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#FATEDLOVE
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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...? -- [NOTICE: JANUARY 2024] LAWE will be paused until later in 2025, in order to give the author time to work on her WSA competition entry and allow her hand and wrist to heal further before putting it through the stress of too many daily updates of books. -- This book contains: Dark themes, death, smut. (All hail the smut.)

Lenaleia · Fantasia
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45 Chs
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#MAGIC
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#SURVIVAL
#WEREWOLF
#APOCALYPSE
#FATEDLOVE
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#ABUSEDFL
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Kylar: Waiting For Sunset

KYLAR

I watch the miserable human female stumble through the darkness, her sobs carrying across the empty streets.

Such weakness.

The humans have thrown her out, but I have no curiosity over why. For such weak creatures to throw out one of their own, she must be an undesirable pack member.

Sometimes you have to cut off the cancer before it grows.

"The swarms move strangely tonight," Koros says, crouching beside me on our perch above the human shelter. "Like they're drawn to something. Should we really leave that one to die?"

"Yes." My tattoos shift restlessly against my skin, responding to the pull that grows stronger with each passing hour. The Prophet is here, somewhere in that building of metal and stone. So close I can almost taste their power.

"She could draw unwanted attention," Koros presses. "The creatures—"