Why Does The Ring Turn You Into A Monster?

For thousands of years, the tale of the Lycan beast who lurked the forbidden forest had been told. Every five hundred years, six females were allegedly sacrificed from the wolf village to the beast and it was rumoured that their bodies were left to rot at the entrance of the forest for all to see. Many times, this tale was retold to scare the young wolves from venturing into the forest and keep them in check, because no one wanted to be a scapegoat in the hands of the unforgiving and murderous beast. Nola Reynolds has always been a headstrong fiery pure blood who has always believed there was no Lycan beast and all the tales about him were just made up myths and fairy tales, aimed at scaring the younger ones. Little does she know that one night was all it was going to take to change her life forever. Things take an unsettling turn for Nola when she, alongside five other girls, are chosen on the night of the full moon. She is faced with the most shocking revelation of her life standing before her, in flesh and blood— The Lycan Beast. Is it her fate to run away and free herself from the hands of the predator, or does she have to give in to her sweet, twisted story of beauty and the beast?

The richest man in the country, Sebastian Vance, has a ring custom-made to my exact measurements, worth billions of dollars, for the woman who will be his bride. In the first life, my stepsister, Mia Lowe, slips on the ring and marries him. Sebastian claws her face, shouting, "She's not the one!" In the second life, my other stepsister, Lorraine Lowe, loses 30 pounds before marrying him. He shoves her down the stairs anyway and says, "She's not the one either." In the third life, my stepmother, Vivian Cole, grits her teeth and slices off a piece of her own flesh just to force the ring onto her finger. Sebastian sneers and pushes her under the bathwater, holding her down until her body goes limp. By the fourth life, out of options and terrified, they finally send me. I slide the ring on, and it fits perfectly. My entire family lets out a sigh of relief. But the second Sebastian lays his eyes on me, he draws a knife and stabs me to death. "Why is it still not her? Where is she?" In the last life, he has his assistant, Owen Hayes, deliver a ring to us. All four of us insist that it won't fit. Owen shoots us a strange look. "Mr. Vance said the rightful owner of this ring is among you."

Her village burned. Her family died. Liora fled to Kraithan, thinking she had left the monsters behind—but one high-ranking vampire shows up in her apartment, wounded, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Weak but cunning, he carries secrets that could lead her to the creature who destroyed her home—or drag her into a darkness she has spent her life running from. To survive—and to strike back—Liora must confront what it truly means to become the monster. And in a city where vampires, werewolves, and humans collide, every choice could be deadly.

After I came back to life, the first thing I did was hand that five-carat diamond ring—yes, the one my husband gave me—to his mother. The very woman who spent years picking me apart like it was her favorite pastime. In my last life, that ring was a custom New Year's gift. He paid a ridiculous amount for it. I actually thought it meant something. One afternoon, I was out shopping when I walked right into a bridal party taking pictures. The bride glanced at my hand, saw the ring, and her entire expression changed. She stormed over and slapped me, accusing me of being a shameless mistress trying to steal her man. I stood there, completely stunned. She was wearing the exact same ring. Before I could explain, her friends grabbed me. They dragged me aside, tore my clothes, hit me, and stomped on my hand until I couldn't move my fingers. They carved the word "mistress" into my face and paraded me through the street like some kind of public disgrace. I died there on the pavement. When my husband finally appeared, he didn't fight for me. He just signed off on a settlement, as if my life were nothing more than a piece of paperwork. Widowed that morning, married to the bride by nightfall. His mother instantly welcomed the new woman, all because she was pregnant. And then I opened my eyes again… back on the very day he first placed that diamond ring in my hand.

Kiera was called a cursed child from the day she was born. She was wolfless, unwanted and despised for being weak. All Kiera ever wanted was to be loved, so when the handsome Alpha Rafael chose her as his wife, she believed her nightmare was finally over. But by a cruel twist of fate she walked into her husband’s office one night and discovered him having sex with her own sister, laughing about how they had manipulated her into signing away her pack, her inheritance, and her entire future. Broken and betrayed, Kiera ran straight into the arms of a far more dangerous monster. Alistair, the ruthless Lycan King. He was a man feared for murdering his lovers, a man obsessed with power, darkness, and secrets. And a man who offered her a terrifying deal: become his submissive sex toy and he would help her destroy everyone who betrayed her. And with no other option, Kiera agrees. But in Alistair’s palace, passion becomes deadly, enemies hide behind masks, and Kiera soon discovers a horrifying truth—she was never brought there to be loved. She was brought there to die. Now trapped between a cheating husband who wants her back, a possessive king who refuses to let her go, and a twisted prophecy soaked in blood and betrayal, Kiera must decide what kind of woman she will become. The broken girl everyone pitied. Or the queen they will fear. Because if in this world, only monsters have power… Then Kiera is ready to become the biggest monster of all.

I opened my eyes to a sharp sting in my arm. Pushing up my sleeve, I froze. A dense line of jagged letters had been carved into the skin of my right forearm: [This house has monsters! Every time I'm killed, I'm thrown into a loop and lose all my memories. With each death, I mark my hand.] Beneath the warning, three crooked tally marks were etched deep into my arm.