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The Dragon Lord looked at me like I was the beginning of the end.

Maybe I was.

Two years ago, I fell in love with a traveler who spoke about dragons like they were stars instead of monsters. He listened to me. Laughed with me. Kissed me like I was something worth choosing in a broken world.

Then he vanished before sunrise.

He left me alone in Black Hollow with nothing but memories and a daughter carrying impossible fire in her veins.

Now ancient magic has chained me to the most feared ruler in the skies, and I realize the cruel truth:

The man I loved was never human at all.

Adrian Volkov. Dragon Lord of Varekh. Immortal king. Destroyer of kingdoms. The monster humans whisper about underground.

And worst of all?

He does not remember me.

Not the bakery.
Not the lantern festival.
Not the night he promised me the stars with his hands tangled in my hair.

Nothing.

But I remember everything.

Now dragons call my daughter an abomination. Humans call me a traitor. Kingdoms prepare for war while an ancient prophecy declares that my child will either save the world… or destroy it completely.

And the only man powerful enough to protect us is the same man who once abandoned me without looking back.

Because fate may have chosen me as the Dragon Lord’s mate but love was never the dangerous part.

Our daughter is.

What could King Ikyn, the Taker of Life, the Dragon King himself, possibly want with Princess Eira? Is she just his bride or is she something more?


Glowing red eyes sit low within Ikyn's scaled, angular skull, giving him a rather intimidating look; nearly perfectly matching his human body. Several small gold horns sit atop his head, just above his thick, curved ears. Small fan-like skin and bone structures runs down each side of his jaw. His nose is long and has two tiny, warped nostrils and small onyx growths on his chin. Several rows of sharp teeth poke out from the side of his mouth.
'Is he... Smirking? At me?' Eira admires his long neck and studies his massive body. His skin is covered in wide, shining black scales. A row of onyx protrusions run down his spine. His belly is covered in shimmering gold skin, matching his horns and thorny claws. His monstrous bat-like wings grow slowly from his shoulders. A thin layer of gold skin is all that's visible inside and long onyx growths extend from many parts of the bottom sides of each wing.
Eira is too entranced to notice Ikyn sneak his tail around her small frame. She touches the thick, wide, shining black scales, finding it smooth and surprisingly cold. She flinches when she realizes the sharp gold tip of his tail is playfully sliding across her neck.

Hidden all her life in the slums of Emberveil, Aerith has one rule: never let the dragons see her eyes. Fae are extinct, hunted, burned, and erased from the kingdom. Or so everyone believes. But on the night of her eighteenth birthday, when her forbidden magic stirs awake and her grandmother falls deathly ill, Aerith breaks the one rule meant to keep her safe. She enters the royal dragon pharmacy… and collides with a werewolf princess who drags her straight to the dungeon. There, in the deepest shadows of the palace, the youngest dragon prince sees her glowing eyes and instantly knows what she is. A fae. A secret the entire kingdom would kill for. What would be her fate? Another dead Fae? Or the Last Dragon's Fae Queen?

“Prince? Dickhead? Asshole? Or stalker?” A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Maybe I should show you the one title I want you to use.” Before I could react, his hand closed around my chin, tilting my face up. His lips crashed into mine, hard, claiming, breath-stealing. When he finally pulled back, his voice was a rough whisper against my lips. “You could call me yours… because you are mine.”

Once, Iola flew with a dragon. If she can become ambassadress to the dragons' realm, she might fly again, but first she must navigate life as an ordinary priestess. She’s wholly devoted to the dragons, but some of her fellow priestesses are dragon-blind and corrupt. Worse, they think that Iola’s devotions are actually just a sign of greed. The ambassadress returns from the dragons’ realm, too sick to fly again. Iola might have a chance to take her place, but her rival, Tiagasa, was raised in a prince's palace. Tiagasa thrives on political intrigue and gossip, and her lover is about to become governor of the city. Iola’s few friends and allies aren't much more savvy than she is. Still, they hope to persuade the new governor to make Iola ambassadress so that the temple cam be a true sanctuary of the dragons for a few years more.

The dragon flying over Tiadun bay is the only thing that Darna loves in the provinces, and she’s also the only person she knows of who can see it. There’s nothing else she likes about life at Tiadun keep. When she learns that she might be the daughter of the prince, she’s afraid she’ll be trapped there forever so she flees to the city of Anamat. In the city, there will be others who can see the dragons, or so the minstrels say. Along the way, she meets Myril, an older girl with frequent premonitions and an eerie sense of hearing. At the walls, they find Iola, so dragon-struck that she wants to be a priestess, and Thorat, her devoted champion. Despite these newfound friends, life in the city isn’t easy. Darna scavenges for scraps and just about gets by, but when she's offered a sack of gold beads for a small bit of thieving, she takes her chances... and ends up angering the city’s patron dragon.

The kidnapper's boot sent the briefcase flying. Thirty million in cash scattered across the floor.
He pointed at me, then at the unconscious Camilla. "Not enough money. So you pick one to take home. The other stays."
Lorenzo stood among the bills, his face drained of color.
"I'm sorry. Camilla has a heart condition—she won't make it through the night here." He wouldn't meet my eyes. "You've always been the strong one. Once I get her to the hospital and pull together the rest of the ransom, I swear I'll come back for you."
The next second, Lorenzo gathered Camilla in his arms and walked out without a backward glance. The heavy iron door slammed shut with a boom that echoed through the space.
In the cavernous abandoned factory, it was just me and five thugs with brutal faces.
The leader dragged the flat of his blade across my cheek, his eyes dark with sick intent. "Well, well. Looks like your rich boyfriend just chose her over you. But hey, don't feel too bad, sweetheart—we're gonna keep you company."
Watching the twisted hunger in their eyes, I didn't scream or beg. I just glanced at the locked door. "Lorenzo's gone, right? Far enough away?"
"That p**y's probably halfway across the county by now." The leader grinned, reaching for my collar.
"Good." I let out a breath.
Snap.
The zip tie around my wrists gave way like thread. A massive shadow swallowed him whole.
In less than two seconds, a dragon nearly sixty feet long filled every inch of space.
I lowered my massive head, molten slitted eyes locked on the five frozen insects below.
Then I opened my fang-lined jaws and snapped them up one by one.

When Lena Vale's father dies, he leaves behind nothing but debt — and not the kind any solicitor can settle.
Bound by an ancient blood contract she never signed, Lena is given seven days to present herself at Ashveil Manor, deep in the shadow realm of Veth, and give one year of her life in service to Lord Dorian Ashveil — the most feared vampire in a world she didn't know existed. She arrives under protest. The estate, apparently, listens.
Dorian is nothing like what she expected. He is cold, yes — centuries old, commanding, and devastatingly careful with everything he allows himself to feel. But he is also unexpectedly honest. And he stands when she enters a room, every single time, as if she is worth the gesture.
Lena tells herself it means nothing.
She is wrong.
As the months pass inside Veth's eternal dusk, the line between captive and chosen begins to blur. But darker forces are closing in — a rival clan with a weapon that runs on Lena's blood, a secret her father sold that could destroy everything, and a choice that no contract can make for her.
She came to Veth to pay a debt.
She may stay for something far more dangerous.
Crimson Vow is a slow-burn vampire romantic fantasy for readers who like their heroines fierce, their heroes worth the wait, and their love stories earned one impossible moment at a time.

Ten years ago, my parents sent me to the military. After countless battles, I became the country's youngest marshal. When I returned from retirement, I discovered that my parents had been brutally murdered — their heads cut off and taken as trophies.
Overnight, I summoned all my forces. Anyone who dares to harm my family will pay with their lives.

When the ocean begins to decay, a siren princess is forced to leave the depths and seek salvation from the very predators who once hunted her kind. The nocturnal empire thrives on sea-blood to sustain their immortality, and instead of diplomacy, she finds herself captured—her voice coveted as a weapon capable of enslaving even the undead. Assigned to guard her is a vampire lord untouched by her deadly song, a mystery that draws her closer to him despite the danger. But as the tides creep onto land and corpses surface along the shorelines, she uncovers a devastating truth: the curse poisoning her kingdom is tied to her own power—and to the vampire whose existence may be the only thing keeping her world from collapsing.

If her voice can save her people but destroy the world above, will she choose her kingdom… or the one heart she was never meant to claim?

“Please, Ash,” she begged, and it undid me. I sucked her clit slowly, while two fingers slid deep inside her. She clenched hard, already close. Bram groaned from above, one hand tangled in her hair as she took his cock into her mouth like she was born to do it.


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They saved her. But Raelith’s mark still lingers.

After being rescued from the Blood Goddess’s cage, Elowen is home. Surrounded by her mates and the growing kingdom they are building, she should feel safe. Instead, her nights are filled with dreams of a broken girl in chains. A stranger she doesn’t know, but whose pain feels carved into her very soul.

Raelith’s corruption still stains Elowen's spirit, whispering in the dark corners of her mind. And with every passing day, Raelith claws closer to unleashing an ancient chaos entity that could destroy not just Elowen, but every realm.

Together with her five fated mates, the dryads who have pledged their loyalty, and the gods themselves, Elowen must learn to fight back, not only against Raelith, but against the shadows gnawing inside her. Bonds must be strengthened. Magic must be mastered. Trust must be earned. Because this war will not be won by power alone.

It will take healing. Connection. Found family. And the kind of love that refuses to break.

As kingdoms collide and battle lines are drawn, Elowen will be forced to rise higher than ever before. She is the Moon Goddess’s chosen, the vessel of prophecy, the heart that can unite every fractured species. But if she falters, if Raelith succeeds, the world will fall to rot, ruin, and eternal blood.

The Goddess chose her.

Now the world needs her more than ever.

King Valerio's cold eyes searched through the small crowd, then on her. "I want the half-dead thing..." He calmly demanded.

The Alpha King hesistated, his expression thick with uncertainty. "Take her then, if it properly seals the treaty like you have demanded."

That moment, Evyths Thorne knew that her pack not only hated her but effortlessly threw her at the mercy of the very creature that could ruin what's left of her.

The ancient vampires in Ravencroft.

...
When Prince Valerio D'Arcy Belmont chooses a rejected omega as his treaty hostage, the supernatural world questions his sanity. But Valerio knows something they don't…

The moon goddess chose her. The pack destroyed her.
Evyths Thorne was an omega without a wolf, the weakest member of the Crescent Pack.
Her fate should have been simple: become Alpha Ryker's Luna.
But when her fated mate humiliates her one too many times, Evyths makes the ultimate choice.
She rejects him.
A decision that costs her everything.
Banished from the only home she's known, Evyths becomes a prisoner of the vampires and the possession of Prince Valerio D'Arcy Belmont — a cold, brilliant vampire who sees her as nothing more than a bargaining piece.
But when an ancient prophecy begins to awaken, the omega everyone called a curse may be the one supernatural creatures have been searching for.
And Valerio must decide.
Is she his greatest weakness?
Or his greatest weapon?

For seven years, Elara sacrificed her blood to her wolf family, only to be betrayed by her husband and own child for a fake savior and a handful of candy. She abandons all love, awakens her ancient vampire queen power, and delivers brutal, unforgiving karmic punishment to everyone who drained and deceived her. No forgiveness, only eternal solitude atop her blood-stained throne.

She did not like calling attention to herself, and she did not view herself as beautiful. She cared nothing for looks—only for training, for valor, for the honor. She would rather have resembled her father, as her brothers did, the man she admired and loved more than anyone in the world, than have her dainty features. She always checked the mirror for something of himself in her eyes, yet no matter how hard she looked, she could not find it.
She knew she should let it go—but she could not. Something within her would not allow her to. She sensed danger, especially on the eve of the Winter Moon. She did not trust her elder brothers; they would not harm Alston, she knew, but they were reckless and too rough. Worst of all, they were overconfident in their skills. It was a bad combination.
Gwen could stand it no longer. If her father wouldn’t act, then she would. She was old enough now—she did not need to answer to anyone but herself.

The Wedding Variation plays the music of betrayal, the strange man's violation is like a nightmare, and the black hand of the table pushes her into the deep sea. Three years later, Evelyn Ross is reborn as a goddess of vengeance and joins forces with the mysterious Finn MacLeod to unravel the conspiracy of the past. Who set up this deadly deception? Who is the mastermind hiding in the dark? Each investigation makes the truth more confusing, and her relationship with Finn MacLeod will be full of suspense in this revenge journey to where?

Anya Kozlov was never meant to matter. Youngest daughter of a once proud Bratva family, she was born to be dismissed and dominated. To be weak. To be broken. Told she would be safe in an arranged marriage to lawyer Marcus Webb, her last hope for security is stolen when she catches Marcus cheating with her sister, Elena. Elena, who has always had the power and respect Anya never did.

The night the jilted daughter gets her revenge with witnesses present, everyone she loves is destroyed. Elena's marriage implodes. Marcus's career is ruined. The Kozlov empire is burned to the ground. Blamed for the tragedy, Anya is tossed out with nothing and spends years struggling for the little scraps of freedom she can cobble together, working two jobs and sleeping in alleys, while every living part of her fights just to survive.

Until the night she decides to fight back.

When armed men walk into the art gallery where she's working and she refuses to give in, it catches the attention of the last person she expects. Viktor Petrov. Heir to one of the city's most violent Bratva dynasties. Ruthless and legendary at thirty-one, he's known as "the Devil" for good reason.
But when Viktor sees the quiet fire behind Anya's fierce stare and bloody bruises, he doesn't see weak. He sees an equal. The obsession that ignites between them is instant, volatile, and deadly.

Fueled by a dark love built in blood and violence, as Viktor drags Anya deeper into his world, she uncovers a truth her family kept from her for years: she was never meant to be weak. She was meant to be dangerous.

And now, she is his queen.

Moonlight shined over the ancient altar as Kael spread her wide, his scarred body caging hers.

Lira’s thighs trembled against his hips, her slick heat already swollen and aching from hours of his relentless claiming, yet still greedy for more.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled, voice shredded with wolf, the thick head of his cock dragging through her soaked folds, teasing her entrance until she sobbed.

“I can’t—fuck—I won’t stop until you’re ruined for anyone else.”

She arched, nails carving red lines down his back. “Then ruin me.”

He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, stretching her virgin-tight walls until she screamed his name into the ruined temple. Every inch of him burned inside her.

“Feel that?” he snarled against her throat, pulling out only to drive deeper, harder, the wet slap of their bodies echoing off stone. “This cunt was made for me.

Twenty years they kept you locked away—now I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly you’ll feel me for days.”

Her legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him impossibly deeper.
“Kael—gods—please—”

They called her cursed, wolfless and broken. They were wrong.

For twenty years, Lira Ashborne has been locked beneath Darkfang fortress, she was fed scraps and forced into silence.

The scars that bind her wrists are proof of the pack's cruelty. But an ancient wolf stirs in her blood, carrying secrets that could save or destroy them all.

When Alpha Kael Thorn returns from eleven years of exile, ruthless and hungry for revenge. He marks her as his own, expecting the same broken girl who only knew how to bow. But the Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes.

When enemies attack and buried truths explode into light, they'll discover that some bonds are forged in blood.

Kael Noctravan is a monster born to lead.

An alpha.
A predator.
A weapon forged by the moon.

Cold, violent, and feared even by his own clan, he has never lost control… until he catches her scent.

Lyssara Velmora was supposed to be nothing more than human.
But the blood running through her veins belongs to a lineage that should have remained buried.

Now trapped among the Noctravan, surrounded by wolves who watch her like prey, Lyssara discovers there is something worse than monsters.

Their desire.

And no one is more dangerous than Kael.

With every touch, the bond between them grows stronger.
With every full moon, her body responds to the alpha she should hate.
And with every passing night, Kael comes closer to losing the last piece of humanity left inside him.

Because in the world of lycanthropes…
the blood bond is eternal.

And an alpha never gives back what he marks.

The night Selene turns ten, her world burns.
Her family is slaughtered under the Alpha King’s banner.
Her pack is erased from history.
Her little sister dies screaming in the garden they once played in. And on Selene’s forehead, a mark appears.
The Crimson Crescent.
The symbol of a prophecy powerful enough to terrify kings.
Hunted, orphaned, and forced into hiding, Selene grows up in the shadows with only grief, rage, and a vow carved into her bones. She will survive. She will return. And she will make the man responsible pay in blood.
Eight years later, Selene infiltrates the royal castle as a servant, hiding her identity behind a false name and lowered eyes. Every day she walks the halls of power. Every night she sharpens her hatred. The Alpha King is closer than ever. Close enough to kill.
But the monster she prepared herself to face is not the man she finds.
As secrets unravel and the truth behind the massacre begins to surface, Selene is trapped between vengeance and something far more dangerous. Desire. Loyalty. Choice.
Because the prophecy was never about destruction alone.
It was about a queen rising from ashes. And deciding who deserves to burn.

I was four months pregnant when the truck hit my car.
I woke up on a gurney outside the OR, bleeding, half-conscious, thinking my husband was saving my life. Then I heard him through the door.
"The baby's gone. Her right hand is finished—her career's over either way. Just take her kidney now and put it in Mia."
My mother agreed. My father told him to switch my architectural draft to Mia's name before Friday.
Mia. The sister they'd raised for twenty years while I was missing. The sister whose body was failing. The sister my husband had apparently been in love with the whole time I was married to him.
I was supposed to die on that table. I wasn't supposed to hear anything.
But my phone was in my coat pocket, and the voice memo app had never stopped recording.
And now I had a choice to make.

I'm a figure skating prodigy from one of the wealthiest families in the country. I'm also an idiot.

I believed that if I was kind enough, people would be kind in return. So I sponsored Haley Dunning, a scholarship skater on our team, and treated her like my own little sister.

The day before the NCAA qualifier, she came up to me with a sports drink, said she wanted to help keep my energy up.

I drank it. Went down on the ice with a broken leg. Drug test came back positive for banned stimulants.

Overnight, I went from the queen of the rink to the face of a scandal no one could stop talking about.

Expelled from school. Torn apart on social media. Calloway Corporation's stock in freefall.

Haley stood in front of the cameras, tears in her eyes: "Piper just wanted to win so badly. I never thought she'd go this far..."

I fell into a depression. Couldn't sleep without medication.

Then one day, she showed up at my hospital room with my boyfriend, bearing "comfort": a cup of water and a few pills: "Piper, take your meds, okay? This is all my fault for being so stupid..."

Three minutes later, I'm coughing up blood, convulsing on the floor.

Right before I died, I caught the look on her face. That sweet, innocent face. A slow, vicious smile spreading across it.

She knocked over the pill bottle and started screaming: "I grabbed the wrong ones! I mixed up her antidepressants with some old person's heart meds! I'm so stupid!"

My boyfriend pulled her into his arms. Didn't even glance at me dying on the floor: "She meant well. Piper just had bad luck."

I was poisoned to death in that hospital room.

Then I opened my eyes, and it was the day before the qualifier.

Give me your throne and give me your woman."

Selene Marlowe always wanted to be a princess who lived a simple life. She wasn't expecting her heart become some battleground for a High kingdom at war.

She is torn between three royal brothers: the one who loved her first, the one who would protect her, and the one who would destroy everything in his way to have her. Therefore she has to make a choice between loyalty and desire, duty and destiny.

But when it comes to the matters of royalty, people and things are ruthless as they come and this love comes with a cost.

And the crown of Valenhart demands blood!

She was raised to stay pure.
He was born to crave her blood.

When Saera Yvaine Merriley is pulled through a mirror into the dark empire of vampires, her blood becomes the key to saving their dying prince.

But Kaizer Alaric Lancaster’s bite awakens something far more dangerous, a love that could destroy them both.

Fate brought them together. Blood bound them forever.

Humans aren't supposed to survive carrying a vampire's child. The immortal blood drains you dry.

Valentine was a pureblood vampire Duke. I was just a mortal. But I was stupid enough to think love was stronger than biology.

Four years ago, I tore myself apart on the birthing bed to bring a half-blood into this world, only to wake up staring at Valentine’s back.

His late father’s favorite concubine, Cecilia, had already snatched my baby from the cradle. And my husband acquiesced to it all.

"He looks just like me," Cecilia purred, tracing my newborn's cheek. "Thank you for giving birth to my son."

Then she tossed a blood jade onto my sheets, like I was some cheap baby-making machine.

I didn't take the payoff. I grabbed the heavy stone and hurled it straight at Valentine’s face.

For four agonizing years, I fought to get my baby back. I hired mercenaries, rogues, and shadow-smugglers, bleeding myself dry to breach the Duke’s estate. Every single attempt failed.

Until tonight. A terrified servant smuggled out a whisper that stopped my heart: Cecilia had fed my son "diluted holy water"—a twisted sacrament meant to literally burn the human half out of his organs.

I didn't hire anyone this time. I tore through the gates myself. I took a guard’s spear through the shoulder and let cursed brambles shred my arms to the bone, just to drag my dying boy out of a burning greenhouse.

But when the agonizing pain of the holy water woke him, Luke looked at me with pure, unadulterated disgust.

"It’s your fault! It’s your filthy human blood!" My four-year-old son spat the words like venom. "Mother Cecilia says if we just burn out this curse, I can be the true heir! If it weren't for you, Father would have claimed me by now! I hate you!"

I froze.

When I finally spoke, my voice was a raw, inhuman scrape. "Call me Mom one last time, and I'll walk out of your life forever."

"Ten years of atonement, and you flee?"

His fangs glinted as he gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Dragon scales shimmered along his neck, breath scorching my skin.

"Your Majesty... I beg—" He shoved me onto the bed. Silk tore with a sharp rip, cold air rushing over my exposed body.

"Scared?" He smirked, palm sliding down my waist, fingers tracing slow, burning circles. "Yet you shiver... not from cold."

I lunged for the candlestick, but he caught my wrist, pinning it overhead. His knee forced my legs apart.

"When your father gave you to me," his lips brushed my ear, voice a dark rumble, "you were already mine."

On the eve of freedom after ten years of servitude, Lina Valeria stood one night away from reuniting with her betrothed. But Dragon King Augustus condemned her to the Abyss Mines on false charges—a trap forged from obsessive desire.

Augustus Ashenwing, Supreme Sovereign of Skyhold Citadel, is ruthless and feared by all races. His obsession stems from ancient grudges and dragonkind's most dangerous instinct: possessive desire. He demands her submission, binding her to his throne as his consort.

From prisoner to queen, Lina battles him through court intrigue and twisted passion—fighting for her mother, her freedom, her dignity.

Yet this cold-blooded tyrant reserves all tenderness for her alone. He indulges her temper, bends his pride, compromises without limit—anything to see her smile. Gradually, her heart wavers. But loving him means betraying Kain, who waited eleven years. Torn between duty and desire, she drowns in agonizing guilt.

Love and hatred intertwined—a forbidden dragon romance in a realm of oppression.

The invincible Dragon Lord Kane returns from the Northern Frontier, only to find his daughter caged and his pianist wife trapped in a luxury lounge. He chains her in pain, summons 10,000 elite soldiers to rush her performance, while hidden demon forces creep in to destroy his family.

I never applied to the Academy for Magical Beings and Creatures.

Which is why it was more than a little confusing when a letter arrived with my name already printed on a schedule, a dorm waiting, and classes picked out as if someone knew me better than I knew myself. Everyone knows the Academy, it’s where witches sharpen their spells, shifters master their forms, and every kind of magical creature learns to control their gifts.

Everyone except me.

I don’t even know what I am. No shifting, no magic tricks, nothing. Just a girl surrounded by people who can fly, conjure fire, or heal with a touch. So I sit through classes pretending I belong, and I listen hard for any clue that might tell me what’s hidden in my blood.

The only person more curious than me is Blake Nyvas, tall, golden-eyed, and very much a Dragon. People whisper that he’s dangerous, warn me to keep my distance. But Blake seems determined to solve the mystery of me, and somehow I trust him more than anyone else.

Maybe it’s reckless. Maybe it’s dangerous.

But when everyone else looks at me like I don’t belong, Blake looks at me like I’m a riddle worth solving.

I came to Northveil Academy with no magic, no reputation, and no intention of begging anyone to see my worth.

Rhydan Valecrest, Northveil Academy's untouchable hockey captain, Dragon Alpha, and heir to the most feared bloodline, looked at me once and decided I was nobody.

He was wrong.

The magic sleeping inside me isn't ordinary.

I'm a witch.

A tamer.

And somehow, I'm the only person who can calm the monster living inside him.

His wolf bows to my touch. His dragon answers my voice.

The more he fights our bond, the closer his wolf and dragon come to consuming him. If I walk away, he'll lose control of the power he was born to command.

He dismissed me when I meant nothing to him. Now I'm the only one standing between him and the monster inside.

Some mistakes can't be undone.

A Dark Academy Fantasy Romance.

Part 1- Shattered Dragonfly
Magic in the mainland was corrupted.

In the islands it was outlawed.

But that didn’t stop Merya seeing things she shouldn’t. Monstrous things that she wished she didn’t and every time she did, it put her life in danger.

Seeing magic was a death sentence and Merya wanted to live.

When they came for her, Merya had no choice but to follow her adoptive father back over to the mainland. He says she’s special.

That she is the Dragonfly.

Thrust into a world she doesn’t understand, Merya must navigate a world where nothing is what it seems and that includes those who profess they love her.

Love- it’s even more confusing than the new world around her and as she finally accepts her destiny. Merya must also come to terms with the fact that love might just be the most dangerous thing she will ever face.

Part 2- Dance of the Butterfly

Still haunted from the betrayal of the man she thought she loved, Merya is thrust back into a world of magic and deception.

Free the dragons, fight for what is right, protect her friends but nothing is what it seems on the Mainland and the real danger might just come from within...

Because Ander is back, his love for her forcing him from the dark abyss of death to be by her side and now that darkness wants him back.

Merya must choose between love and duty , and if she chooses wrong?

THE WHOLE WORLD WILL BURN.....

Part 3- A Fall of Feathers

COMING SOON

All she wants is freedom.
All he wants is her surrender.

Anelisa’s world shatters when her fated mate rejects her—for her stepsister. Stripped of dignity and hope, she is sold like a worthless offering to the ruthless Dragon King, a monster feared for slaughtering her kind without mercy.

Legends say no one has ever seen his face and lived to tell the tale.

Anelisa refuses to become his next victim. She plans her escape—
But instead of freedom, she crashes straight into the arms of the king himself… and now she’s not just his captive.
She’s his mate.

Bound by betrayal, scorched by desire, and cursed by a destiny neither of them chose—
Can love bloom in the ashes of hate, or will it burn them both alive?

"Breathe, Lyla. You've always been mine,"
he grazed her lips with his finger.

Born a werewolf, cursed as a child, Damon knew he was different even before he was ten. He was never allowed to mingle with kids his age by his father but that didn’t stop him from knowing how to hunt and kill.

He never had his wolf because of his curse or so he thought and this made him ruthless, brutal and unwilling to become the Alpha that he was supposed to be until a tiny, beautiful princess came into the picture, making him want to protect her at all cost and this could only be possible if he became the Alpha that he hated the most.

At Astoria University, the name Nathaniel Cavill means everything. He’s the heir to an educational empire, a man born with a silver spoon and enough arrogance to fill every lecture hall on campus. But to his grandfather, Nathaniel is just a reckless playboy—and unless he proves he can be "stable," his billion-dollar trust fund stays locked.

Sylvie Belrose is the only thing standing in his way. She’s sharp, relentless, and has been his academic rival since freshman year. She doesn't have a dynasty behind her; she only has her grades and a scholarship she’s worked her life for. She hates everything he stands for, and he lives to see her flustered.

But when a calculated scandal threatens to get Sylvie expelled, her world collapses. That’s when Nathaniel makes his move. He offers her a deal that feels like a pact with the devil:

The Deal: Act as his fake fiancée for six months. The Reward: He gets his fortune; she gets the protection of the Cavill name and keeps her scholarship.

Now, they are forced to share more than just a stage at university galas. Between shared hotel rooms on academic tours and kisses staged for the Board of Directors, the lines are blurring. Sylvie is finding out that Nathaniel’s arrogance is a mask—and Nathaniel is realizing that the girl he’s supposed to hate is the only one he can’t stop thinking about.

They were supposed to be rivals. They were supposed to be faking it. But in a game this dangerous, the first one to fall loses everything.

My beast companions are in the middle of my medicinal soak when a soft, dramatic little "ow" drifts in from outside.

Vex, my wolfkin companion, drops my leg. Brom, the bearkin, jerks his hand and a fortune's worth of elixir spills into the water.

They crash through the floor-to-ceiling window and bolt outside without a single glance back — all for some ordinary girl.

I'm still staring at the broken glass when a stream of glowing blue text pops up out of nowhere.

[The main character Ivy literally fake-tripped in the garden and these two idiots jumped out a window for her!]
[Honestly, the original side character Lillia had it so rough. Backstabbed by her own companions, dies a miserable death, and they end up in Ivy's entourage…]
[And she never even figures out what's happening. Just suffers through the whole thing without a clue.]

I read through all of it, and one thought slowly rises: seriously?

If my companions won't behave, just get new ones. Simple.

I go straight to my mom, and before I've even finished talking, she's already pulling me toward the door.

"Any beast that turns on its master isn't worth keeping. Come on, baby — let's go pick you out some new ones. Mom's paying, so make it the most expensive ones they've got."

I am Cyrene, Princess of the Kingdom of Mallwore, who was exiled due to an accident. Just as I turned 20, I returned to the palace. It turned out that after returning to the palace, many difficult tasks were assigned to me. Would I be able to handle them? Especially since I only had a little fairy to protect me.

He made a step forward near her. “You are here in my Thregonad Village Shelyca, or should I say she-wolf?” He darted her with a look that seems to be traveling down her every spine.

Princess Shelyca was caught off-handed. “How… how do you know? I am in my human form,” confused she asked.

He stepped one more time and then caught her face in between his big callous hands. “I saw it while I was trying to revive you but don’t you worry, I can keep a secret if you want it to be a secret,” he whispered.

“Who are you really? I can feel you are not an ordinary human,” she asked while looking at him this time. She wanted to determine what is deep within his eyes.

“You are right, I am not an ordinary human but I won’t tell you. It is up for you to find out." He eyed her while grinning.

"You can't desire me, Ethan. I'm not good for you."
"Are you denying the fire between us?" His voice was low, rough with restraint. "I want you, and you want me. Our wolves want each other. I may have hated your kind, but that won't stop me from claiming you right here and now. Strip."
Being half human was something Lyra could never fully accept. To make matters worse, her fated mate is none other than Ethan—the ruthless werewolf feared as a beast. Some say her blood is the only thing that can keep him in check. Others whisper that her existence could change the destiny of all hybrids like her.
Under the silver glow of the moon, desire and danger collide. When Ethan's fangs sink into her skin, their bond ignites a war neither of them could have imagined.
In a world divided by blood and power, love might be the most dangerous instinct of all.

Content Warning
This book contains explicit sexual content, BDSM themes, power dynamics, violence, and dark romance elements. It is intended for mature readers (18+).
Lucifiel Thorne thought he had wiped out every last hunter.
He was wrong.
Levi Cross is just trying to survive. Between college, bills, and a past he doesn’t fully remember, life is already hard enough. The last thing he needs is attention—especially from a man who clearly doesn’t belong in his world.
But Lucifiel isn’t just any man. He’s powerful, controlling, and way too interested in Levi.
It started as a job offer, until it wasn't. Because the “job” takes him into a private, exclusive club where the rules are different,and where Levi is expected to play a role he never signed up for.
Lucifiel’s possession.
What was supposed to be temporary starts to feel like something else entirely. Something darker and far more dangerous than Levi ever expected.
Lucifiel wasn't all about the pleasure. What Levi doesn’t know is that he was way more than a pleasure toy.
He was the last hunter. And his blood is the one thing Lucifiel has been searching for.
The one thing that can end everything.
Or change it forever. Either way… Lucifiel plans to claim what’s his.

The High Fae were facing extinction, their bloodlines withering away.

Valerius, the Prince of the Shadow Realm, was a terrifying force of nature—ruthless and utterly cold.

I am Ella, a mere human who accidentally fell into a Shadow Rift, a mortal girl with nothing but survival on my mind.

Left with no other choice, I snuck into this shadow prince's bed in the dead of night.

On the day he pierced my chest to take my heart-blood to save the Witch Princess, I faked my death and ran away—carrying his half-Fae babies in my belly.

Years later, I was busy preening the starry wings of my seven little miracles.

He found me, dropping to his knees, as pathetic and desperate as an abandoned hound.

"Ella... do you really not want me anymore?"

On the eve of our Blood Pact ceremony, Caius suddenly postponed our binding ritual—all for his human sweetheart.

He unilaterally cut off the blood supply and froze all assets to the entire Vance family.

When my father went to confront him, Caius had him detained on the spot.

Desperate to save my father, I went to beg him. He gripped my jaw so hard it ached, his thumb roughly wiping away the tears forced out by the pain.

"Sera, delaying the ceremony is just a little lesson for you," he said, his tone gentle yet dripping with arrogance.

"As long as you agree to let Elara move into the manor after the wedding, and promise not to hurt her, everything stays the same."

"Otherwise, you can just go marry Alaric, that powerless tyrant of the Dark Realm. Be smart. Choose the path that keeps you alive."

I stared at him dead in the eye, not saying a word.

Thinking I had resigned myself to my fate, a satisfied smirk curled on his lips.

"Be a good girl. Wait for me to pick you up on the day of the Blood Pact."

What he didn't know was that on the day of the Blood Pact, I would step directly into the car Alaric sent, brushing right past his wedding convoy at the intersection.

Eventually, Caius would drop to his knees outside the gates of the night manor like a stray dog, begging for my forgiveness.

My roommate put a Blood Binding Curse on me — my own bloodline power, along with every resource I receive, gets automatically rerouted straight to her.
My ex helped her set it up. For six months she lived off my bloodline playing noble princess, him always on her arm, while I walked around hollow. The harder I fought to prove myself, the more I fed her.
Then I died. Came back knowing everything.
Here's what I figured out: the curse reroutes everything I receive.
Including debt.
I went to a guild and borrowed a batch of elixirs. Opened the contract.
The debtor on the line wasn't me.

My mate, Valerius, was struck by a soul-splitting curse from hunters, fracturing him into a dual personality.

The rabid persona is brutal and cold-blooded. His heart holds only his childhood sweetheart, and he casts me aside like worthless trash.

Yet, when lucid, he is my deeply devoted lover—the man who sees me as his absolute salvation.

But the man who deeply loves me is slipping away.

It culminated on the night of the hunter ambush.

I dragged my shattered leg, barely surviving a sea of fire. Yet, to comfort his startled childhood sweetheart, he turned his back and walked away.

In the moment he left, I finally let go.

Because the eyes that had just abandoned me for her... were the deep, dark gold of his lucid state.

Later, when I accepted a deal to erase all traces of my existence and give them their happy ending, he completely lost his mind...

The day I came home carrying the Royal Pack's highest honor, the one that names its strongest warrior, I pictured Irene's proud smile waiting for me, and Chase's arms wrapping around me.

Then I cross into Crescent Moon Pack territory and the smell hits me. Blood, thick enough to make me gag.

I claw through the scorched wreckage like something possessed, not even noticing my nails tearing, blood running down my fingers.

And then I find her. Irene, the one person who'd ever shown me real kindness, lying in the ash. Not breathing. Gone.

Three scents linger in the air, all of them familiar: Garrett. Ivy. And Chase.

I follow the scent to the lakeside lodge, and that's when I hear Chase, his voice dripping with that same gentle warmth I used to love. "Who cares about Irene, as long as you're happy."

Something in my head just snaps.

"Traitors don't get to live."

Tonight, they're all going to join Irene in death.

Tracy, a stunning and fearless girl who has been taught since childhood to carry out many missions.

Jayden, a ruthless, breath-seizing demigod with a captivating face and enormous power. In the underworld, he is known as the vampire lord, while in the human realm, he is known as the mafia lord. Vamps and mundanes both fear and admire him. No one dares to offend him and get away with it. Tracy then had the audacity to venture into his path.

Let us witness what happened when Jayden, the vicious mafia-vamp king, decided to deal with the adventurous girl in his own ruthless manner.

Amelia Russo is a weapon of the state. As a military captain and the daughter of a legendary general, her life is governed by duty, honor, and one mission: eliminate "The Shadow," the faceless myth ruling Verona’s bloody underworld.

Lorenzo Ren Moretti is a master of deception. To high society, he is Luca D'Angelo, a charming billionaire CEO. To the streets, he is a cold-blooded monster with icy blue eyes and a past carved in tattoos. He commands fear. He demands absolute loyalty. And he has never met an enemy he couldn't break.

Until he meets her.

When Amelia crosses paths with the enigmatic billionaire Luca, an intoxicating, forbidden game of cat and mouse begins.

He is a vampire. She is a witch.
He has lived for thousands of years.
She is only thirty.
But her blood is both a cure for vampirism and a deadly poison.


‎A doctor cursed to die at thirty-two enters a contract with a 1,300 year-old vampire to break the curse and rewrite her fate. She discovers she isn't who she thinks she was. She's the most powerful witch, a Dagon, and she's the weapon that could kill him.

His hand wrapped around my throat in claim, as he pinned me against the cold stone wall.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his breath hot against my lips. “Every breath and every heartbeat you take. Mine.”
But his nephew’s voice echoed in my mind: “You deserve better than a man who treats you like furniture.”
I never wanted this bond.
Alpha Zane forced me into a contract marriage—bear him an heir, then disappear. He made it clear I’m nothing more than a child-bearing vessel. A servant elevated to Luna only because the Moon Goddess cursed us both.
But his nephew, Kaius, sees me differently. He’s kind where Zane is cruel. Gentle where Zane is possessive. He offers me everything my mate hides from me: respect, partnership, freedom.
The problem? My body responds to Zane’s dominance even as my heart breaks from his coldness. And the more Kaius shows me what love could look like, the more dangerous this becomes.
Because Zane may not love me—but he’ll destroy anyone who tries to take what’s his.
Even his own family.
Torn between the mate who owns my soul and the man who sees it—which desire will damn me first?

When twenty-two-year-old Sofia Martinez is dragged from her quiet bookstore life to pay for her dead father's sins, she never expected her kidnappers to be four dangerously handsome mafia heirs. Cassian plans every move like chess, Rafe's fists solve problems his heart can't handle, Luca's charming smile hides deadly secrets, and Nikos treats emotions like weaknesses to destroy. They took her to settle a blood debt, but now they can't agree on what to do with her—because they all want to keep her. As bullets fly and betrayals cut deep, Sofia discovers that her father wasn't just a debtor. He was hiding the truth about her real identity: she's the lost daughter of the most feared mafia queen in history. Now four men who were supposed to be her captors are ready to kill anyone who tries to take her away. But in a world where love and loyalty are bought with blood, Sofia must choose between the safety of escape and the dangerous power of ruling beside the men who stole her heart along with her freedom.

On the three hundredth day of my marriage to Gu Cheng, as usual, he fed me expensive pregnancy-preserving medicine.
He vowed to me with deep affection that as long as I safely gave birth to the Gu family's first grandson, this wild girl raised in an orphanage would finally become the respected Mrs. Gu.
I always believed this was his effort for our shared future, irrefutable proof of his deep love for me.
Until I accidentally overheard a secret conversation between him and his lawyer in the study.
"Though Wu Qian is low-born, she has a strong body. Using her as a pregnancy vessel guarantees a robust eldest grandson."
"After she gives birth, we'll fabricate a case of postpartum depression and send her to a psychiatric hospital. Keep the child, get rid of the mother. A foolproof deal, isn't it?"
At this point, the lawyer mentioned a name: Song Ya.
The moment he heard that name, Gu Cheng's voice immediately softened.
"Yaya has been pampered since childhood. How could I bear to let her suffer the ordeal of childbirth, which is half a step through death's door?"
In that instant, the marital dream I had poured everything into shattered into pieces.
I withdrew my hand, frozen mid-air, stroked my bulging pregnant belly, turned around, and dialed the pre-booked private clinic.
"Doctor, an abortion procedure. How soon can it be done?"

Magical World: My Slime Can Kill the Giant Dragon

In a world where magic and Dragons are real, where magic is taught at a school's and kingdom's rule over the land. Why are dragons so scarce and why is magic not so widely used if it's available for everyone to learn and use. History is told by the victor and that often leads to a miss telling in the tale, leaving those who read it to miss out of the true story. But when Young Nova discovers her past and goes on quest to discover her true self, she will meet friend's she will come to hold as family and they will discover the truth behind magic. As everything comes to light, and the truth comes to light, their resolve will be tested.

This is a world where humans and fantasy races exist side by side. Werewolves move through city streets between glass towers, and every now and then, a pair of massive wings cuts through the clouds overhead. Twenty years ago, to secure the family's standing, the main house signed a contract with the Dragon Clan.

As the least favored daughter of a branch family, I was chosen to be the Dragon King's mate. The terms were spelled out plainly: if I couldn't get married within five years of coming of age, I'd have to go to Dragon territory and go through with the marriage.

For five years, every wedding I've planned has been blown up by my younger sister, Hannah.

This is year five. I'm finally in a wedding dress, about to marry Derek, the boy I grew up with.

What I didn't expect was that one hour before the ceremony, Hannah collapsed in the dressing room coughing up blood. She grabbed Derek's hand, crying, saying she wouldn't make it through the month.

And my parents are on either side of me, hands pressed down hard on my shoulders.

"Just let Hannah have the wedding. She's dying!"

What they don't know is that if I don't get married today, the Dragon envoys will come for me on the spot.

And I won't be coming back.