Lenaleia

[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!!


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This book contains: Dark themes, death, smut. (All hail the smut.)

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NOTICE: Mass release November 1!

Love at World's End

Fun update: Hand is broken. Updates will be sporadic! Apologies!

Broken Hand!

There's a pull in my soul, an insistent whisper urging me eastward. I signal the pack with a low growl, and we move as one through this strange human city.

Nira falls into step beside me. "The swarms have thinned," she observes, her voice low. "They're staking claims."

I nod, feeling the truth of her words. The initial chaos has settled; several rifts have disappeared, leaving only a few in the skies. "Agreed. We must be cautious. Everything is looking for territory."

A flicker of movement catches my eye. Humans, scurrying like vermin between the hulking structures of metal and stone. Their fear-scent is pungent, almost overwhelming.

"Look," Zane, one of our younger pack members, growls. "They cower in those strange contraptions."

Kylar: The Pull