

Six months ago, I was accidentally poisoned by wolfsbane. The poison is deadly, and my days are numbered. My body gradually weakens. Today, my wolf is completely gone, and I have three days left to live. On the last day before I draw my final breath, I agree to donate my kidney to my sister. Thrilled, my mate swears that he'll make it up to me someday. My sister is being swamped with insults on the college forum after she was caught plagiarizing my Belladonna thesis. But I come forward and claim that I'm the one who plagiarized it. Mom and Dad are pleased, saying I've finally become mature. At last, I've become the perfect mate and daughter in their eyes. But why are they crying after my body has turned cold and lifeless?

For five years, Karin endured unbearable pain after her husband Damon’s “death”. But he faked it to sleep with his sister-in-law. Karin claws off her mate mark and binds her soul to Watson, the Black Wolf War God. Disgraced and abandoned, Damon spends his remaining days in a wheelchair, doomed by the Moon Goddess while Karin thrives.

Ten-year-old Louie Barton tumbles into a world of deadly supernatural set in a hospital and accidentally activates Anomaly Kin-Binder System, a power that does exactly one thing: find his relatives. Turns out they are everywhere. The terrifying S-rank head nurse? His aunt.The Crimson Wraith haunting the corridors? Family.The Copper Coffin Bride? Related. The Gloom Sovereign who rules the underworld? Also his kin. While other players tremble and fall, Louie strolls through the most feared dungeons in existence with an ever-growing roster of monstrous relatives clearing the path ahead.Two worlds, countless horrors, one ten-year-old with the most dangerous family reunion in history.

"""Transfer my mate bond to Catherine,"" I told the Moon Goddess. ""He'll never have to look at me again."" Everyone in Windvale Pack knew I was Oscar's fated mate. The prophecy said he had to bond with me, or the pack would fall. So he did, and he hated me for ten years. Then a riot broke out. He threw himself in front of me and took eighteen blades. With his last breath, he said, ""If only my fated mate hadn't been you."" The Moon Goddess sent me back to the night before our marking ceremony. This time, I wrote Catherine's name on the application. I gave up my healing to break our bond. I gave blood until I collapsed to save the woman he loved. Then I left for Cero City without saying goodbye. He tore up the application. He defied his father, his pack, and the prophecy, then came after me with red eyes. ""Who said you could give me away?"" But he had already died for me once. This time, I would rather lose him than watch him bleed for me again."

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

Connor Yale summons a Radiant Dragon, while his stepbrother awakens a weak Skeleton Goblin. Yet their parents force them to swap summons. Humiliated and enraged, Connor awakens a powerful system. What should have ruined him instead becomes his rise. The Skeleton Goblin evolves into a formidable being.From that moment on, Connor rises on an unstoppable path, crushing everything in his way.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

While my pup was asleep, my niece Raven Blackwood and her friends carried him up to the second floor of the longhouse and threw him out the window.My baby died right in front of me.I lost my mind. Because my niece was still a minor under pack law, she barely faced any consequences.My mate, Damien Blackwood, and the Luna, Margaret Bailey, only snarled at me."Raven is just a pup too! ”I never got my revenge.That winter, I died of a broken heart.When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the Moon Gathering.This time, I immediately called my birth pack and sent my son away.When I stepped into the Luna's courtyard again, a sickening crack exploded beside me.A baby, wrapped tightly in a swaddle, slammed onto the frozen stone courtyard below the longhouse.On the second floor, my niece shot me a smirk.“That filthy little mongrel is finally dead, teehee~”I stood frozen.I had just handed my son over to my birth pack.Who was the tiny body lying in the courtyard?

Nova, a spirited young figure skater with an old injury, returns to the ice determined to fight her way through relentless bullying. But the real battle awaits at home, where her two fiercely overprotective stepsisters are locked in a tug-of-war for her heart and soul: Octavia, the cold-blooded, no-nonsense coach, and Lorelei, the sweet yet dangerously calculating commentator.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.