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Love at World's End

[World's End: 02:23:59:53] Lauren Whittaker thought she had enough to deal with: a ruthless stepfamily, a neglectful father, and a life of endless work. But when a mysterious countdown virus appears on her phone, ticking toward what seems like the end of the world, things go from bad to apocalyptic. As society crumbles and terrifying monsters emerge, it seems no one is safe. Not even the military can hold back the tide of destruction. Just when Lauren thinks it can't get any worse, a blood-soaked stranger appears before her, speaking a language she doesn't understand. But there's one problem. She's seen him before... in her dreams. Kylar's pack has only one route for survival: to escape their dying world, as prophecy foretold. There's only one problem... Their ancient prophet has passed. In the new world, they enter into unfolding chaos. Monsters pour in from their world and others. It's a fight to survive, but there's hope. This new world is a land of abundant resources. He just needs to find their new prophet, and they can all survive. But when he does, everything's wrong. For one, she isn't Lycan. She's human. And he's inexplicably drawn to her, wanting to claim her for his own. Chaos is unfolding. Bodies line the streets. Lauren's fight for survival becomes a battle against fate itself. What secrets do her dreams hold, and why does this man want to keep her for his own...? DECEMBER 2024 NOTE-- Author has a broken hand and updates are slower than normal. Deepest apologies. Trying to get updates more normalized again!! -- This book contains: Dark themes, death, smut. (All hail the smut.) -- NOTICE: Mass release November 1!

Lenaleia · Fantasia
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45 Chs

Kylar: Human Technology

KYLAR

Every step we take is bathed in the blood of our enemies, and we move forward without hindrance, strengthened by the aether of this world.

The forest in this strange land of metal structures is impossibly small, not enough to house a pack. But it gives us a place to regroup, and it smells of life.

The damp earth, rich and cool in a world that's on fire.

Trees. Green trees that bleed sap from fresh wounds, full of vitality and standing tall against the sky.

Bushes that scratch at our skin. Insects. Even the telltale rustling of squirrels, seeking to escape worldly terror as they push deeper into the shadows, higher into the branches over our head, blocking out the slowly lightening sky.

The sky is beautiful, too, even with the monstrous rifts within it. Indigo fades to an orange haze as the sun rises. There is no oppressive heat here. The air is not dry, leaving our mouths parched.

Life.