There was a breakout, worst than any pandemic, worse than anything mankind...or any kind had seen. The virus-at least what people often called it-Hamzak 101-had literally come out of nowhere, and served as the most dangerous plague ever to befall the world. It was so fatal that it claimed the lives of 92.5℅ of the world's population and in just under three months. Three months! However, the massive death toll of the humans didn't serve as the end of this incredibly lengthy book, but the beginning. While Hamzak 101 was so deadly that it ended its victims within twenty hours, it caused only a very slight fever to the witches and werewolves. Going without saying, it was very harmless to the vampires...and the demons. The struggle of the supernatural beings with most of the humans gone, serve as the major theme of the book.
She was running. Then it had occurred to her that she had been a very good runner, the best in her school and she never went to a girls only. One wouldn't be surprised if Anna told you she was very athletic, her long straight legs, her fit and flexible body, how vibrant her strides were, how assertive her stance was-these and more would easily convince anyone that chasing Anna Towadise was always going to be uphill. Still, she hoped it would be enough to outrun the herd of zombies that pursued her.
Not many witches would keep their calm if they were in Anna's shoes. Most witches would even get so uneasy if a dozen Undeads came at them. Funny enough, zombies weren't quick at all; a frightened five years old would outrun them even without being given a headstart. They were slow, very idiotic and weaker than the average human-yet they had succeeded in killing almost a third of Supernaturals, and almost all of humanity. Everyone feared the zombies, it didn't matter if you could bring fire from your mouth or your backside, it didn't matter if you have lived a thousand years and was strong enough to pass through a building made of solid concrete, or you could turn into a big wolf...everyone was perpetually terrified of the brain-munchers. Everyone but the demons.
She had gone too far from the haven. She and eleven other witches had gone deep into the city in search of supplies-food, clothes, drugs, just about anything. No matter how much they brought, it could never last beyond two weeks. That had had them always going into the city via different routes, in order to cover more ground. This time when they had gone out on their usual weekly hunt, being fed up with going out every weekend, they had decided to push fear aside and make their way into the city. They had collectively-the regular twelve people who always went for the food hunt-decided to move beyond the fear that the vampires and the demons ruled the main city. They had all agreed that it was high time they all stood strong and did good by the haven-even though the Queen-what the coven leader was called-was very much against anyone going beyond the places where the safety of their kind was more assured.
While they had all given each other quality pep talks, they hadn't had an idea of what the city held. At first, as they entered the city, it seemed doable. They had magic, after all, they weren't regular people who were in search of food. They felt like it would be difficult but they would get more food-may be more than their bags and bicycles' front baskets could hold. The first attack had been terrifying and had made Anna have a double mind. Close to two hundred zombies had ambushed them. Seeing their ugly savage faces in such a large number had made her so sick in the stomach that she had contemplated closing her eyes while burning the hell out of them. And there came the second ambush.
After the first attack which had been overwhelming but a success nonetheless, they had all become relaxed, it seemed like they could really pull this off. Ideas came from everyone and they all appeared to believe Anna's mother-the coven Queen-was just too scared of the other beings. And then they it had happened. Ostensibly, they had come nowhere but from everywhere. They couldn't think of fighting, all that was left to do was run. As expected, when the first set had come after them, others followed. Without being hyperbolic at all, Anna could beat her chest and say that at the very least, sixty thousand zombies came after them. That was sixty thousand relentless brain-munchers, no one cared if you could bring out fire from your hands or move things without touching them-if they had even waited one minute, they would dead bodies on the ground waiting to rise as dead beings. That was a fate worse than death.
She pushed her thoughts from her mind and ceased sprinting for a while. Where was she going to? She didn't know where she was but she knew she was still in the city, but had no clue on getting out and more importantly, getting home. She couldn't dare stay in the city for too long, they were many beings that could really hurt her. Then it occurred to her that she should try to communicate with fellow witches/wizards in the city, but that meant she had to find a place where she would sit quietly and meditate. She had done a little bit of a search before she saw a car that actually had a door. She tried to start it as the keys, surprisingly had been in the ignition hole. She laughed at herself as she tried to turn the key...and bam! The car started. The sputtering sound of the car's engine made her leap in surprise. It felt so unreal! How could this be actually happening, besides bicycles, there was no existing vehicle.
Were wheelbarrows vehicles? How about scooters? Anna wondered.
She, once again, abandoned her thoughts and tried contacting her friends. It was no good-they were either dead or very far from where she was. She prayed for the former. Tears poured down her face, if only they had listened and sought for any crap they could take as food, maybe they would have hopes of seeing the sun. She took a deep breath and tried again. There was no response, she tried again and again and again...
She came out of the car, wondering what she would do. She couldn't stay any longer, nobody was going to save her. She was alone this time, no team. And then she spotted an Undead, slowly making its way to her. Since it was far, she tried to look at it in the face. Most of the time she avoided looking at the faces of the zombies but this time she decided to. It was savage, ugly and quite scary too. It had some tattered clothes around its body, it was difficult to say what race it was but Anna guessed it had been caucasian. Also, it had been a woman before the Hamzak-101 had struck the world, though she hadn't any breast anymore-they seemed to have been severed-it was apparent it had a been a woman. It could have been someone's daughter, someone's wife, someone's best friend, or someone's lover. Anna didn't know who she had been but she knew the creature before she was a mockery of the person whose body was being controlled by the virus. With that in mind, she set the zombie ablaze and prayed she found peace.
She sank back into the car, and for some reason, had decided that it wasn't safe there. She didn't who owned the car-someone definitely did-but she couldn't leave the car. Cars were as rare as gold, whoever owned it, sure as hell, stole them too. So it was fair. She couldn't just drive and head nowhere, she had to think. She had to think of a way to go back to the Haven. It was the smart thing to do, it was what her mother would have wanted her to do-to think, to plan and then act with zeal.
At the back of her mind, she felt even that won't help now.
She then saw a building with a wrought iron fence, and was thoroughly fenced. It seemed untouched by the apocalypse, though weed had almost covered the whole lawn. She was, at first, sceptical about walking into such a compound-in fact, she had no business walking into the compound. She was in a car, an actual car, the only car she had seen in months was Mason's-her kid brother's toy car. But she wasn't thinking clearly, she couldn't leave the city and find her way back home if she didn't have a very good plan and that needed time. Clearly, staying in an old car during an apocalypse wasn't the smartest thing to do. So she pushed her childish fears away and headed towards the church compound-with the mysterious car key in her pocket.
Evelyn, a single mother who happens to be a very powerful witch, moves back to her hometown in the hope that things would become better for them, as they had struggled a lot as a family. Well, things changed a lot when she began to develop feelings for Damon, a werewolf...who was nine years younger than her. Her son, Lucas, who had never met his father found Woodhidge to be quite a different place as he began to learn more about himself. Also, he wasn't exactly a big fan of his mother's relationship with Damon...especially when someone else walked into Evelyn's life and threatened not only her newly found love life, but her relationship with her son too. Would their 'love' last? Read more to enjoy this story.
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
As far as everyone was concerned, William had married Renee under duress. Now that his one true love was back—and with child—they couldn’t wait for him to abandon Renee. Surprisingly, Renee was candid about the situation. "To be honest, I’m the one asking for a divorce every single day. I want it even more than any of you!" But they brushed off her remark as a paltry attempt to save face. Until William made a declaration himself. "Divorce is out of the question. Anyone who spreads false rumors shall face legal consequences!" Renee was at a loss. What was this crazy man up to now?