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Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.
TheLoneQuill · 938.7k Views

The Cursed Alpha Prince's Replacement Bride

Amara, a wealthy aristocrat's well-bred daughter with a secret to hide, is thrown into despair when her world is suddenly shattered after discovering she isn’t the Caldwells' biological daughter. It was incredibly convenient for her father to discard years of love, devotion, and family ties, quickly sending her as a marriage tribute to a Werewolf Prince after receiving an invitation that, according to the Peace Treaty between Werewolves and Humans, required one of his daughters. It no longer mattered that she wasn’t truly a Caldwell, nor that she was already in love with someone else. So, on the night of her planned elopement with her lover, her fate with the monster was ruthlessly sealed. Forget that the Alpha Prince is a cursed monster—yet, why is he always in her face, treating her like his perfect plaything to pass the time? But most importantly, if he truly doesn't care about her, why do those who cross her suddenly disappear or get punished? — Excerpt: Amara could feel the tension in the way Alexander stood before her—the restraint in his silence, the weight of his attention pressing against her body. He shouldn’t be this close to her after cornering her against a tree. “Do you know what happens when I want something?” he asked, his voice dangerously controlled. Her breath trembled, but she shook her head. “I—I don’t know.” “I take it.” Amara inhaled sharply as she lifted her gaze to meet his dark, conflicted eyes, burning with something that made her heart stutter. “Then why haven’t you?” she whispered. His gaze dropped briefly to her lips. “Because if I cross that line,” he said, “I won’t stop.” “Then cross it.” Her voice was barely audible. Instantly, the restraint in Alexander’s eyes shattered. He lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a desperate, hungry kiss.
Paschalinelily · 891.2k Views

The Possessive Lord's Contract Wife

Eloise’s hand trembled as Damien closed the distance between them. “You know too much,” he said, his voice low yet threatening. “Then give me reason to keep your secret,” Eloise replied, her chin lifting with defiance. She had nothing to lose now with her father gone. Damien’s gaze softened, just enough to keep her confidence alive. “Be mine, Eloise. Only then will both our futures remain intact,” he accepted the proposal. *** Upon her bedridden father’s request, Eloise Wilkins travels to town to stay with her uncle’s family for the season. Whilst Elosie enjoys her stay, she is unaware of her uncle’s plans to steal the money her father has set aside for her to inherit after his death. One fateful night at a ball brings a shocking revelation about her father’s death, and the culprit behind it is someone she least expected. Before her uncle seals her fate, Eloise stumbles into a childhood friend whom she proposes to using a secret he needs to remain hidden to force him accept her offer. With the help of her new husband, could Eloise expose the truth behind her father’s death? … After a reunion with his childhood love, Damien Hawthorne does the unexpected and gets married to the ever-so-cheerful Eloise Wilkins. Damien uses his power to help Eloise expose her family’s deeds and reclaim what belongs to her. Given a second chance with Eloise, Damien doesn’t intend to let her slip between his fingers again.
Violet_167 · 496.9k Views

The obsidian debt blood of the silent sovereign

Synopsis: The Bastion of the Twelve ​The Bastion of the Twelve is a sweeping, serialized epic that explores the themes of absolute possessiveness, domestic survival, and the legacy of blood. Spanning over eighty-five years, the narrative follows the lives of Xuan and Ning, two souls who abandon the hollow prestige of the city and the "obsidian throne" to build a private, fortified dynasty atop a rugged mountain estate. ​The Core Conflict ​The novel is driven by the tension between the world they left behind—characterized by "rivals," "ghosts of the past," and "city filth"—and the rigid, self-sufficient reality they create. Xuan, a man of iron will and extreme devotion, acts as the architect and protector, while Ning, the emotional anchor, provides the "sabr" (patience) and grace required to endure decades of isolation. ​Narrative Arc ​The Foundation: The early chapters establish their retreat to the mountain, where Xuan meticulously replaces the fragility of modern life with "iron-reinforced" structures and "lead-weighted" stability. ​The Expansion: As the story progresses, the couple raises a son and a daughter—twins—who eventually bring their own partners and children into the fold. The mountain becomes a micro-civilization, featuring its own forge, weave-room, observatory, and library. ​The Late Years: By age eighty, Xuan and Ning witness the "Quadruple Quickening," as four women in the family (their daughter-in-law and granddaughters) become pregnant simultaneously. ​The Legacy: The novel culminates at age eighty-five with the arrival of six great-grandchildren—three sets of twins—mirroring the original twin birth of Xuan and Ning’s own children. ​Themes and Style ​The novel is written in a highly rhythmic, evocative style where every chapter consists of exactly 50 lines. It utilizes recurring motifs—the scent of salt, the sound of gulls, the "vibrating stone-ledge," and the "iron-reinforced" security of their home. ​The story concludes with Chapter 500, depicting an eighty-four-member family gathered on the highest terrace. It is a "very happy ending" that celebrates the total victory of private love over public ambition, proving that the only true kingdom is the one built through decades of shared labor and unyielding loyalty. ​The Guiding Principle: > "The misunderstanding that a 'king' in the city could offer a truer reign than this was a dead lie... They were the masters of the mountain, two souls who had traded the obsidian throne for the joy of life."
haoranvelvet · 86.1k Views

He's MY Omega; Marked By The Alpha I Don't Know{BL}

Ethan's life was going well... sort of. With three months to his wedding and almost enough savings to finally quit his stripping job, everything seemed almost perfect… Till his fiancé suddenly dumps him, and he loses everything he's ever built... in the span of one week. Standing at the edge of a storybuilding, he's about to throw himself off to end the suffocating pain when he suddenly gets a call... for an interview with a high-ranking company he never applied to. A company under the renowned Alpha Aurelian Vale. The S-tier Alpha who would change his life forever, and just may be tied to Ethan's present and past in more ways than he could even begin to imagine. The Alpha he THINKS he doesn't know. ******* "Why should I trust you? Isn't playing games the core of your business? Everything is a game to you. Even this... "He says, and I step closer to him... pushing myself against him, as I see fear return to his eyes. "You don't know me, Ethan. "I remind him, and I watch the anger in his eyes melt into stubbornness. "And you also don't know me, Mr. Aurelian! "He retorts, and I smirk. That's the Ethan I like. Feisty. "But I do know you. "I say, and he visibly gulps as beads of sweat begin to form across his forehead. "You're impulsive, stubborn, and daring. You are broken and hurting inside, but you mask all that pain with a smile. Never really healing from them, but burying them. Praying the day doesn't come when they rise from their graves. Your humour is your defence mechanism. It makes you feel stronger when you're intimidated or scared. "I continue, and his jaw drops as he gawks at me. I lean in closer to him, enjoying the heat of the proximity, as I drop low enough for my lips to brush against his ear, and his delicate orchid scent fills my lungs. "Am I wrong? "I question him, and he just blinks back. Visibly stunned by my words. I smile in satisfaction at him before stepping away from him, and once again I hit the emergency stop button. "I know you better than you think, Ethan. The sooner you understand this, the better. "I add before reaching for a cigar in my breast pocket and lighting it. I know it's against the rules, but I don't care. "You might want to cover that. "I say, pointing at the bulge in his pants, and he immediately turns red as he tries to drag his shirt down to cover it. Just then, the elevator doors open, and I smirk as people pour into the elevator, looking between Ethan and me. I see the stink eyes I get because of the cigar in my hand, but I only step out of the elevator because of the infant I see a mother carrying. As I leave Ethan behind, I send him a text. *Meet me in the car.*
Blue_Bird_4500 · 134.9k Views