughters of Hecate: Impure Blood.
  • Vincent's Betrayal
  • Badass Rejected
  • Darkened
  • The mark between us
  • Second Chance For A Warrior
  • The Alphas Fated Witch
  • ANA

Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

Подробнее
WpActionLinkТребования к контенту