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[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

***The story is still being updated. Slowly.*** Violet Velmont. A girl raised to be a princess is given away by her father to be bred by 5 lustful princes. Violet is determined to change the brothers, and refuses to back down. But the brothers have a long way to go. They're cruel and cold. With each brother having their own very distinct personalities, poor Violet will have her work cut out for her. With countless trials, they will all be tested. The worst part, just as things start getting good for her, her world crashes again and when a problem with wolf shifters arise, and it will cost her the person she loves most. Violet's whole world hangs in the balance. Can love save her? Can love conquer the princes? Or will loss break her? EX: He uses his body to push her towards the water and he rubs her again he presses the front half She was so surprised by how good this felt. How badly she wanted him to bite her. And just as she finished that thought he stuck his hands between her legs again, and then he bit her on the opposite side of Oliver's bite. The bite burned her core undoing her as he played with her clit with his fingers and then sliding them inside her. Holding her body hostage with his fangs and fingers she completely submitted to his whims. He could have whatever he wanted in that moment and she wouldn't complain a bit. Pulling his fingers out of her and sucking her juices off them he says "You really are the best thing I've ever tasted. And now I know why my brothers are struggling not to fuck you and are fighting over you. I don’t think we can wait until the full moon to start breaking you in." The Sequel/Spin Off is out now! "I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha"

Anna came to her sister older house only to stay temporarily. Not to fall into the most dangerous kind of beauty she had ever seen. Alaric Devano—husband of Evelyn Seraphina and Lyanna Mirelle’s brother-in-law—was everything forbidden: handsome, cold, immensely wealthy, dominant… and he stared at Anna far too long for a man who was supposed to ignore her. At first, Anna thought it was mere courtesy. But it wasn’t. He noticed every detail about her. How she stood. How she feared. How she tried to keep her distance. And every time they were alone… he forgot that Anna was his sister-in-law. More dangerously? Anna did not resist. She kept coming back—as if something within her called out, demanded, and claimed her. “He’s my sister's husband. I must not fall into his embrace. But obsession always triumphs over reason. And Alaric… never loses.”

Caroline Riviera was not your regular do-it-without-complaints town girl. She was bold, defiant and smart, a dangerous combo that had left her as an undesired spinster or at least that's what she thought. In a town where women were traded as commodities, there were brutes and then there was a category solely dedicated to Rodney Casimero, the town's most feared bachelor and his flirty playboy of a brother, Guillermo Sandoval. As fate would have it, their paths cross each other unleashing deadly sparks between a spinster who has built a high wall around her emotions and a bachelor who smashes every wall in his way.

#DarkRomance #PossessiveAlpha #FeistyOmega #RoyalCourt #SlowBurnBond #Mpreg #ABO #Yaoi #Collar #Dominant The Mad King of Saha stands seven-foot-three, ruling a sleek modern empire with a reputation for brilliance and madness. He lost one mate to his brother-in-arms and swore never again. Then a wedding, a poisoned glass… and Christopher Malek. A sharp-tongued stand-in server who thinks he saves a king but only blows his own cover: he’s a dominant omega, unmarked and unbonded. Will a mad king and a hidden omega bend toward each other… or will the court tear them apart before a bond can even form? Order of Books: [BL] Reborn as the Empire’s Most Desired Omega Caught by the Mad Alpha King

Warning: Matured content. Maya DeLuca was born as a result of adultery. She is the fruit of the shameful love affair her married mother had. Her mother passed away shortly after giving birth, leaving Maya to bear the consequences of her mother's sins. Right from birth, Maya was loathed by everyone in her family, especially her stepfather, her late mother’s husband. Maya is the evidence of his wife's betrayal; hence, she is a thorn in his flesh. He abused her, punishing her for her mother’s betrayal. Maya is a junior chef at a five-restaurant and also works as a waitress at her Stepfather’s gentlemen's club to pay off the debt she owes him. Maya's Life becomes more complicated when she gets entangled with a handsome billionaire, Dalton Black, as he hires her as his personal chef. Maya obliviously captivated Dalton's heart as love blossomed between them. However, to fight for her love for Dalton Black, Maya must face the nefarious plans devised by Dalton Black's enemies and those who wish to break them apart.

Willow wakes in a hospital bed broken, medicated, and alone. She is told her life ended weeks ago. Her fiancé stands beside her and calmly explains that they broke up before the accident. That the separation was mutual. That he stayed only out of decency. He is already with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and he speaks as if this has always been the truth. The room accepts it. Doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion. Nurses soften their voices. The same explanation is repeated with quiet confidence until it begins to sound official. Documented. Settled. Then Willow looks to the one person who might contradict him. He does not. Her fiancé’s closest friend who despises her, says nothing. He simply nods once. A small, controlled gesture that confirms everything without saying a word. With that, the past closes. Every detail they recount contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks erased. Conversations rewritten. A relationship reassigned without her consent. If she protests, she will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. She will sound unstable. Emotional. Confused. So she stays silent. And in that silence, something colder begins to form. Why would her fiancé need the past rewritten now, when she cannot safely object. Why would his closest friend choose this moment to agree. And what was decided about her while she lay unconscious. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance. Some knives do not need to be seen. They cut because no one hears them move.

Jessica found herself trapped in a cruel game orchestrated by her adopted father. He drugged her and sent her to a man's bed. By the time her adopted sister returned, their father had already sold her to yet another man. Caught between a passionate affection she cannot return and a rough love she covets, Jessica faced a difficult decision: whom should she choose?

Andrea broke up with her girlfriend, ran a red light, and died. Or at least, she thought she did. Instead, she wakes up as the sister of a duke in a world ruled by nobility and bloodlines. Determined to escape this false life, Andrea searches for a way out—until she meets a princess whose gaze lingers a little too long. Something about her makes Andrea stop running. Against her better judgment, she accepts the life she was given. “Okay. Fine. I’ll live as a duke’s sister. How bad would it be?”

High school sweethearts find themselves face to face once again after forever. This time, one has a girlfriend who is busy getting some side sex and the other feels deceived, considering the fact that his ex is now a 'straight' guy who is actively ignoring him. For Trevon, getting over Eli had been the single most difficult thing he had ever had to do and when he had finally managed to achieve some form of normalcy in his life, Eli waltzes back in like he had never left before. But Trevon is not about to let Eli ruin him again that easily. It didn't matter what he had to do....one thing was as clear as his future, he would make Elisha writhe under him once again as he rode his senses into oblivion.

Iren Hale signs the contract because he has no choice. Drowning in debt and facing consequences he can’t escape, he accepts a deal offered by Kael Ardent a powerful man who doesn’t explain much and doesn’t ask twice. The terms are simple on paper stability, protection, discretion. What the contract doesn’t say is how completely it will rearrange Iren’s life. Kael doesn’t demand affection. He doesn’t force intimacy. He only assumes obedience. Control comes quietly through routines, rules framed as care, and choices that stop feeling like choices at all. Iren tells himself it’s temporary. That he’s trading time for safety. That this isn’t ownership. But when the contract begins to feel safer than freedom, and walking away hurts more than staying, Iren realizes the real danger was never the paper he signed. It was the man who believed consent, once given, never expires.

Have you ever loved someone enough to let them ruin you? Hatred turns intimate. Violence turns protective. Control turns possessive. Lines blur until neither knows where revenge ends and devotion begins. This is not a love story. It’s a descent. A dark romance of power, cruelty, obsession, and the kind of attachment that doesn’t ask to be healthy—only eternal.

Three years ago, the Zahryssar Empire saved the Northern Kingdom of Thalryn from absolute annihilation. In gratitude—and desperation—Duke Veyrhold of Thalryn swore a vow to the Coiled Throne: he would send a bride to the Serpent Emperor. But gratitude soon turned to fear. The ruler of Zahryssar, Zeramet Karash, Prime Alpha of a bloodline, was rumored to be a monster—the Serpent King who wiped out his own bloodline, a ruler no consort had ever survived, and a sovereign who could erase a person’s very identity. No omega stepped forward and the promise remained unfulfilled. Until Zahryssar demanded payment. “If I could save your kingdom,” the Emperor declared, “I can erase it just as easily.” With war threatening once more and innocent lives at stake, the Duke made a final choice to send his own omega daughter—only to be refused by her; she chose death over being sent to a monster. And then, his son stepped forward. Levin Veyrhold, Alpha heir of House Veyrhold—warrior, future heir of Veyrhold—offered himself instead. No Omega could survive the Serpent Emperor… but perhaps an Alpha could. In a world where vows are law, power is biology, and love is the most dangerous defiance of all, can Levin Veyrhold survive the serpent emperor?

Beastmen / Reverse Harem/ Smut / Zombies When the world ends, Felicity expects to die quietly. Instead, she wakes to a ruined world crawling with monsters, beastmen, and dangers she was never meant to survive. Small, soft spoken, and terrified, Felicity has only one advantage: a strange power buried deep inside her that even she does not understand. Saved by Victor, a cold, powerful beastman with wings sharp enough to cut the sky, Felicity is pulled into a brutal new reality where strength decides everything and mercy is rare. Victor does not protect lightly, and once he chooses someone, he does not let go. As they travel through shattered cities and hostile territory, Felicity must learn to survive, to fight, and to claim her place in a world that no longer has room for weakness. Monsters lurk in the shadows, alliances are fragile, and desire burns just as fiercely as fear. In a beast ruled apocalypse, survival is not enough. To live, Felicity must become something more. The fire snapped, spitting sparks into the night. When Felicity blinked, Victor was closer. She had not seen him move. One moment he was across the clearing, watching the dark with those sharp, unreadable eyes, and the next he was right in front of her, his shadow swallowing hers. “You nearly died back there,” he said quietly. She tried to laugh, but it came out wrong. “It’s probably going to happen again. That seems to be my thing.” Victor’s gaze lingered on her face, then softened in a way she did not expect. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, his touch rough but careful, as if he were afraid of breaking her. “Not if I can help it,” he said. The fire crackled between them. Felicity’s heart raced as his thumb lingered at her cheek, warmth spreading through her chest at the smallest touch. The world seemed to narrow until there was only him, steady and solid, and the terrifying comfort of knowing she was no longer alone. For the first time since the world had ended, Felicity felt something dangerous bloom in her chest. Hope. hi this is my first book be gentle english is my first language art is my own

"I didn't take you to settle a debt, Seraphina. I took you because your face is the only thing that haunts me more than my sins." Seraphina Thorne was a girl born into light, until her brother’s mistakes dragged her into the darkness. To pay for a crime she didn't commit, she is handed over to Silas Vane—the "Reaper" of the city and a billionaire whose heart is rumored to be made of obsidian. Silas is unhinged, obsessive, and dangerously protective. He doesn't want her family's empire; he wants her. He believes she is the only thing that can keep his inner demons at bay. Seraphina thinks she’s a prisoner; Silas thinks she’s his salvation. In a world of velvet shadows and dark desires, the rules are simple: 1. You belong to him. 2. You do not leave without his permission. 3. Touch him, and you’re his. Touch another, and they’re dead.

I was nothing special. A shut-in. A chubby, ordinary girl who blended into the background like a shadow. Easy to ignore. Easier to mock. The world never ran out of ways to remind me I didn’t belong. Cruel jokes in hallways. Laughter that followed me home. Words sharper than blades, carving deeper than bruises ever could. Bit by bit, I shrank into myself until there was nothing left but silence and the weight of my own loneliness. That night, I decided I’d had enough. The chair creaked under me. The rope swayed above. My room was still, suffocating, as if the world didn’t care whether I breathed or not. And maybe it didn’t. Then—music. It came from the neighbor’s stereo, muffled through the thin walls. A single voice cutting into the darkness. A voice that shouldn’t have reached me, but did. Strong. Raw. Alive. It wrapped around me like a hand pulling me back from the edge. The lyrics told me not to hide my light. That even if it flickered, it still burned. I gasped, stumbling from the chair, clutching my chest as though those words had physically struck me. Tears blurred my vision, but for the first time in forever, they weren’t from pain—they were from something I thought I’d lost. Hope. That voice saved me. His voice. Eric. The lead singer of AUREA—the boyband that would one day become gods in the music world. To me, he wasn’t just an idol. He was my lifeline. And then . . . years later, when he died, the world mourned. I mourned. The one who saved me, the reason of my life, was gone, ripped from life far too soon. I thought it was over. But fate had other plans. One desperate wish, one shattered night, and when I opened my eyes—I was ten years in the past. Before the world knew AUREA. Before Eric was swallowed by fame. Before his voice was silenced forever. I’m just Emy—ordinary, clumsy, and invisible to most. But this time . . . it’s my turn. Eric saved me once. Now, I’ll save him. No matter what it takes.

‘Even the darkest nights will end, and the sun will rise again.’ The universe proved the saying wrong by all means when the earth fell into a state of everlasting darkness. Because of the unexpected turn of events, people struggled to turn their day-to-day life into night-to-night life. But this surfaced as a blessing for some. After all, not all are diurnal. And then there’s Lyra. Couldn’t accept the nightlife, couldn’t deny it either. Until she crashes into the wrong person at the wrong place when it's always the wrong time. Now survival is an important thing. But how is she supposed to live through the world when living made her the enemy of humankind?

A young girl battles the storms of life-family struggles, heartbreak, career setbacks, and overwhelming responsibilities. In the darkest moments, she clings to hope, searching for the light that will guide her through. One day she meets a man who feels like light-but is he the one meant to stay and heal her darkness, or just the one who teaches her what love should feel like ?

Olivia Carter, a 16-year-old-girl who has been unlucky all her life, is forced to marry the fearsome Duke of Forest to save her family from ruin. A wedding without a groom, a marriage from which nothing is expected will end up surprising the ducal couple. A love filled with passion, lust, and full of amusing misunderstandings is about to begin.

Chained in silver and hunted, Serena collapses into the arms of the Alpha Prince of Drakenfell. Dexmon knows instantly... she is his fated mate. But he is betrothed to another and bound by duty. So he does not claim what is his. He does not touch her. He does not mark her. And he is in a constant battle with his instincts. His wolf howls for her. Dragons bow to her. And men begin to circle. But Serena is not the helpless girl he expected. In fact, she is not who anyone thought she was. Power follows her whether she wants it or not. Dexmon is forced to watch as the woman meant for him becomes the most dangerous temptation in the realm. In Drakenfell, what is not claimed is taken. And fire always leaves scars. ----------------------------------- Author’s Note (R18) This story contains mature content intended for adult readers. If you enjoy fated mates, obsessive alphas, and moments where love and control blur together, welcome to Drakenfell.