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THE BLOODBORN'S CROWN

"You smell like salvation and damnation wrapped in one fragile human body. Do you have any idea how dangerous that makes you?" Aria Blackwood thought the mysterious invitation was her miracle—a full scholarship to Thornveil Academy, a school no one had ever heard of, hidden deep in the mountains. Free tuition, room, board, and escape from the stepmother who'd spent three years treating her like a servant in her own father's house. She didn't ask questions. She just ran. But Thornveil Academy isn't the fresh start she imagined. On her first day, she's targeted by the elite "Crown" girls—beautiful, cruel, and unnaturally cold to the touch. They circle her like predators, ready to tear apart the scholarship nobody who doesn't belong. Until he intervenes. Lucian Ashford - student council president, devastatingly beautiful, with eyes like molten silver and a smile that promises both salvation and sin. He stops the Crown girls with a single word, his authority absolute, his presence commanding every eye in the hall. Aria can't stop staring at him. Can't stop noticing things that don't make sense. His skin is too pale, like marble. His hand, when he touches her arm, is ice-cold. And when she presses her fingers to his wrist in shock, she feels... nothing. No pulse. No heartbeat. Just an amused smile as Lucian leans close and whispers: "Welcome to Thornveil, little human. Try not to bleed." Vampires. The academy is full of them. And Aria—with her ordinary life, her absence of supernatural power, her complete human fragility—is surrounded by immortal predators who view her as either prey or an amusing pet. But then strange things start happening. When Aria bleeds from a cut in alchemy class, every vampire in the room freezes, eyes darkening with hunger and something else—recognition. The scent of her blood causes chaos. Lucian physically restrains three students from lunging at her. Kieran Draven - the dangerous rebel vampire with a scarred past and hatred for authority—tracks her down afterward, his voice rough: "What the hell are you? Your blood isn't normal." Dorian Nightshade - the mysterious TA who's actually a 300-year-old vampire posing as a student—appears in her room that night with ancient texts: "You're not human. Not entirely. You're Bloodborn—the first we've seen in a century." Bloodborn. A human born with the blood of the First Vampire, giving them power vampires crave and fear. Their blood can strengthen vampires beyond measure... or enslave them. Bloodborn are hunted, coveted, and dangerous. Aria's stepmother didn't mistreat her out of cruelty. She knew what Aria was and kept her weak, compliant, powerless—until she could sell her to the highest bidder in the vampire world. Now the academy knows what she is. The Crown girls want her eliminated. A dark faction of vampires wants to capture and use her. Her stepmother is coming to drag her back. And three of the most powerful vampires in the academy have decided something else entirely. They want her. All of her. Forever.
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The Shadow of Immortality

The feeling was fleeting, sharp—a sudden and terrifying void where his past should have been. A beautiful face he once loved… now mere grains of sand slipping through Clark's fingers. All that remained for him now was his name: Clark. This forgetting was incredibly potent. Clark felt an intense headache in every pore of his head. He began to see his surroundings. He was wearing rusty metal armor. When he looked ahead, he saw a strange man. He was calm, holding a nearly empty bottle of liquor. This man had lit a fire and was sitting beside it. Next to him was a rotting, dead corpse. The stench of blood was piercing, revolting to Clark's senses. Clark was tense, his hand on the sword beside him. He didn't understand why, but it was the survival instinct within him. The man looked at Clark. His voice was unsettlingly calm. • "Don't trouble yourself reaching for that sword. I didn't kill him, I found him like this with an empty bottle." Clark ignored the dizziness and sat beside the man, his hand still on the hilt. Clark's voice sounded as if his vocal cords were frayed from hunger. • "Who are you? What is this place?" • "My name is Jin. I woke up in a field of corpses. You were the only breathing thing. So I dragged you here." I was hoping you had answers. About me. About any of this." Clark's expression froze. He hadn't comprehended that he had amnesia. "What do you mean 'about you'?" Jin replied with a helpless smile. "I don't know. I've lost… everything. All that's left for me is instinct. The need to survive. That's all." Enjoy reading it!
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Beneath His Skin

Just a heads up: this story is set in an ancient world, but the characters might occasionally sound a bit more modern. I wanted to keep it lively and relatable, so don’t be surprised if you catch some phrases or expressions that feel like they belong in today’s world! ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** Caution: This book contains mature content and is intended for adult readers only. She was too weak to stand beside him. And his heart already belonged to another. Azura Moryn knows the rules of the Crescent Moon Pack:power is everything, and without it, you are nothing. Rankless and orphaned, she has survived on the edges by being invisible. But invisibility is not weakness, it’s a choice. Behind her quiet exterior is a resilient spirit, a surprising bravery, and a clumsy, lovable heart that refuses to be crushed, even when the odds are impossible. Rhydor Drakemire has everything. Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, feared and respected. Groomed for greatness. And deeply in love with the woman he plans to make his Luna. So when fate makes Azura his mate, the choice is simple. He rejects her. A weakling has no place beside an Alpha. And he refuses to give up the woman he loves. The bond should have shattered. Instead, something ancient awakens. Forbidden magic stirs beneath the pack lands. Golden light erupts. Pain tears through them both. And when they wake, the world is wrong. Azura opens her eyes inside the Alpha’s body, strong, powerful, untouchable. Rhydor wakes in hers, powerless, scorned, and unseen. Now their souls switch without warning, trapping them in each other’s skin while enemies circle closer and the pack begins to fracture. Every secret they uncover changes what they thought they knew, about strength, about weakness, about each other. And beyond the pack borders, a brutal Alpha King rises, draining Lunas and hunting power in his obsession with immortality. Old prophecies resurface. Whispers spread of a truth long buried: Only a female Alpha can bring him down. As forbidden magic stirs and betrayal creeps closer than loyalty, an ancient legacy refuses to stay buried any longer. Azura is about to learn the truth of her own blood. And the mate Rhydor rejected may be the one fate chose to change everything. Some bonds are broken by pride. Some curses are written in blood. And some destinies can only be uncovered…
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