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#R18
#MAGIC
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#SURVIVAL
#WEREWOLF
#APOCALYPSE
#FATEDLOVE
#FASTPACED
#ABUSEDFL

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
#R18
#MAGIC
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#SURVIVAL
#WEREWOLF
#APOCALYPSE
#FATEDLOVE
#FASTPACED
#ABUSEDFL
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Lauren: No!

The strange man moves forward, his eyes locked on mine.

There are others with him. Several others. They're all as wild-looking as he is, and they're looking around the room with curiosity. Blood drips off them, and the strange ichor from the ant-like monsters. Several have scars on their faces. None of them seem to be properly dressed from the cold, wearing what would look appropriate for—I don't know. A fantasy movie, maybe.

My skin crawls, even as my eyes are drawn back to the man who saved us. The one walking slowly toward me.

"Lauren!" Marian shrieks. This man for some reason scares her even more than the monsters littering our floor. Maybe it's because the idea of a humanoid monster is even worse than seeing ones resembling insects and strange animals. "Do something! Throw something at him!"

My body seems to move without my knowledge; I reach for something, even as all three of them huddle behind me. Like I'm their human shield.