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Born an heir. Enslaved before her tenth summer. Nova Moonveil spent seven years in silver chains after her pack was slaughtered and her crown stolen. Broken, silent, and forgotten, she survives as an Omega in a court ruled by monsters. When Alpha King Finric Shadowclaw arrives to claim a political bride, he scents her instead. He takes her as part of the bargain. Her escape ignites war. Hunted by her past and trapped in a court where cruelty wears a crown, Nova must survive long enough to awaken the ancient blood buried inside her. Because she was never meant to be a slave. She was meant to be a queen. ------------------------------------------ Author's Note: Rated R (18+)

This isn’t a story you’re reading. This is your dream. One you’ve had before, maybe. One you almost forgot. You won’t remember when it began. You won’t be told how. Only that you’re already in it. You married him. Not for love—not that either of you would admit to. A twist of fate. A quiet arrangement. No one spoke of feelings. And so they stayed—unspoken. There were always those stolen seconds. The times your hand almost touched his. The way he looked away too quickly. The silence that said too much. But feelings have a way of living in silence. In glances held a little too long. In footsteps paused near closed doors. You will not be called by name in these pages. Because this story is yours. Your breath. Your skin. Your heart. Let go of the rules. Let go of beginnings. Let this undo you. Some dreams don't begin, they just return. Turn the page only when you’re ready to fall asleep awake.

Follow the story of Tianlian Liu Shu, a tree who didn't know anything at first and struggles to survive and extend her roots through the cosmos. The World she lives in is filled with fantastic sights and strange new cultures, and there is something everybody in this World has: A system. Moreover, even while she is a tree, she has people who will fawn over her...? "Tiantian, does the Sun feel good on your leaves today?" "Liu Liu, I've found this delicious compost made of natural extract~." "Tian'er, does the wind feel good on your branches?" Tianlian Liu Shu, a female tree, didn't really know what to do with these fawning women. patreon.com/Mortrexo Uploading also on Scribblehub. Uploading also on Wattpad. Uploading also on Archive Of Our Own. Uploading also on Royal Road. Uploading on Fenrirealm Discord-> https://discord.gg/NJN2GcgRwb Novel Cover: patreon.com/posts/ascension-of-97475506

To love is to give yourself away to place your heart in trembling hands. To lose is to hear the hollow echo of what once filled you, a silence heavier than sound. To heal is to learn that broken things do not lose their light, but often shine brighter than before. Healing is not forgetting, nor is it pretending the wound was never there. It is choosing, again and again to breathe, even when every breath burns. And though the world may not understand the weight you carry, still, you remain. Still, you are enough. Still, you are alive.

To be rejected by her childhood sweetheart, her best friend and claimed by her parents' murderer. Nova Silvercrest survived three failed awakenings, was publicly humiliated and betrayed by her childhood friend--all in one night. Then the Lycan King stepped out of the shadows and took her as his fated mate, breaking everything she thought she knew about herself. Turns out being "wolfless” was a lie, and that her parents' deaths wasn’t a random outcome of the war. And the bond burning between her and the fierce Lycan King may be the only real thing in this life where lies are built trap by trap. But how do you tell who to trust in this world, where mate bonds can be faked, and power comes at a price in blood?

To everyone in the Full Moon Pack, Hailee Stones was just an omega, the quiet daughter of the pack house cook. No one ever guessed she was more than that. As an omega, she was often overlooked, belittled, and disrespected, especially by Nathan, the Alpha’s son. He always singled her out, teasing and tormenting her in ways she couldn’t understand. Why did he bother to notice someone like her at all? Everything began to change when Callum, the Alpha heir of the Nightshade Pack, transferred to Moonridge Academy to finish his final year. The school was located in Full Moon Pack territory, and Hailee was surprisingly chosen to be his guide. But they weren’t the only ones to cross paths. Nathan's cousin, Dane, the charming and mysterious Beta heir of the Snowmoon Pack, known for always getting what he wanted, also took a sudden interest in her. Dane, who had never glanced twice at an omega before, seemed drawn to the fiery girl who refused to bow her head. Things escalated quickly. Soon, all three young heirs, Nathan, Callum, and Dane, were fighting for her attention. The tension between them grew unbearable, and Hailee was caught in the middle, torn and confused by her feelings for each of them. Then, just a week before her eighteenth birthday, everything changed. Hailee slept with all three of them… on the very same day. And the very next morning, she vanished without a trace. Ten years later, Hailee returned to the Full Moon Pack. But she wasn’t alone. She came back with three boys, triplets, each bearing a startling resemblance to one of the men she had left behind. Now Nathan, Callum, and Dane each claim that at least one of the boys is their son, if not all three. As for Hailee? She has no idea who the true father or fathers are.

Fate cannot be broken. And apparently, bonds written in blood cannot be wiped. Lyra learnt it the hard way. Through blood and tears. Through the name of Amias Sorin. A fate denied for decades is back to light after the world is left within darkness. And two souls who had once decided to abandon each other is tied again, this time, with no escape. They don't know yet. Not of the bond, not the destiny. But they know the end, the one which they desperately look away from. But in a world full of enemies, who else is there to rely on than the one neatly tied to your heart and soul?

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains dark themes, explicit smut,traumatic experience, emotional trauma, betrayal and humiliation. BUT! It also contains humor, sarcasm, love, dotting mate and lots of comedy between the male lead and female lead. ★★ Synopsis ★★ They called her wolf-less, a disgrace, a curse. The girl who killed her brother and brought shame to her pack. For seventeen years, she endured nothing but hatred—from her Alpha, her pack and even from her own biological family. She has been beaten down, enslaved, and unloved. Yet she never broke. Until her first heat led her into where she wasn't supposed to be. That night, she met him. Lucian. The beast king who had slumbered for so many years. Cold. Ruthless. Deadly and the worst part starved. He drained her blood for his thirst … and by an unfortunate mistake, marked her as his mate. Now, the bond has awakened a secret no one was meant to know. With the pack baying for her blood and the enemies court hungering for her power, she has only two choices. Bow to fate and become the mate of her sworn enemy… Or burn the world that betrayed her. •♪♪• Hi my name is Isabella and follow me through my journey of self discovery, growth, love and vengeance. #StrongFL #fromhatefulltoDottinghusband #Powercouple #EnemytoLovers #Fatedmate

Sonia Sawyers, a thrice-divorced woman, marries Liam Sinclair in a flash marriage, believing he is the reincarnation of a past love she owes and wronged. Cursed to never find true romantic bliss unless she makes amends to the past love, Sonia plans to spoil Liam and give him the best life that he deserves, especially when riddled with a strange terminal illness that doesn’t give him much time to live. As they navigate their relationship, a new love interest pushed by his mother complicates matters and threaten their bond. Despite the curse’s power, which makes all the men she gets involved in be drawn to their soulmates when with her, she finds herself falling for Liam with each passing day. But then, amidst such matters, a man who resembles her past love’s reincarnation completely appears, complicating matters to the extreme. Sonia become torn between the two. Should she follow her heart and risk everything for Liam, or make amends with her past and potentially lose her only chance at happiness? As Liam’s mother pushes him towards another woman, Sonia faces an impossible choice. Will she follow her heart or fate? Can she break the curse and find true love with Liam, or will he leave her for his soulmate?

The night at the Lockwood estate was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of a hundred years. I stood on the balcony, the music from the ballroom fading into a haunting hum, and for a moment, the world felt still. Then, the air changed. Silas stepped out of the shadows, his presence a cooling balm to the fever of the evening. When he looked at me, it wasn’t just my face he saw—it was my soul, the broken parts I had tried so hard to hide. He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, hesitant, as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to wake from. "You look like a memory," he whispered, his emerald eyes bright with a sorrow that mirrored my own. "But you feel like the future. I’ve spent a century in the dark, Lyra, just waiting for a light I didn't believe existed until I saw you." His touch was a soft frost, a promise of protection, a love that wanted to mend the cracks in my heart. For a heartbeat, I believed in miracles. I believed I could be more than the girl who survived the bridge. But then, a shadow cut through the moonlight. Jax was leaning against the stone railing, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a smirk that felt like a blade. He didn't look at me with reverence; he looked at me with a hunger that made my blood sing in terror and desire. He stepped into my space, displacing the peace Silas had brought, smelling of woodsmoke and a dangerous, beautiful ruin. "Don't listen to him, little bird," Jax drawled, his blue eyes raking over me with a lethal intensity. "He wants to worship you in a cathedral of lies. I want to show you the truth. My brother loves the saint he thinks you are. I love the chaos I know is hidden beneath that pretty skin." He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear, a stark contrast to Silas’s chill. "He’ll catch your fall, Lyra. But I’m the one who will teach you how to fly in the dark." I stood between them—the moon and the storm. One offered a sanctuary built on secrets; the other offered a throne built on blood. And as I looked from the emerald gaze of the man who wanted to save me to the icy stare of the man who wanted to claim me, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn't just look like the woman who destroyed them. I was the spark that would finally set their world on fire. In the shadow of Mystic Ridge, the hunt for a heart has begun. One love will crown her. The other will bleed her dry.

Luca Moretti ,moved through the world like a storm contained in an Armani suit. At twenty-eight, he was a heir of Moretti empire—a conglomerate of legitimate businesses that bloomed like flowers atop deeply buried, less savory roots, the parent he only knew was his grandpa. His life was a curated exhibition of excess: penthouse views of the city's glittering skyline, cars that purred like contented predators, and a revolving door of beautiful, interchangeable companions who never stayed long enough to see the cracks in the gilded facade. He's only have grandfather, Vittorio, the family's aging patriarch, watched Luca's escapades from his oak-paneled study with a mixture of amusement and concern. "A tree with shallow roots falls in the first storm," Vittorio would rumble, but Luca only heard the distant echo of an old world. He was modern, untouchable, a prince of a shadow kingdom. #OTHER SIDE Across the city, in a neighborhood where the buildings wore their age like a weary sigh, lived Melissa Vance , beautiful young woman. Her world was measured in bus fares, overdue textbooks, and the quiet, heroic fatigue in her mother's eyes. At twenty-two, Melissa navigated her final year at Hillcrest's College on a scholarship that felt as thin as tissue paper, stretched over tuition, rent, and her mother's medical bills. Their life was a delicate balancing act of hope and relentless practicality. Her beauty was not the cultivated kind found in Luca's circles; it was in her intelligent grey eyes, the stubborn set of her jaw as she worked late shifts at *The Grind*, a campus coffee shop(Cáfe), and the gentle strength with which she braided her mother's thinning hair. Their worlds were parallel lines, engineered by fate and fortune never to meet. Maybe fate has it way or?

For over a hundred years, the village of Moonridge has existed only at the mercy of a single, undying terror—Lord Dreadveil, an immortal tyrant no blade can wound and no rebellion has ever survived. His raids come without warning. Crops vanish. Families disappear. Hope itself is slowly erased by the passing of eternal years. In utter desperation, one woman once knelt before the silent gods and offered her life in exchange for a miracle. That miracle was answered with the birth of Elena. Fourteen years later, Elena lives a fragile, ordinary life—balancing school, friendships, and the quiet warmth she shares with Rowan, the boy who never leaves her side. Along with her friends Selene and Kara, she dreams of a future beyond fear. But destiny does not allow peace to last. When Lord Dreadveil’s forces return to Moonridge in a night of fire and slaughter, Elena’s world is ripped apart. Her parents are murdered. Her home is shattered. And the girl born from a prayer is thrown into a war she never chose. With grief burning in her heart and vengeance guiding her steps, Elena and her friends seek the one man who ever survived the immortal—Mr. Calder, a broken warrior hiding from the past. Under his ruthless training, they are initiated into a hidden reality where spiritual power, ancient gods, and soul-forged weapons determine life and death. As enemies grow stronger and truths darker, Elena’s love for Rowan deepens in a world where every tomorrow is uncertain. For beneath the shadow of an undying monster, even love becomes an act of defiance. To kill an immortal, Elena must rise beyond the limits of humanity. And to protect the one she loves… she may have to challenge eternity itself.

In a futuristic world where technology has lifted humanity from all burdens, Aisling is different. She dreams of a lost era... of ancient wars, fallen cities, and a shadowy alliance that vanished after the last great conflict of mankind. While others enjoy comfort, Aisling is haunted by memories that aren't hers. In her dreams, she walks alongside forgotten warriors, faces the infamous warlord Drakhtor, and searches for the truth behind the Twelve - a legendary Brotherhood thought to be gone forever. But the dreams are growing stronger. And she's not the only one having them. As the Brotherhood begins to awaken across timelines, Aisling must uncover what really happened in the final days of the old world... or something far greater than memory may be stirring. A girl between realities. A war erased from history. A Brotherhood that refuses to die. But what if the truth she's searching for... isn't the one she's meant to find?

Chained in silver and hunted, Serena collapses into the arms of the Alpha Prince of Drakenfell. Dexmon knows the truth the instant he touches her. She is his fated mate. His wolf surges. Instinct screams for possession. But he is bound by duty. So he does not claim her. He tells himself she is a broken omega running for her life. She is not. She knows the castle’s hidden tunnels as if she was raised within its walls. Dragons bow when she passes. Power follows her, whether she wants it or not. Fragments surface. Echoes. A life buried beneath this one. When the mark reveals itself, denial becomes impossible. Serena is the prophesied chosen one. The Dragon Queen Incarnate. The one his soul is meant for, not just in this life. Dexmon wages a private war against his instincts and his wolf, against an ache that never fades. Every breath near her is torture. Every glance is a mistake. He is forced to watch as the woman meant for him rises and becomes the most dangerous temptation in the realm. When the same dark forces that annihilated her pack rise again within Drakenfell’s borders, Serena refuses to let history repeat itself. Not in this life. ----------------------------------- 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.

Ye Xiaoxiao is a kind-hearted, somewhat clumsy "marshmallow girl" working as a humble production assistant on a film set. Her life takes a supernatural turn when she picks up an ancient, engraved silver ring at a flea market. What she thought was a cheap trinket becomes her undoing: after a sudden, mysterious coma, she wakes up to find herself in the body of Qiao Fei—the elite prima ballerina and heiress to the wealthy Qiao family. ​However, she isn't alone. The real Qiao Fei remains tethered to her side as a disembodied soul. Cold, arrogant, and sharp-tongued, Qiao Fei is trapped in a spiritual limbo, unable to reclaim her physical form. ​Meanwhile, back in the hospital, Xiaoxiao’s original body remains in a deep sleep, showing no signs of waking. The only clue to this mystery is the silver ring on her wrist. Whenever a certain name is mentioned, it pulses with a faint, rhythmic light—acting as both a mystical summons and a haunting reminder: ​Her heart, and the life she left behind, still belong to the other world.

The Moon Goddess made a mistake— or maybe this was a curse just like everyone says it is. But I always knew deep down that I was never meant to be theirs. They belonged to her. To my twin sister, Chalice, who was sweet. Perfect. Worshipped by the entire pack… and pure venom behind closed doors. The three brothers— Zevran, Kael, and Caelum— hate me with a fire that burns hotter than the bond tying us together. And I know because I see it in their eyes… I feel it in the way their burning touch lingers a second too long. They despise me. Just like everyone else does. But they want me. And no matter how much I try to stay away, the mate bond keeps dragging me back into their world of heat, power, hatred and danger. Maybe, I should leave… I know. But fate plays a cruel game. And as truths unravel and secrets come to light, the triplets— the ones who once despised me— now see me for who I am. Now, they want me— unabashedly. But by the time they realize this, it is a little too late. I’ve been broken by them a little too much. And I am done being anyone’s pawn. ~*~ “We want you, Leilani… we always have. Always would. Please take this as our way of saying sorry. For everything, for not believing you… for letting our judgements be clouded by…” Caelum said softly, his voice trailing off, his breath warm and ticklish against my fingers that he brought up to his lips as his other hand found the warm spot between my thighs. My eyes snagged on his full lips— pink and inviting; But they’d been kissed by another. And I don’t do leftovers. I sighed exasperatedly, shaking my head to rid myself of this pitiful sight and clenching my legs together to force his hands out. He didn’t budge. “No.” I said sharply, my voice coming out stronger than I expected especially with their bodies pressed against mine, and their lips creating sparks across my body. “I’m done. Go back to Chalice… she suits you more than I ever did.” Kael’s voice vibrated through my body as he pressed himself flush against me. His brothers Caelum and Zevran leaned in too, their lips on the shell of my ears, one’s fingers grazing over my taut nipple. “I’ll burn the world, Leilani,” he growled, his voice deep. Threatening. “I’ll burn the entire world, if that’s what it takes to win you back.” “Then I'd like to see you after the world’s been successfully burnt down. Maybe then we’ll have this conversation.” I answered, and with that, I pushed their hands away and leapt off the cupboard. And as I walked out of the kitchen, I felt their eyes drilling holes into my back, hotter than a thousand lasers all at once. But I didn’t falter. I didn’t turn around. I was the monster they’d made. CONTENT WARNING: This book contains triggers and explicit scenes of abuse, Graphic violence and murder, explicit sexual activities, strong language and dark, obsessive romance. Readers discretion advised. ****

In the midst of the full moon, radiant Amanda said sinister Aurora, are locked in a centuries old struggle of dominance and love . Their human mate torn between their primal allure,becomes the ultimate prize in a battle of wits, loyalty and hidden agendas. But as the secrets unravel and ancient rivalries resurface , their true intentions are revealed : One seek devotion, the other destruction. Which sister will claim the heart of their mate and at what cost

I only wanted a quiet, simple life. But in the most unexpected moment, she entered my world and changed everything. I tried to run away from her. I tried to escape. But I couldn’t… because without even realizing it, I was already married to her. And the most terrifying part? She is a ghost. Help! My Wife Haunts Me!

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.