myth

A story told from both sides of the blade. Eleanore: My husband rode off to war with a kiss and a promise. Days later, I received news of his death and the name of his killer—Perseus, the ruthless Lycan King. Now, I'm his bride. A pawn traded for a treaty. They say power demands sacrifice. I say vengeance deserves patience. I won’t scream. I won’t break. And I sure as hell won’t fall in love with the monster who destroyed my world. He expects a Luna. He’s getting a storm in a black dress and a sword in his chest. Perseus: I killed her husband. She’ll remind me every day. I ripped her black wedding gown. She hasn’t forgiven me. I gave her my name. She threw my gift into the fire. But I see it in her eyes—the fire, the fury, the pain, the heartbreak all that I made her feel. And it calls to something ancient inside me. She wants to bury a sword in my chest. Joke’s on her—I already gave her my heart.

His Betrayal All Alpha Tyler had promised Elysia went out of the window the moment his pregnant mistress interrupts their wedding. Alpha Tyler didn’t let her go nevertheless, his promises and actions were polar opposites, that was until she died! Her Saviour Lycan king Lucian had seen it all, the two figures standing at the cliff that had pushed her off and wasted no time in saving her and brought her back to his pack, shocking everyone. Her first request when she woke up was that he let her die because she had nothing else to leave for but he wasn’t about to let go of his fated mate… Her Revenge After being nursed to health by Lycan King Lucian, all she wanted to take her revenge on Tyler, she wanted his death alongside his mistresses, giving Alpha Lucian room to propose an offer. She becomes his Luna and he helps her, when it’s all done, he lets her go. Hungry with hatred, she accepts unbeknownst to her, He had no intention of letting her go… not after searching for her for years. What happens when Elysia’s revenge is soiled by Tyler’s regret, would she go back to the man she had once loved or fall in love with the man that had gone against everything he had enforced for her.

Fate twists its vines in ways we can't comprehend. For Sylvie, it brought the force of a Tyrant Alpha and the ruthless Salvalor pack. Sylvie learned to live with her handicap. Stay out of business of other wolves and they'll leave her alone. Mostly. War, however, soon reaches her doorstep. Forced to submit to Malphas, one of the last living Lycans, with a bloody streak and reputation for having the shortest fuse, Sylvie's quiet life turns upside down. Run or serve, the choice is easy. Malphas and the wolf within him, Valac, are the two names whispered in fear. Packs are falling, wolves are dying, territories are burning. The sky is red with blood, in his eyes. The thirst for it, unquenchable. He lives for the thrill of the kill, yet struggles to contain his disdain towards wolves. Rebuilding the line of Lycans, and the Kingdom of Silas to its former glory, is most important. Getting revenge is just a convenience. Imagine the surprise when he finds the last village to pillage, before crossing wolven borders, and a hidden gem within it. The Omega runt throws his senses into confused calmness, and for the first time neither he, nor Valac, feel the urge to kill. Refusing to admit, but finding it intriguing, Malphas takes Sylvie as his cup-girl. What threads will fate weave for the two? Will Sylvie survive under Malphas's command? Will he solve the puzzle behind the quiet, little runt or will his anger and cruelty bury her into the ground? Can Sylvie unravel the mystery hidden in Malphas's eyes? Enjoy the slow burning flames and the rusted blood that keeps them going.