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[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.

Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate? **** The candlelight quivered against the cracked walls of the old inn, shadows twisting like restless spirits. Eva froze as he wasn't suppose to be here! Hades sat in the crimson chair, his presence consuming the air, thick and suffocating, as if the world itself had bowed before him. Swirling the red liquid in his glass, his bright purple eyes never left the shadows, yet he knew she was there before she moved. "Who is it this time?" His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share."

“For years I have tried to tell you I was innocent, and what did you do?” “Briar, please,” Cassian tried to say. “It’s not like that―” “Like what?” I spat. “Not like you’ve tormented me my whole life? Not like you’ve used me and tried to have me killed?” “There was a reason for it,” Rowan tried to say. His eyebrows were furrowed together tightly as he took a step forward. He reached for my hand, and I quickly stepped back. Hurt flashed across his eyes. “We didn’t know―” “Of course you didn’t,” I said with a humorless laugh. “All you did was listen to the lies Violet told you. Even though I am your fated mate, you’ve ignored all my pleas to just listen to what I had to say.” “Briar, please listen to us,” Soren said. His eyes were red with desperation. “Please give us another chance.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m done waiting. I’m done hurting.” I met their gaze, mustering all the strength I had. I ignored the way their mark on my neck burned in protest. “You’ve made your bed,” I said. “Now it’s time to lie in it.” *** Briar Argyris was born into power, the youngest daughter of the revered Beta family of the Shadowclaw Pack―until the day she vanished. Kidnapped as a child and presumed dead, Briar returned years later, broken and bloodied at the border of her homeland. But her family had already moved on. Her sister, Willow, had grown into a prodigal daughter. As such, there was no room for the forgotten daughter. From the moment she came home, Briar was treated like a curse. Her presence seemed to poison Willow, and as such, Briar was forced to stay far away from her―in the omegas’ quarters. When Willow supposedly died, Briar's fate was sealed. The pack believed she was the murderer, and no one was willing to listen to her pleas. Until the Moon Goddess intervened. Right before her execution―her 18th birthday―Briar's destiny was revealed. She was the fated mate of not one, but three Alphas. Rowan. Soren. Cassian Hadeon. Childhood friends of Willow. Heirs of the Shadowclaw Pack. And her greatest tormentors. They wanted nothing to do with her―convinced she had destroyed the girl they loved, and fueled by the lies of Violet, Willow’s best friend. To them, Briar was nothing but a cruel joke of fate. Trapped in a bond she didn’t choose, hated by the men fate bound her to, Briar is determined to survive―even if her heart shatters in the process. Because the truth is still buried. And when it finally surfaces, the Alphas will learn that the girl they rejected is not only their true mate―she’s the key to everything they thought they lost. But will Briar still want them back after everything they've done? After all, the moon shines brighter outside the Shadowclaw Pack. Just because the triplets are dumb enough to let their fated mate go, doesn't mean that others will do the same... *** Updates 2-4 times a week for the month of April. Daily updates starting in May. Thank you for your support!

[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot with slow-burn smut. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.

In the heart of modern-day Delhi, 2026, a terrifying phenomenon begins to unfold young university students are mysteriously aging into old men overnight. The city is in a state of panic, and at the center of this chaos is Kiyan, a Chhayodhbhav (a nightborn entity who drains age and life force, the offspring of a Chhayagrasini). Cursed with an eternal hunger, Kiyan has roamed the earth for centuries, forced to steal the lifespan of others just to survive (umr choosna). Haunted by his own existence, he is a predator who desperately wishes to be human. Enter Aarav Sharma, an unassuming history student at Delhi University. Aarav's life takes a drastic turn when he unknowingly awakens the Devanshik (a divinely blessed one who wields divine power) abilities of his ancestor, Raja Manikya the very king whose lineage was sworn to eradicate the Chhayagrasini bloodline. When fate forces these two sworn enemies together, an ancient war is reignited. Aarav is caught between his duty to protect the city from the "monster" and his growing realization that Kiyan's golden eyes hide a soul-shattering pain. The mark of the Aadisrashta Chakra on Aarav's wrist begins to glow, signaling that the Devanshik and the Chhayodhbhav are "two branches of the same ancient root"and one cannot be whole without the other. With a secret organization named Aagya Sangathan (the Aagya organization) hunting them for their biological secrets, and the vengeful spirit of the Tamomayi (dark practitioner) Virbhadra seeking to reclaim Kiyan's power, the line between protector and destroyer blurs. Will Aarav strike down the enemy he was born to kill, or will he become the protector of the one person the world fears the most? “I am the end of your hunger, and you are the beginning of my curse.” #UrbanFantasy #MaleLead #HiddenPower #EnemiesToCompanions #ModernMagic #SupernaturalMystery #IndianMythology.” #UrbanFantasy #MaleLead #HiddenPower #EnemiesToCompanions #ModernMagic #SupernaturalMystery #IndianMythology

​"Dear Father, you taught me how to be a monster. It is only fair that you are the one to taste my monstrosity." ​Olivia Luceron was the perfect tool for her father, the Duke of Tharon. For years, she played the role of the devoted daughter, acting as a spy within her own marriage to dismantle her husband’s power and surrender his secrets. Her reward for such loyalty? A cold dungeon, a mutilated body, and a walk of shame through the streets of the Imperial Capital. ​She died hating the man she once worshipped, and grieving for the husband she had systematically destroyed. Duke Matthias—the man she treated with nothing but icy indifference—was the only one who stayed faithful to her until his final breath. ​But death was not the end. ​When Olivia opens her eyes, she finds herself back in time, exactly one year before her tragic end. Her platinum hair is unblemished, her skin is free of scars, and the husband she betrayed stands before her once again—with those same cold eyes, devoid of any warmth. ​In this life, Olivia seeks neither forgiveness nor love; she has long since lost faith in both. She has only one purpose: to play the "Perfect Wife" to atone for her sins, while systematically annihilating the Tharon bloodline—the very lineage that turned her into a monster before discarding her. ​She will wear the mask of ice the world expects to hide a heart of fire. But as she navigates a world of lethal poisons and imperial intrigue, she realizes that the silent Duke she once ignored hides a truth far more deadly than the House of Tharon itself. ​The hunt has begun. And this time, Olivia is no longer the prey—she is the hunter.

[WARNING: R18+ content, Depiction of Sexual Abuse and Psychological Dark Themes. Read at your own risk] *Dark Romance* *Morally Grey Main Characters* *Sexual Content* *Thriller* *Drama* *Mystery* A marriage built on hatred. A truth that changes everything. Elena Vaughn is the perfect heiress… poised, untouchable, and utterly hollow. Yet behind the flawless image is a woman known for breaking four engagements… and leaving ruin in her wake. Alaric Hale is everything she is not… respected, disciplined and fiercely protective of his family. Until a scandal tied to the Vaughns shattered his mother’s life and left him with only one thing… revenge. Years later… When a binding condition forces him to marry Elena, Alaric finally gets his chance to make her pay but Elena doesn’t fight back, doesn’t explain, and doesn’t even break. She simply accepted. Shocking right? The more he tries to destroy her, the more Alaric begins to realize that the woman he hates may not be the villain he believed… and the truth behind her silence might ruin them both.

Journee, an NYPD officer and Archer, an FBI agent are after a common mafia boss, but they don’t know it. They cross each other’s path at every corner and involuntarily destroy each other chances to make a case against him. Each unknowingly keeps sabotaging the other. If they get a chance, they will kill each other. Finally, they decide to work together to put him behind bars and… fall in love.

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.

[Gio] How can a woman be both my salvation and damnation? She came to hurt my family and she gutted me with betrayal. Now, she’s back and she won’t know what’s coming for her. I hold grudges and I intend to return the scars she left—only this time, I’ll make sure she’ll bleed to death. [Lia] He was the bane of my existence. The man I knew who would ruin me. And yet I let him. I did it to save my mother, but I ended up destroying myself in the process. He was the only man I swore would be the reason for my breathing…and yet on the last day I laid eyes on him, I swore I’d never see him again—even until my very last breath. ____________________________________ Never miss updates, announcements, new releases, free books, and giveaways by subscribing to my newsletter through: tinyurl.com/nixsignup Don't forget to follow all my socials for exclusive content, private insights on the characters, and other fun stuff that won't be posted in Webnovel. Instagram: @nix_vargas.author Facebook: @authornixxxie

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.

Vanessa is a powerful CEO who has just been betrayed by the man she loved.. one she had trusted and given up everything for. But he only wanted to use her. Never having known true love, she'd thought she'd found her 'one' What a fool she had been. Now, all she wants is someone easy to control, someone who won’t fight back and interfere with her plans. Or try to steal her money and inheritance. Her fiance, is not that man. But she has the perfect candidate in mind. Elliott Mae Ross. The Most beautiful man... And Elliott, with his angelic looks and quiet demeanor, seems like the perfect prey.. um husband. So what can a girl do but pursue a little white flower. Elliott Ross. The world believes that he needs to be protected. Showered with the title "National Younger Boyfriend', his delicate looks and features have attracted everyone, even stalkers. To anyone who has worked with Elliott Ross, he is a little innocent lamb with his big sparkly eyes. So, when he is forcefully romanced by the powerful Vanessa, how could he have refused... But not everything is as it seems. Vanessa thought she was bringing home a little white flower... how did it turn in a flesh eating monster? Help! Her 'sheep' turned out to be a wolf in disguise, who only ever wants to eat her now!! What was she going to do?

He was a playboy living the life he wanted, with everything going his way. She was an actress living the life she had fought for, with the future shining bright for her. They have never met, and their lives should have never intersected. Only, they did intersect. That day, she broke into his apartment and tied him to a chair for that small box that held the key to a whole empire. He smiled, laughed, and joked, until he could not anymore, because suddenly, their fates were now entangled, all because of a red string, all because of an old man who left one last gift for his beloved grandson, along with one last infuriating message: ‘Kid, fate is a marvelous thing, but it has never been kind to you. However, what one can not do, two will be able to. Even against the world, together, you will be able to stand. With the red string tied, your fates are now entangled, like two sides of the same coin, sharing pain and joy, fortune and misfortune. Of course, there is nothing that can't be undone. You will just need to find out the how by yourself, then get the true treasure. Till then, beware of the full moon. Hehe…’ Yes, a very infuriating message, and suddenly, nothing wanted to go his way anymore.

[Warning] This story contains mature themes including dark romance, obsession, power play, and elements of BDSM. Expect emotional manipulation, shame dynamics, and unconventional relationships. Reader discretion is advised. If there was one person Evangeline Hidalgo would kill,it would be Vincenzo Del Toro. But for the sake of her purity,she knew the only weapon she could possess should not have his blood on them--his tears would make a good substitute. *** Obsession is a damning fate and Vincenzo willingly walks towards it. From his expensive purchase of his bride to the sickening need to possess every breathing inch of her-Vincenzo finds himself in a one man cult.

“Fix my grandsons.” That was the only instruction the old billionaire gave. “Turn them into proper heirs… and I’ll change your life.” How could Eli possibly do that… when he’s just a broke college student juggling six jobs to survive. His goals are simple: 1. Survive college without drowning in debt. 2. Escape his wicked stepmother’s house. 3. Definitely not become someone’s sugar baby… or sugar daddies’ emotional support toy. But sometimes life throws you into the wrong fairytale. After a disastrous cleaning job in the Donovan mansion, Eli finds himself sitting before the terrifying grandfather with a contract that could change his life: Live in the mansion as the housekeeper And turn the billionaire grandchildren into responsible heirs before the old man retires. Which already sounds impossible enough. What happens when the coldest grandson in the family suddenly proposes something even more outrageous? A contract marriage! Now Eli isn’t just the help anymore….he’s the contract fiancé of a Donovan heir, living in a mansion filled with four chaotic heirs who clearly have no intention of behaving. And if he thought that was bad… They are acting very naughty about it. Way too interested, curious, and pushing him toward trouble he never asked for. But the mansion hides more than bratty billionaires and family drama. There are secrets buried behind locked doors. Dangerous family politics. And someone might be planning something that ends with a body on the floor. The deeper Eli gets into the Donovan family, the clearer it becomes that the grandfather didn’t choose him by accident. The old pocket watch Eli inherited from his mother…might hold the key to a secret tied to the Donovan empire itself. Now Eli has to survive….. A fake marriage. Four chaotic heirs. Secrets strong enough to ruin the entire family. And the terrifying possibility of falling for the one man who was never supposed to love him back. If he’s not careful… Eli might not make it out of this mansion alive. Help! From the author of: Glass Hearts [BL] and The Pleasure Letters. Content Warning: This novel contains mature themes, including strong language, dark and light romance, psychological tension, steamy scenes, and emotional triggers. Reader discretion is advised.

Phoebe Fortunata. She had it all, the face of an angel, a business empire, and wealth that could buy the world. Yet, none of it could save her from the shattered heart. The man she loved, the one she built from nothing, repaid her with the ultimate betrayal. Driven by a desperate need to feel numb, Phoebe flees to Europe. At an Exclusive Club, drowned in the haze of expensive alcohol, she loses control. In her self destruction, she falls into the arms of a man who breathes absolute power. A night of reckless passion was supposed to be her escape, but she never thought her attempt to be free would instead open the gates to a burning golden cage. To Raymond, women were of no interest. They were mere shadows, bodies and lusts to be bought and discarded at will. But Phoebe is a wildfire he can’t extinguish. His obsession deepens when he discovered the fact that Phoebe is carrying his heir. "I don't love you, bastard! What kind of world can you possibly offer me? I already have everything!" "I could burn the world if you make me jealous. Take care of my baby in your womb, and your life will be under my absolute protection!" "I don't care about this baby, let alone you! You are both a mistake!" "You are mine forever, Princess!" Now, Phoebe is trapped in the cage of a man whose hands are stained with blood and whose arrogance knows no bounds. The further she runs, the deeper she sinks into Raymond's dangerous world, until a shocking secret surfaces. Will Phoebe fall in love with a devil like Raymond or will she burn in the golden cage she lit? Or perhaps … will a miracle arrive in the form of a peaceful love from another man?

I was sold to a monster, but I became a widow before the wedding night even began. Don Gio died in our bridal suite, leaving me untouched and terrified. I thought I was free... until the door burst open. Enter Nico Ferrante, the exiled heir and ruthlessly handsome devil who hated his father... and was now, my stepson. With a gun pointed at my head, I told the only lie that could save me from being executed as a gold-digger: "Don't shoot! I’m pregnant with the heir!" Nico didn't pull the trigger. Instead, he cornered me, stripping my soul bare with his dark eyes. He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over my neck, and whispered the secret that should have killed me: "My father was impotent, little liar... Or should I say... step-mother?" But he didn't expose me. Instead, he offered a wicked arrangement. The Mafia Council demands an heir to prevent a war? Fine. He will give me one. Now, I am trapped in a golden cage, playing the grieving widow by day and submitting to my stepson’s dark demands by night. It’s a business transaction... But why does his touch set my body on fire? We are committing the ultimate sin for a crown of blood. But what happens when the lie becomes real?

Yurio Darava is mocked as the “Good-for-Nothing Darava,” bullied by nobles, overshadowed by the royal heirs, manipulated by the girl he once adored, and crushed under the unbearable weight of the Darava name. But when the Pixie Dragon bonds with him in front of the entire imperial court… Everything. Changes. The dragon’s roar declares one truth: The Heir of Darava has awakened. With the Pixie’s power comes a price — Yurio must reclaim his stolen heirloom, uncover the truth behind Eliza’s schemes, and conquer every ancient dragon that once belonged to the Darava bloodline. All while protecting the people precious to him. To have a peaceful fantasy life, he must. For this, he reluctantly joins forces with the Four Heirs of Eldrim — Odys, Zinac, Alfer, and Luan — deadly, brilliant, and formerly his rivals. And this is where Yurio’s real problem begins. Because suddenly… Why is Alfer giving him that smug smile every time he talks!? Why is Zinac acting like an unhinged clown only when Yurio is around!? When did they become “friends”!? And Odys… why the hell is his face glowing like a romance protagonist!? What is with that intensity!? Also WHAT are Luan and Vivian doing behind the scenes!? Author… what’s wrong with your characters!?

“I will not be marked.” Neo said. He turned his neck to look at Bryce. “Step back.” The threat in his tone was clear. “Or I’ll make you step back.” ~ Neo was betrayed and left to die in the most important mission of his life. When he opened his eyes again, it was ten years later and the world had moved on without him. He, who was once the strongest hunter on Mars, suddenly became a civilian without any of his abilities. Neo has to build himself up from scratch but his sync partners—the people who are supposed to be his soulmates—are set on holding him back and controlling him. In addition, Mars has become something else and is no longer the home he dearly remembers. Neo’s return stirs up forces that are greater than anything imaginable as he takes it upon himself to rectify things. His righteous actions gain him more enemies than friends. And somehow, his soulmates seem to be among those enemies.