Last Human

"You are my wife only in paper. You will never be my mate." Ace said to her as tears rolled down her face. Ofcourse she knew he was forced to marry her, just like she was. But she hoped someday he will warm up to her. Why did he hate her so much when she was also forced into this marriage? Everyone is blaming her for not siring an heir yet for the southern pack, but what no one knows is that he has never laid a finger on her. They sleep in separate rooms. So why can't he just stand up to his father and ask her for a divorce so that he can be with the woman he truly loves?

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.

I was once the most respected female intelligence officer in the underworld. I controlled black market trade, port lockdowns, and risk assessments for every smuggling route. These were the basics every new recruit learned on their first day in the Mafia. But my intel was never reliable. As time went by, everyone caught on. In this city, whether the ports were locked down or open for business didn't depend on intel. It depended on whether Vincenzo's childhood friend was in a bad mood. I had just sent an order over the family's secure channel: "Level-one lockdown. All shipping routes are closed." A moment later, the ports were thrown wide open. My rival mocked me in front of everyone. "Isabella's supposed to be the queen of underworld intelligence, isn't she? What happened, did she lose her touch?" Other family members twisted the knife without a second thought. "Her husband changes the rules at a word from his precious Amelia. Who's going to listen to her anymore?" "She's on the hook for any losses from this. That route reopening is going to bankrupt her!" I clutched a stack of formal censures from the family. I said nothing. It didn't matter. I was done being a pawn in their games. Soon, I would be gone for good.

I was once an Alpha—the only female Alpha in the northern packs. Strong. Respected. Feared. But I gave it all up for peace… and for him. Now, I’m nothing but his Luna. A title that means nothing when your mate barely comes home, reeks of another woman, and tells you to save yourself when you’re being tortured by rogues. He chose her—a human. Not a beta. Not even one of us. Just a human. And me? He left me to die.

“I hate you for bringing me here! I hate you for forcing me to live among wolves when I'm the only human. They all hate me! I am a prey, a pet, a weakling waiting to be devoured. How could you do this to me?” I cried as I stared the Alpha in the eye. I had just tried to escape again, but he caught me as always. There was something in his eyes. It was rage. Possessive and protective rage. “If anyone makes you feel insecure because you're human, I'll make sure their heads roll at their feet. Nobody is permitted to hurt you. Because you're mine. My mate. My Luna,” he replied. *** For 18 good years of my life, my father has kept me hidden from the outside world. Everything I wanted, he provided... Except to interact with people and live outside the walls of my wing in his mansion. All of a sudden, one night, he wants us to leave everything behind and flee. Flee from what? He won't say. Until strange men barge in and the leader of them has the face of the monster who has plagued my dreams every night for a decade. And then the monster proclaimed me his mate and took me away from the world I’ve ever known.

Misteri yang terdapat di balik ritual yang dilakukan setiap tujuh tahun sekali oleh orang-orang desa di tempat tinggalnya, memancing seorang anak laki-laki bernama Aaron untuk menyelidiki misteri itu. Setelah sahabat dekatnya yang bernama Elena diculik oleh sang makhluk kegelapan, Aaron pun bertekad akan membawa gadis itu kembali, serta mencari tahu penyebab dari hilangnya ingatan semua orang terhadap si gadis bersurai emas. Ketika tahun demi tahun telah berlalu, Aaron yang telah menjadi seorang pemuda tangguh harus kembali ke desa kelahirannya. Dia dan ketiga orang sahabatnya pun terjebak dalam ritual pemujaan yang membuat keempatnya menghilang, masuk ke sebuah pintu menuju dunia yang asing, segalanya mendadak berubah. Aaron dan ketiga orang temannya harus menjalani kehidupan yang berat di dunia yang dipenuhi monster dan makhluk mitologi yang sering diceritakan oleh neneknya di masa lalu. Keempatnya kemudian bergabung ke sebuah organisasi pemburu monster bernama Dark Storm, demi melanjutkan misi pencarian terhadap Elena. Akankah semua yang Aaron rencanakan berjalan lancar sesuai dengan rencananya ataukah ... dia gagal memperoleh Elena kembali? Mampukah mereka melarikan diri dari pengaruh sihir yang lambat laun akan membunuh mereka semua?

When the alpha finally found his mate. He thought that everything will finally fall into the right places and the curse on his pack will immediately be lifted. He traveled all the way to find her. However, what happens when he discovered that the luna he has been waiting for all this time is nothing but a human and an enemy of his clan?. He hated the sight of her and vowed to change the course of his life without paying heed to the words of the moon goddess. However, only the human mate could prevent the prophecy of the looming danger. “She is my mate? How could she be the one for me? ” “Yes Alpha, she has the mark and you know it as well” “A wolfless human and enemy of the werewolf can not be my mate. I reject her!” The Human mate he hated!

Alpha Nathan got engaged to his destined Luna but on the day of their wedding, she died and her death remained a mystery which he vowed to find about and seek justice for her. What happens when another Beta was chosen to be his Luna but she was more loving than his late mate, would he forget about his past and love the presence? Unknown to him, his new Luna is a spy sent by his late Luna's culprit.

Before my crazy grandmother died, she gave me three walnuts. According to her last wish, I cracked open the first walnut on my twenty-fifth birthday. Inside the walnut was a slip of paper. 'Go to the skybridge and grovel at the first beggar you meet' was the instruction written on it. When I looked at the note, I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Still, I did as told. To my surprise, the beggar turned out to be an undercover cop. Only later did I learn that I had long been targeted by human traffickers, and the bow had saved my life. As for the second walnut, my grandmother told me to crack it open before I got married. When I put on my wedding dress, ready to marry the policeman who saved me, I happily opened it. This time, there was a crumpled old photograph inside. In the photo, my fiancé was smiling as he strangled another bride.

I transmigrated into a trashy, tragic romance as the vicious side character. By the time I arrived, the story had already reached its ending. I had caused the female lead to lose her SAT opportunity, and my two older brothers forced me to my knees. My eldest brother, Lucas Sherman, beat me mercilessly with a stick. He hissed, "Slap yourself 1000 times before you can get up." My older brother, Charlie Sherman, threw a bottle of pesticide at me. He spat, "Someone as vicious as you should just die." I let out a cold laugh and picked up the pesticide bottle, downing it in one gulp. Lucas and Charlie turned pale with shock. "Are you insane? You actually drank it!"