April

“I, Logan Carter, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Emma Parker of the Crescent Moon Pack.” I could feel my heart breaking. Leon was howling inside me, and I could feel his pain. She was looking right at me, and I could see the pain in her eyes, but she refused to show it. Most wolves fall to their knees from pain. I wanted to fall to my knees and claw at my chest. But she didn’t. She was standing there with her head held high. She took a deep breath and closed her wonderful eyes. “I, Emma Parker of the Crescent Moon Pack, accept your rejection.” When Emma turns 18, she is surprised that her mate is the Alpha of her pack. But her happiness about finding her mate didn't last long. Her mate rejected her for a stronger she-wolf. That she-wolf hates Emma and wants to get rid of her, but that isn't the only thing Emma has to deal with. Emma finds out that she is not an ordinary wolf and that there are people who want to use her. They are dangerous. They will do everything to get what they want. What will Emma do? Will her mate regret rejecting her? Will her mate save her from the people around them?

Cliff always felt his life was different from others. He was always locked up in a dark room with barely any light by his mother. He also can't eat the food that other people usually eat, just smelling the food, he will be nauseous and vomits. Only blood can be his food. He was surprised because his skin would burn if exposed to sunlight. He doesn't understand life. Once upon a time, Cliff went to the forbidden forest at the request of his mother in a will. It was there that he met a man who claimed to be his father. Cliff could hardly believe it when he found out that he was a half-blood vampire, because his father was a pure-blood vampire. At his father's invitation, he lives with his father's family which is none other than a noble vampire family. Cliff's suffering is getting worse because he is not recognized by his new family, he is considered a family disgrace. His life gets more complicated when he falls in love with his brother's fiancé. However, a tragedy has changed Cliff's life. Now, his heart is full of hatred and revenge. He decides to become a vampire hunter. He was determined to eradicate all vampires under the Dawson Clan bloodline, even though in the end he had to kill his father who was the leader of the Dawson Clan. Follow the story of Cliff Dawson, a half-blood vampire who experiences all kinds of suffering and his ambition to destroy his clan.

A simple human girl who didn't know her potential till she moved to a town. Avilla has always thought of herself as an ordinary human, but all that changed when she stumbled on her aunt's secret. It opened a lot of secrets and forced her to accept her nature. Being rejected means, you have to stop living in the werewolf world but not when you have a hybrid who finds her second chance in the arms of a vampire.

I once had a dream of finding my mate and living a peaceful life with him. But the ruthless Alpha broke my dream. I thought the Beta was the best man in the world. But it turned out... Lie and truth, how could I tell the difference? It was raining heavily when I got off work, but I had no time to wait for the rain to stop. I had to go back in time, or there would be severe punishment waiting for me. Last time I was less than five minutes late, and I was beaten so badly that I nearly couldn't lie down on the bed for a week. I didn't want to experience it again.

“Your highness,” the maid whimpered, her blood thrumming with a need she couldn’t resist. “Please.” She wasn’t sure what she was pleading for. For his absence or his touch. “I am married, with two children,” she added in hopes that her words would take effect on the demon who held her in his grasp like he owned her, because she no longer had the strength to walk away. But Kayden knew nothing of the word mercy, and when he pushed into her, it was with the same ruthlessness she had come to identify him with. And despite herself, her pride, she begged for more. She cried out his name, tightening around him, pleasure and delicious aches melding, and she didn’t know where she ended or where he began. But she did know one thing. He was the devil, and she was his.

When I was a child, my grandma used to tell me stories. At the time, I never gave them much thought. Thinking they were just that… stories. Growing up, I soon realized that they weren’t lofty fantasies and fairy tales but memories of her past, memories of our ancestors before our world turned to sh*t. You see, what comes from legend, no matter how exaggerated the story becomes, there is always a sliver of truth. You just need to weed out the fiction from fact. My grandmother used to tell me stories of the Chosen One—the one who would save us all. When I was younger, I used to believe that what she said was true. Eventually, someone would be born, just as the Oracle predicted—someone who could save our souls and bind us back to our magic. Once I grew up and saw the world unfolding around me, I no longer believed in salvation. The chosen one seemed to be more of a prayer than reality. Some dream we wanted desperately to come true. Something in which we needed to find hope when there wasn’t any left. When our ancestors turned their backs on us, how were we expected to believe in this so-called salvation? Especially when all we witnessed was death and carnage ever since the great war. Nothing except pain and poverty. I used to believe the stories and used to pray for the mysterious chosen one that would rid our world of its evil. Now, though, I see it for what it really is, just a dream of hope. Some out of reach fairy-tale. A story to create hope. Hope is dangerous; it makes you believe things will get better. I stopped hanging on to hope when I witnessed firsthand that it caused nothing but heartache.