What Are The Werebear'S Powers And Weaknesses?

“Please, do not do this” I begged of my mate. He simply smirked at me, “I, Maxwell Sampson reject you, Marly Bent” Omega Marly Bent has been abused by her family and pack. She finds her mate, and hopes that being an Alpha, he will rescue her from her painful life. When he brutally rejects her for her sister, she is left with nothing. Marly wants to escape, but fate intervenes, and Marly fears what will happen next. Can her second chance mate see what is inside of Marly, or will she suffer a second, fatal rejection?

Elara Stormheart only wanted her freedom. She never wanted a mate, especially not one like Lucien Reed. He was cold, ruthless, and impossible to break. But when fate binds them together and Elara becomes his Luna, everything changes. She quickly becomes the one thing he would burn the world down to protect.

When Lola gets the chance to participate in an experiment to win a million dollars she does not hesitate. All she has to do is insert herself with werewolf DNA and find out if werewolves still exist. Sound like a piece of cake right? In reality, she ends up in the middle of a mate hunt and gets claimed by Noah grey. The ruthless alpha of the Grey Oak pack. Lola has no intention of finding a mate and certainly doesn't let a man tell her what to do. But as she slowly gets accustomed to the werewolf ways, she discovers some dirty secrets hidden. She realizes that even for creatures from legends not everything is always as it seems.

She is cruel, she is ruthless; She is the wereheretic! She has been abused and tormented by her friends and foes alike but now she is back with infinite powers. She is back to make them pay for every drop of tear she has shed; to avenge every drop of blood she has spilled. She is here to make the werewolves, witches and vampires tremble in fear!

Ethan is one of the least you could ever imagine was a full blooded werewolf. A clumsy ass, a nerd, a wimp, all about a loser, with many health problems. Also an orphan. He was never the bold type rather he was very shy and tends to play dumb. But what happens when he found his grandfather dead in house, heart ripped off? With pain and grief he tries to fight through, but he is struck down when he is been told the real truth about his origin, like it wasn't hard enough, he comes to know a lot more than he can take, crossing over to the werewolf world were he is forced to be an omega and rejected cause he was seen as weak. How ever all the werewolf race are endanger with the prophecy pending, the hero was already been prepared right from birth, at least the person the thought was their hero. But little did they know the moon goddess had her eyes on someone else, someone least expected. A nobody.But cause of some traumatic experience will the chosen one ever conquer his fear and finally let his werewolf speak or would betrayal and abuse quench the only hope of goddess Luna? or will another hero be chosen for the ultimate battle of the prophecy? only you can find out now! warnings. contain sexual assault, abuse of minor, disturbing scenes. for only those who are strong enough to go through that adventure! through pain and victory.

The Moon Goddess offered me her protection. If I died, I'd get one chance to be reborn through the werewolf trials. I was born with "sensory impairment." I wasn't an Omega, but I couldn't shift into a wolf. I couldn't see or sense wolves in their lupine forms or their power. When I appeared alongside ninety-nine other trial candidates in an ancient rainforest shrouded in thick fog and darkness, everyone assumed I wouldn't make it past the first day. But here I was, in the terrifying rainforest nests, treating a ghostly wolf pup, drowned for its unusual coat color, as my own little cub. And, I flirted with a bloodthirsty vampire spirit who took pleasure in killing, treating him like a lover. I even befriended the evil twin Hexenbiest, treating them like sisters. The first time we met, I reached out and ran my hand over the vampire's abs. "Nice body," I commented, "just a bit on the short side." He let out a humorless laugh, reattached the head he'd been holding to his neck, and gripped my chin. "I'm six-foot-five," he said. "Want to take another look?"