Karlach Commander Deck Novels & Stories

In a world where the moon shattered and the strong devoured the weak, Neoma Solstice is nothing. A scentless Null. A ghost. A mistake. Until the day she saves a dying Lycan warrior with a touch, and her secret is revealed: she's Void-Born, the rarest mutation in existence. The same power that makes her invisible makes her invaluable—a living weapon that can cure the incurable Feral Rot plaguing the Lycan Ascendancy. Captured and collared, Neoma is forced to serve as "Tether" to Unit Vanguard: four elite soldiers on the brink of madness. Barzil, the ruthless Commander who sees her as a mission. Wolfy, the cold Tactician who sees her as a puzzle. Viggo, the feral Berserker who sees her as salvation. Guller, the fallen Priest who sees her as redemption. They own her contract. They control her life. They swear she's just a tool. But tools don't make their masters kneel. As Neoma's power grows, so does the threat she poses to the regime that enslaved her. When the prophesied Blood Moon rises, she'll have to choose: remain the Ascendancy's battery, or become the Void that devours them whole. Some bonds are forged in blood. Some in magic. Theirs was forged in desperation—and it might be the only thing strong enough to save a dying world. The Obsidian Covenant is a dark dystopian reverse harem romance featuring a morally gray FMC, four obsessive MLs, found family dynamics, enemies-to-lovers, rejected mate redemption, and a slow-burn that explodes into high heat. Perfect for fans of The Cruel Prince meets Den of Vipers in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. No choosing. No apologies. No mercy.

To Marry a Monster: Book 2 " My fiancé left me humiliated at the altar. So I walked next door and married the most dangerous predator in the city. I wanted the alliance. I practically begged for it to save the Whitmore bloodline from extinction. But when I stood in the Moonveil Grand Hall ready to bind my life to Ronan Blackwell, he did the unthinkable—he jilted me in front of the entire elite wolf society, leaving my family completely defenseless. With our enemies already closing in on our borders, I had exactly one move left. I marched straight into the Silverfang Ceremony Chamber next door. Inside, Lucien Afolayan—the ruthless head of the Afolayan Dominion—was standing at the altar alone, his own noble bride having just vanished into the night. I offered him a cold, desperate transaction: take me instead. Lucien didn't marry me out of love; he needed an elite vanguard commander, and I needed an executioner's army. But now that we're bound by blood and mafia law, the dynamics in his citadel are turning lethal. His dark, possessive touch is waking up a feral hunger I wasn't prepared for, and his amber eyes demand far more than a political contract. Now, the borders are fracturing under a silver-rot infection, a phantom stalker is hunting my scent, and Ronan Blackwell is suddenly realizing exactly what he threw away. My ex-fiancé wants me back, but Lucien has already tasted my skin. And an Alpha King never gives up his property alive."

"Mate!" He growled, grabbing her by the waist as he leaned in to sniff her neck. Her mouth hung open in shock and her eyes bulged as he swiftly dodged a spear sent their way, carrying her along with him, his nose still on her neck. Who was this stranger? And how could he cling onto her this way in the middle of a battle? Wasn't he afraid of death? On the clanging of the iron spear against the floor, her eyes went even wider as the red veins in them began to get visible. Wait a minute! She raised her right knee into his groin just then and he let out a loud groan before letting go of her. On seeing his face, an angry snarl formed on her lips and she drew her gun, disgust filling up her entire being. This was the face of their worst enemy, the face of the man she was meant to kill, the face of a known lunatic. How dare he cling unto her that way with his wet snot on her neck? "Mate?" He moaned softly as he put his hands up in the air, his piercing eyes never leaving her face. Mate? Was he out of his ducking mind? Was he ... like possessed by an animal spirit or something? 'Shoot on sight.' The words of her commander rang in her ears, startling her. ***** He is the all powerful Alpha of the wolves, dangerous, bloodthirsty and the archenemy of the humans but what happens when the moon goodness curses his fate by mating him to a human? Would he lose his infamous reputation for her sake or go through eternal suffering by letting her go?

📖 Full Synopsis (Professional, 30-Chapter Summary) In a realm where the abyss bleeds whispers into men’s hearts, Aria, a gifted warrior bound to light, finds herself tethered to Lucien, a man scarred by an ancient mark. Their alliance begins in unease but quickly deepens into fragile trust, even as shadows stir within him. As armies clash and kingdoms fracture, Rowan, the enigmatic elder, and Kael, a fierce commander, fight to keep their ranks united. Yet Lucien’s mark grows restless, seeding betrayal, suspicion, and fear. Aria stands at his side, convinced that his humanity can be preserved, while others believe the abyss has already claimed him. The march to war spirals. Battles scar the land, alliances fray, and Lucien’s struggle becomes the fulcrum of fate. In the Breaking Storm, shadow and flame engulf the battlefield. Lucien teeters on the edge of becoming a weapon of the abyss. Aria refuses to yield, her voice anchoring him even as his blade rises against her. Kael’s blood is spilled in defiance, Rowan binds the storm in desperate runes, and Aria steps into the abyss itself, whispering her vow. In the climax, Lucien shatters his own blade, breaking free from the darkness—but not without scars. The storm collapses, leaving silence in its wake. In the aftermath, enemies bury their dead side by side. Kael rebuilds broken ranks, Rowan warns that the abyss never releases its scars, and Aria tends to Lucien’s healing—both body and soul. Though the mark lingers faintly beneath his skin, her vow holds stronger: never again will the abyss take him. The book closes on dawn: the storm passed, the stars returned, and two hands held fast against the dark.

I was born a death sentence. ​A thousand-year-old prophecy whispered of the Key Wolf—a royal child destined to either evolve our species or lead us to extinction. My father, the High Alpha, waited for a savior. He waited for a son, a King, a warrior. ​He didn't wait for me. ​To my father, I wasn't a miracle; I was a glitch in the bloodline. A girl. A mistake. Cast out into the frozen wilderness to die before I could even howl, I was forgotten by the world that should have been my birthright. ​I grew up human. I grew up soft. Or so I thought. ​Now, the wolf inside me is screaming to be let out. My blood is catching fire, and the entire supernatural world has smelled the smoke. ​The Black Wolves want my heart on a silver platter. The White Wolves want to lock me in a gilded cage to "preserve the balance." And the Hunters? They just want me dead. ​Then there’s him. ​The lethal commander sent to hunt me down and bring me to my knees. He is the shadow in my nightmares and the heat in my veins. Every instinct tells me to run—but my soul recognizes him. ​He thinks he’s my captor. He doesn’t realize he’s my Mate. ​They misread the prophecy. They rejected the Key. But now I’m awakening… and I’m not coming back to save their world. I’m coming back to change it forever. ​Will I choose revenge… or become the balance they fear? When the one bound to my soul breaks my heart, can I still trust what I feel? ​If the world that abandoned me falls to its knees, will I save it… or let it burn?

James Wesley has hated me for a decade after his childhood sweetheart passed away. He requests to be transferred to the frontier the day after we get married. I write him countless letters in those ten years to win back his favor, but his response is always the same. "If you truly regret it, why don't you hurry up and die?" However, after I am abducted, James storms the bandit's hideout by himself and saves me. He suffers multiple bullet wounds, but before he succumbs to his injuries, he uses the last of his strength to slap my hands away. "The thing I regret the most… in this life… is marrying you. If we get a second chance at life… please… don't bother me anymore." His mother, Felicia Axford, sounds regretful during the funeral. "It's all my fault, James. I shouldn't have forced you to marry her…" His father, Jeremiah Wesley, stares at me, his eyes burning with contempt. "You forced Emily to take her own life, and now you also caused my son's death. You're nothing but trouble, so you should just die!" Even Xavier Bowen, our troop commander, who was responsible for facilitating our marriage in the first place, shakes his head and sighs. "I shouldn't have played matchmaker. I let you down, Mr. Wesley." Everyone feels sympathetic toward James, including me. On the night I am discharged from the troop, I swallow some pesticide and die in the middle of an abandoned field. When I open my eyes again, I realize I have returned to the day before my marriage. This time, I am determined to fulfill everyone's wishes.

My husband, an Army regimental commander, was killed in action. Before his body was even cold, I didn't hesitate. I filed for his death certificate and notified the Army, the Social Security Administration, and our bank. Then, three days later—on the very day his twin brother married his childhood sweetheart—I moved out, changed the locks, and remarried quietly at the courthouse, taking my son and the full line-of-duty death benefits with me. To everyone else, I was heartless. Cold. I let them curse me. I just looked into my “brother-in-law's” bloodshot eyes and felt a quiet, cruel satisfaction. Only I knew the truth. In my last life, I discovered the body sent home wasn't my husband's at all—it was his identical twin brother's. I ran to confront him, but by chance I overheard him and my mother-in-law whispering. "Mom, Sarah is strong. And we have our son. She'll be okay. The benefits will take care of her. But Amy has waited for my brother all these years. If she finds out he's dead, she might do something drastic." Their words struck me like lightning. I tried to expose them, but my husband knocked me out. He told everyone grief had driven me insane. He locked me in the garage apartment and, with cold detachment, married his sweetheart. And when that woman complained my son was too loud, my husband slipped sleeping pills into our boy's juice—right as my crying child was coming to look for me. My son never woke up. The day they buried him hastily, I ended my life in the garage, utterly broken. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day they delivered my brother-in-law's body to our home.

“Where should I place it, my lord?” I asked quickly.” Then he stepped out of the water. Naked. My breath left my body. My legs went weak. He wrapped his towel around his waist, and looked at me calmly. “Why are you shaking?” he asked. “Never seen a naked man before?” I had, but never like this. His body was... stunning. Muscles sculpted, skin smooth, a sight to behold. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Norah of Blackwood was meant to be the seventh wife to a monstrous King. But she didn't just say no, she insulted the Almighty King in front of his entire court, choosing a beggar’s life over his rotting bed. Infuriated by her public defiance, the Alpha King didn't just exile her, he sent assassins to bring back her head in a silent kill. Now, Norah is a ghost. Disguised as a boy named Asher, she has fled to the Great Wall, a brutal fortress of demon hunters where women are strictly forbidden. Discovery means death, but the real danger isn't the King’s blades, it’s the man in charge. Lord Draven is a lethal commander with mismatched eyes and a presence that sets Norah’s blood on fire. In this world of men, Norah is fighting a losing battle against her own body. Every look from Draven triggers a sexual heat she can’t explain and an obsession that threatens to shatter her cover. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Norah finds herself trapped in Draven’s private chambers, intoxicated by wine and a hunger that defies her disguise. Between wine-stained lips and a forbidden touch, she is playing a lethal game: Keep her identity hidden, or succumb to the Alpha who wants to claim every inch of the woman he hasn't realized is there.

After five years in a marriage without intimacy, I finally called my wife, Suzanna Jones, the youngest commander in the military, and asked her to spend the night with me. Five hundred and twenty times. That was how many times we had been interrupted over the years. Every time we came close to being together, an urgent call from her widowed brother‑in‑law, Eric Gibson, pulled her away before anything could happen. Then, on our wedding anniversary, Suzanna promised she would finally give me the perfect wedding night we never had. I held her by the waist and was about to cross the final line between us when Eric’s ringtone shattered the moment. “Suzanna… I was injured in an explosion down there. What if I am crippled for life…?” Panic filled her face. She pushed me aside and rushed for the door. I grabbed her wrist and tried to stop her. “Send him to the military hospital first.” She turned on me with anger and slapped me across the face. “Shane! Eric is seriously hurt! How can you be this heartless?” She pulled on her dress and ran out. When I caught up with her, the sight in front of me stopped me cold. The woman who once promised to give me her first night was wrapped around Eric in a position far more intimate than anything she had ever shared with me. When I asked for an explanation, she looked calm and unbothered. “Eric is in critical condition. Was I supposed to stand there and do nothing? It is not that important. If it bothers you that much, I can fix it later.” Something inside me went numb. For five years, I had been the only one trying to hold our marriage together. At that moment, I realized I was exhausted from fighting for something that had ended long ago.

I've been engaged to my boyfriend, Evan Shaw, for five years. He's a military commander, which is probably why he has delayed our wedding 56 times so far. The first delay has occurred because one of his female soldiers, Chloe Brooks, has gotten injured. Evan needs to rush back to the military camp due to the incident, which causes the wedding to be delayed. The second delay has occurred because Chloe has received a promotion. After sending me to the church's entrance, Evan quickly leaves with the celebratory gifts. … The 56th delay has occurred halfway throughout the ceremony. Apparently, Chloe has called Evans on the phone and crying about her break-up. Of course, Evan gets ready to ditch me at the altar without hesitation. I've begged him to not leave me, only for him to remove my hand coldly. "We can always delay the wedding. The thing is, Chloe wants to jump off a building right now because she's gotten her heart broken. How could you ever compare the importance of your wedding to the life of a nation's pride?" Evan has told me before that if I want to become a military wife, I need to have a higher endurance limit than others. I need to get used to the fact that he prioritizes others before me. But I've never even had a proper wedding of my own. How can I be considered a military wife just yet? So, I submit an application that makes me a covert operative that needs to be transferred back into the government's ranks. But after I've left, Evan breaks down in tears. With the wedding ring in hand, he tries to make it up to me by promising to complete the unfinished wedding ceremony with me.