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THE WHITE LUNA WHO REJECTED THE PACK

Aurelia Vale spent her entire life believing she was nothing more than a powerless human living among werewolves. Without a wolf. Without a mate. Without a place she could truly call home. In a pack that valued strength above all else, she survived by lowering her head and enduring their scorn in silence. The Alpha heirs despised her. The future Beta dismissed her existence. Even the warriors treated her as an inconvenience. When the cruelty becomes unbearable, Aurelia walks into the Moon Goddess Temple to sever her bond with the pack forever. She never expects her blood to awaken an ancient power thought long extinct. Thunder shatters the sky. Her wolf emerges. Aurelia is not human. She is a White Wolf, heir to a forgotten bloodline that once ruled over Alphas and commanded entire packs. Worse yet, the scent of five mates binds itself to her soul the moment she awakens. The very men who once humiliated her now feel the pull of the bond. The pack that cast her aside now kneels before her power. And a mysterious fifth presence watches from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to claim what he believes is his. As Aurelia flees the pack that betrayed her, her strength continues to grow and long buried truths begin to surface. Faced with obsession, regret, and a bond she never asked for, she must decide whether to grant forgiveness or tear down the hierarchy that once broke her. This time, Aurelia is no longer the one being chosen. She is the one who decides who is worthy of standing beside the White Luna.
Arpan_Porame · 121.9k Views

BLOODLINE EMPIRE.

The room was shrouded in darkness, a single flickering bulb casting long, jagged shadows across the walls. Magnus Reinhart stood tall, his piercing gaze fixed on the man kneeling before him. His presence alone seemed to suffocate the air, commanding attention and fear in equal measure. "You have two options," Magnus said coldly, his voice like steel slicing through the silence. "Die here... or serve me." The man, trembling and drenched in sweat, stammered, "I-I'll serve you! Just don't kill me, please..." Magnus crouched slightly, bringing his face closer to the man's. His black hair caught the faint light, creating a halo effect that only contrasted with the menace in his eyes. "Good," he said, his tone devoid of warmth. "Then start talking. Tell me what I need to know." The man swallowed hard, his voice cracking under pressure. "Everything is kept in their art gallery. They're planning to move the stash next week... The only way to get in is through me. Now, please, don't kill me!" Magnus smirked, leaning back as he straightened his posture. "Oh, I won't." His eyes flicked toward the door, and his voice dropped to a near-whisper. "But I think she might." The door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. She was a striking woman with long, dusty-pink hair that fell in soft waves, her movements fluid and deliberate. Her eyes burned with fury, locking onto the kneeling man as if he were nothing more than prey. "Thank you for showing me this traitor, Magnus," she said, her voice venomous yet poised. Magnus shrugged, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "The business is fifty-fifty. Why should I be greedy?" "You're right," she replied, her gaze never leaving the man. She took a slow, deliberate step forward. "Now, Luther, what do you have to say for yourself?" "I-I had no choice!" Luther cried, his voice breaking with desperation. "Please, spare me!" The woman tilted her head, her expression twisting into something cruel. "Would you like to stay and watch the show, Sir Magnus?" Magnus checked his watch, the faint ticking filling the silence for a moment. "As entertaining as that sounds, I've got a business to run. Priorities." "Fair enough," she said, her lips curling into a dark smile. "It was a pleasure." "All mine," Magnus replied before walking out of the room, leaving the door ajar. As he stepped into the hallway, a muffled scream echoed behind him, but Magnus didn't so much as flinch. --- Magnus Reinhart If you're confused by what's happening, let me lay it out for you. My name is Magnus Reinhart, and I control the mafia empire that runs Paris and the UK. Every deal, every decision, it all goes through me. But I'm also a businessman, and to the outside world, that's all I am. My mafia life? It's a secret, one I keep under lock and key.
LuthendoMuleya · 5.1k Views

Hollywood: From Shadows To The Spotlight

[H:F.S.T.T.S] tells the extraordinary story of Alex Masters, a Hollywood outsider who fought his way into the industry and now stands on the brink of creating cinematic history. And while he had always enjoyed the peace and anonymity of the shadows, he knew it was time to embrace the spotlight and show the world the kind of cinema he and his friend had once dreamt of. From his humble beginnings as a teenager hustling on film sets, Alex became a self-taught jack of all trades, honing his skills in everything from special effects to screenwriting. He has carved a path marked by his relentless ambition, daring choices, and a mind for storytelling that none could ignore. Now, nearly 2 decades later, Alex embarks on his most ambitious project yet—an epic tale that could cement his legacy as one of the greatest filmmakers of his time. But behind the camera lies a man haunted by personal demons, complex relationships, and a number of enemies scheming in the dark, threatening to destroy everything he's worked for. As the cameras roll, Alex’s journey unfolds through not just his own but also the eyes of those around him—actors, colleagues, and rivals—all drawn to his genius but questioning what lies beneath his unyielding drive. In a world where loyalty is rare and ambition is ruthless, Alex must balance his vision with the sacrifices required to achieve greatness. Filled with intrigue, passion, and the relentless pursuit of art, From Shadows to the Spotlight explores the price of genius and the cost of chasing an impossible dream. Will Alex’s obsession lead him to triumph, or will the shadows of his past and the enemies he had made along the way swallow him whole?
TheRamenLord · 662.8k Views

The General's Daughter: The Mission

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"
Azalea_Belrose · 267.5k Views