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The dance ended with a final, graceful spin. Lord Greyson released Dydra with a courteous smile, his admiration lingering in his eyes as he gave a slight bow. “A pleasure, as always,” he said lightly. Dydra returned the smile out of habit, though her thoughts were already elsewhere. She gave a small excuse and stepped away, her gaze drifting across the ballroom as if searching for something—someone. But whatever she sought, she did not find. A faint frown creased her brows. Without another word, she turned and slipped out of the ballroom, heading toward the quiet of the garden. The cool night air should have calmed her. It didn’t. “You’re letting other men touch you?” The voice came from behind her—low, unhurried… almost lazy. But Dydra’s entire body reacted instantly. A sharp shiver ran through her. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. That voice carried something unmistakable beneath its calm surface—something restrained. Something dangerous. “I—it’s not—” Her voice broke mid-sentence. Panic tightened her throat as cold sweat formed along her skin. “Need I remind you,” he continued evenly, each word measured, “who you belong to?” The calmness was the most terrifying part. Not anger. Not shouting. Just control—tight, absolute control. Dydra parted her trembling lips again, but no sound came. Her mind went blank. Then suddenly— A hand closed around her waist. Firm. Possessive. Her breath caught as her eyes squeezed shut on instinct, her body going still. “Dydra,” his voice dropped to a whisper, closer now. “Who do you belong to?”

He thought the strange presence in his life had disappeared— until it came back. Closer. Clearer. And far too familiar to be called a stranger. The man who appears before him feels the same… yet not the same. As fragments of memory begin to surface, he is forced to question everything— Was it really the same person he had been searching for all these years… or someone else entirely? Because even if memories fade— some connections never do. And this one… refuses to let him go.

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Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.

On the day I was to marry the love of my life, the ceremony was bathed in blood. The Vampire Emperor, Azræl Bloodbourne, tore me from the altar and dragged me into his dark and dangerous world. He says I am his bride. His possession. A key to a legacy no vampire has ever dared to dream of. But as I struggle against his shadow, another figure emerges from the cold. Ezryn Graemor, Alpha of the Snowfall Tribe, kidnaps me for his own desperate purpose—to lift a curse that has haunted his bloodline for generations. I thought he only needed me for my blood… but every glance, every touch, betrays a truth far more dangerous. I am his fated mate. In Azræl’s darkness, I feel a fire I shouldn’t crave. In Ezryn’s wintered touch, I feel a pull I can’t resist. Now I must choose to either surrender my body to the Vampire who claims me as his Empress, or risk everything for the Lycan whose soul is bound to mine. Either way, my heart and my life hangs in the balance. WELCOME TO BOOK ONE OF MY FANTASY SERIES.

Victor spent his entire life being consumed by a disease no vampire should possess. Bearer of the rare RH-Null — the so-called “golden blood” — he was meant to be extraordinary. Instead, he became an anomaly, a descendant of an ancient lineage whose power never awakened… only slowly killed him. While others rose… Victor waited for death. Even so, one person never left his side. His mother — once feared — sacrificed everything, even her own life, to keep him alive for just one more day. But it wasn’t enough. At the moment of his death, when everything should have ended, a voice echoed in his mind. Amused. Curious. Calling him an “experiment.” And leaving a single command: “Become the strongest.” Then, Victor awakened again. Younger. Perfect. Free from the disease that doomed him. And this time… his lineage had finally awakened. The blood that once killed him now holds a power beyond any vampire — something ancient, forbidden… and possibly absolute. Now, with a second chance and a purpose carved into his very being, Victor won’t just survive. He will ascend. And become something no vampire has ever dared to be. ________________ Additional tags: Fantasy - Adventure - Action - Romance - Harem - R18 - No NTR - No Yuri - Weak to Strong - Bloodlines - Evolution

Can a human truly change, even if given another life? Olaf was a criminal who committed every crime imaginable, until his end came in a police chase that killed him in a car accident. He believed death would be the end of his suffering-but instead, he was cast into Hell. Centuries of torment passed, and just when he thought the punishment would never end, his tormentor made a decision: Olaf would be given another life. But this second chance was not forgiveness-it was either redemption or a new form of punishment. Reborn into a world of magic, Olaf found himself powerless, unable to wield even the simplest spell. During the entrance trial for the Order of Knights, he discovered a sword bound in chains-the Sword of Hell. When he touched it, a majestic shadow of dark power appeared before him. The entity offered him a contract. By accepting it, Olaf would gain a place among the knights, yet walk the thin line between good and evil. Now begins the true trial: Will Olaf rise as a hero of redemption-or descend once more into darkness?

In a world where magic is forbidden and witches are hunted, Ashlynn Blackwell has hidden her mark of the witch since birth. The night of her wedding she's betrayed and her secret is exposed. Attacked by her husband and his knights, Ashlynn was abandoned and left for dead in the wilderness. Rescued by the vampire lady Nyrielle, Ashlynn is offered a choice: die as a human or embrace her power as a witch. Bound by a mystical blood pact, Ashlynn is plunged into a world of ancient magic, immortal vampires, and deadly political intrigue for the chance to find eternal love. [Bronze Winner: Weekly Love Tales - Vampire] [Book of the Month: September/October 2024]

(R-18 and dark themes, you have been warned.) Blurb: During my incarceration by my mate, I see a man leaning against the wall of the dungeon with his arms and legs coiled with heavy iron chains. Dressed only in tattered rags of a black robe his ghostly white skin is mostly on display. Tattoos like smoke crawl all the way from his neck to the side of his handsome and deeply chiselled face, but it's the eyes that have me in a trance. Deep red like the freshly spilt blood, such rich shade, and they stare directly at me with such intensity that I forget to breathe. My hand grabs the iron bar, and I steady myself as his curved lips move and he utters only one word to make my world crash and my magic lose control. “Mate!” My world shatters at his words. "You can see me?” He asks next, a voice calmer and yet deeper than Mariana Trench. It whispers all around me, murmuring against my skin as if trying to awaken something sleeping. “Yes, why shouldn't I be able to?” I question, slightly confused. A crease descends on my forehead. "No one else can," he answers with a wounded smile that wrecks my heart. Synopsis: In this post-apocalyptic world, Faes are hunted and killed mercilessly because they are blamed for the apocalypse that befell and destroyed half of the population. At 20, Amaia Zhāng is a Fae and is the last of her kind, or so she thinks. Her family and her whole village were massacred by the Dread Army in the name of keeping peace. She is the sole survivor and keeps her appearance cloaked. But she makes it her mission to train every day and become strong enough to avenge her kind. During a battle with a monster, her mate abandons and rejects her to save his life. Heartbroken, Amaia is left with no choice but to join Orion Academy. It is home to the greatest hunters and enforcers of her continent. It's a world where hunters and enforcers are treated like celebrities. She knows the training will help her fulfil her revenge plans and become a renowned hunter. And maybe along the way she will find another mate. But the twist of fate, deception and seduction from the man who is supposed to refer her to the Orion Academy leaves her with a curse and a tainted reputation. A curse which prevents her mate/mates from recognising her and prevents Amaia from informing them of who she is to them. As it turns out, Amaia is mated to hybrid Alphas of Orion, but none of them can feel the mate bond, and they believe she wants to seduce them. “Have some dignity, Amaia. You abandoned your mate and are now trying your seduction techniques on me. I have a fiancée.” Glares Alnilam, her first mate. “Don't look at me like that, lassie. I am saving myself for my mate.” Winks Alnitak, her second mate. “Stay away from me. You are not my mate,” scolds Mintaka, her third mate. “I will bring a garland constructed from your ex-mate's bones. How dare he hurt you?” Determination flashes in the eyes of Rigel, her fourth mate. Every time they turn her down and choose to be intimate with their chosen females, she feels every ounce of pain and hurt. Amidst the chaos and heartache in a place where enemies hide in plain sight. Can Amaia break this curse and have her mates recognise her as theirs? Does she have four mates or is there another twist hidden? Will she become a successful hunter and keep her identity hidden from the world and at the same time carry out her revenge? Read on to find out. A special thanks to @TheSlumbingCat for creating this beautiful cover for me. If you want to chat, find me on Discord, Facebook and Instagram with the same name.

He finally reached the summit of his dreams, only to find himself standing there completely alone.

The highly anticipated new game Dawn of Divinity, Dawd as it had come to be known, had finally entered its closed beta testing stage. It was an event that became a who's who of popular names in the gaming space, from high ranking E-sports players, to popular streamers and even a few journalists from the big name publications. Filling in for a slot intended for her brother, Valerie Ashcroft, a young woman with a degenerative muscular disease stood out amongst this crowd. It was this uniqueness, however, that led her to the suitably unique class of Glyphborne. A class that gave her the abilities of the mythical punch wizard, combining spellweaving magic and supernatural strength into a single formidable warrior, turning this frail and broken girl into an undeniable living weapon that will be feared by all. However, when the game entered the public market and more players entered this fantastical world, it soon became clear that all was not what it seems as the so-called fictional world starts to bleed into reality. Faced with obstacles real and 'fictional', there is only one thing Valerie needs to say. "I CAST FIST!" -------------- On the concern of bonus chapters, alongside power stone events :- - 100 Golden Tickets = 2 bonus Chapters - Magic Castle Gift = 5 Bonus Chapters - Spaceship Gift - 10 Bonus Chapters

What happens when the system can't measure your true power? Elian Fos woke up in a dying space station with a secret: a mysterious panel only he can see, and a Void bloodline that shouldn't exist. In the Obscure Arm's fringe sectors, cultivators inject beast bloodlines to survive radiation, gravity shifts, and the slow decay of their own bodies. Progress requires merging new bloodlines, overwriting the old. The Confederation tracks everything. Scanners measure marrow density, channel stability, and qi flow. Deviation means detention. Anomalies mean erasure. But Elian doesn't merge. He stores. While others overwrite their potential, he builds parallel chambers in his marrow—one for each bloodline, one for each sub-level. Nine stages. Nine sub-levels each. Eighty-one bloodlines possible. The system sees a stable Stage One cultivator with clean records and average stats. It doesn't see the Void sleeping in his bones, stealing genetic sequences from the dead, waiting. With conscription looming and auditors sweeping the lower decks, Elian must: - Master his stolen bloodlines without detection - Survive military-grade marrow scans - Navigate a broken black market and accelerating audits - Prepare for the border deployment that will test everything In a system that rewards compliance and punishes potential, survival isn't about power. It's about precision. Control. And the patience to wait while others rush toward their destruction. The Void doesn't roar. It waits. And when it strikes, nothing remains.

​"In a world where shadows hide ancient secrets, one spark is enough to burn everything down." ​Jinwoo is a seemingly ordinary third-year college student, but behind his calm and cold exterior lies a terrifying truth. He is the descendant of a Royal Bloodline, a Vampire King with the power of the Blue-Eyed Mist. ​When he saves Prithvi, a kind-hearted girl, from a brutal attack, their fates become permanently entwined. But Prithvi carries a destiny she doesn’t yet understand—one that connects her to a forgotten world. ​As a 5000-year-old ancient seal begins its 66-day countdown to break, the ruthless Adheera prepare to reclaim what was lost. The "Unworthy World" is rising, and the line between hero and villain begins to blur. ​Will the Eternal Flame protect the one he loves, or will the shadows of his past consume them both? ​"The countdown has begun. 66 Days. One King. An Unworthy World." Prithvi character is inspired by a real person named Preethi who means a lot to me. The feelings Jinwoo has for Prithvi are my own real-life emotions Writing stories that breathe real-life emotions. 'The Eternal Flame x The Unworthy World' is a tribute to a 5-year long bond and the feelings that shaped my world." Connect with the Author: Instagram: @alpha_.46

Rejected by humans. Despised by vampires. Mireille, a half-vampire with blood-red eyes, was never meant to exist. Born between worlds that refuse her, she has nowhere to go—until she is taken in by four werewolf brothers living quietly in a forest cabin. Lloyd, the dominant alpha; Zave, the calm and calculating strategist; Alex, the silent white wolf; and Matt, the playful youngest—each treats her not as a mistake, but as family. Life in the forest is peaceful. Days are spent cooking, training, hunting, and simply living, giving Mireille the warmth and belonging she has never known. Slowly, she begins to understand what it means to have a home, and people who care for her—not despite her differences, but because of them. But even in the quiet forest, the world beyond takes notice. Vampires resent the impure, and far away, ancient powers from the Elven Lands begin to stir, intrigued by a girl who should not exist. Amid calm mornings, playful chaos, and quiet nights, Mireille must find her place—while the wolves who accepted her will protect her, no matter the cost. ____________ discord me @: hoshino8777

For generations, the Southern Sun-Realm has lived in the golden warmth of the Starwind lineage. But as the sun begins to dim and the ancient "Void" stir in the corners of the world, a terrifying prophecy emerges: Only a Spirit born of Sun and tempered by Frost can hold back the Great Dark. Elissa Starwind, the youngest Princess of the South, is seen by her court as a failure. Unlike her siblings, whose light is a roaring furnace, Elissa’s "White Flame" is a mere flicker—pale, cold, and seemingly useless. When the prophecy demands a union between the Sun and the North, her father sees an opportunity to discard his "weakest" child. Elissa is sold as a Tithe to the Witch-Kingdom of Aethelgard, wed by blood-contract to the most feared predator in the frost-lands: Alistair D’Valtheron. Alistair is a Pure-blooded Vampire Prince, a being of refined hunger with crystalline, incandescent blue eyes that prove his mastery over his own monstrous nature. As time passes Alistair discovers that Elissa’s "weakness" is actually a different kind of power: a purity that doesn't just burn shadows, but heals the very fabric of reality. As the Moon moves to smother the Sun, the "Weakest Princess" must become the North’s greatest weapon. To save her brother, her husband, and her kingdom, Elissa Starwind must decide if she will remain a flickering candle or become the bonfire that consumes the darkness—even if it means losing her humanity in the process.

Adam Cypher was born twice; once in a sickly body that never left a hospital bed, and once in a world that wished he hadn’t survived. Captured by Hydra before he could even understand his mutant powers, he spent over a decade as their experiment, enduring pain that became his only constant companion. But deep inside that suffering, a strange voice whispered through the static of his mind; a system calling itself [Information]. From it, he learns something fascinating. He is in a TV Show of Marvel, and He's the main character, something [Information] shall allow him to exploit beyond belief. .......................... https://www.patreon.com/VQuintessence - Feel free to support me on Patreon. ...........................

In New York, where corporations have completely replaced the state and a person is worth exactly as much as their blood and organs, 27-year-old barista Ethan Hitcher lives as invisibly as possible. His only weakness is a girl named Marie, a street artist who paints pictures on the sidewalks. One night, a drunk corporate heir kills Marie right in front of Ethan. The murder is ruled an accident. Ethan is offered five thousand dollars and a non-disclosure agreement. Naturally, he refuses. The young man dreams of every single one of them disappearing, including Marie’s killer. And that’s when everything changes. A man breaks into his place and offers him a small job…

Verc lived a quiet, meaningless life as an office worker, counting days rather than living them. When he casually wished for excitement, the world answered with steel, headlights, and death. He awakens reborn in a pitch-black cave as something no longer human—but a vampire demon. Guided by nothing, Verc learns a simple truth of his new existence: consume, evolve, rule. By drinking the blood of others, he can steal their abilities, physical traits, and powers, growing stronger with every kill. Starting from the depths of darkness, Verc claws his way upward—hunting monsters, crushing goblins, and uncovering a brutal world ruled by strength alone. As his power grows, so does his ambition. Survival turns into domination, and domination into the rise of a new Demon King. In a world where blood is currency and mercy is weakness, Verc will carve his throne one bite at a time. Discord: https://discord.gg/kfwSu5k8GV

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains dark themes, emotional and physical abuse, trauma, betrayal, humiliation, and mature content. However, it also delivers humor, sharp sarcasm, a doting (and dangerous) mate, and chaotic chemistry between the leads. ★★ Synopsis ★★ They called her wolf-less. A disgrace. A curse. The girl blamed for her brother’s death. The unwanted twin. The shame her pack never stopped punishing. For seventeen years, Isabella endured cruelty from everyone who should have protected her—her Alpha, her pack, even her own blood. Beaten down. Enslaved. Ignored. Yet she never broke. Until the night her first heat dragged her into a forest she was never meant to enter. That night, she met Lucain. A king who had been sleeping for centuries. Cold. Ruthless. Starved. A ruler who rejected fate, bonds, and the Moon Goddess herself. He took her blood to survive. He meant to kill her afterward. Instead, he marked her. A bond never meant to exist. A mate never meant to live. A king never meant to awaken. The mark ignites a secret no one was meant to uncover—one that places Isabella at the center of power, prophecy, and bloodshed. Now the packs want her dead. The Elders want to use her. And enemies far older than wolves are watching. Lucain has spent his existence proving he cannot be owned. No bond. No mate.No weakness. Isabella has spent her life learning how to survive. Forced together by fate and hunted by the world, they face an impossible choice. Bow to destiny and submit to the bond… Or burn down everything that ever tried to control them. Because when fate tightens its grip, the real question isn’t whether the bond can be rejected... It’s what happens when the girl everyone broke becomes the one thing a king cannot afford to lose. •♪♪• Hi, my name is Isabella. Follow me through a journey of survival, self-discovery, vengeance… and a dangerously unexpected love. #StrongFL #EnemiesToLovers #FatedMate #PowerCouple #fromHatefulToDotingHusband #DarkRomance #SlowBurnChaos

Cornered by humans in the dwindling vampiric population, Dulce Monteserrat simply wants a companion. One that wouldn't betray his trust and turn him to the human guards ever on his heels, and one that would live longer than the average human. So he decides to summon a hound from the hells, a loyal beast to sit with him by the warm hearth. Only things don't go quite as planned, the first, second, and third time over... He finally gets his Hellhound but now he is surrounded by dangerous Demons he can't seem to get rid off. The noble Fiend he summoned no longer seem as eager to leave despite his pretenses and the Shadow Demon on a mission is starting to take things easy. At each other's necks from their first meeting, don't put the Vampire in the middle! The suave Incubus made his stance clear from the start, he had no intentions to leave, willing to fulfill Dulce's request of companionship, however that includes employee benefits - This Incubus needs to eat! And his precious Hellhound who had brought him so much trouble is dissatisfied with simply being a pet. "Can I be Master's mate?" DISCLAIMER: The cover does not belong to me, if you would like it to be taken down, a simple request will suffice.