witch

For generations, the Kingdom of Aradel has silenced magic with fire and steel. Wielders of arcane power have been hunted to the brink of extinction, their blood spilled in the name of order. Aurora has grown up living in the shadows, knowing that if the truth of who she is ever comes to light, her life will be in grave danger. But destiny doesn’t care for silence. When an ancient prophecy stirs and whispers her name, Aurora is forced into a dangerous game of survival, one that could awaken a rebellion or end all magic forever. Crowned by fate as the Queen of Hearts, her power is both a blessing and a curse. She could be the salvation her people have longed for, or the flame that burns them all. With the witch hunters tracking her every move and darkness rising from within the kingdom itself, Aurora must navigate a world of lies, betrayal and haunting truths. As war looms and loyalties fracture, one question remains. Will she rise as the heartbeat of a new era, or become the final song the world will ever hear? WELCOME TO BOOK ONE OF MY FANTASY SERIES.

The Last Embers In a kingdom where fire-magic was hunted to extinction, the last thing anyone expects is a stablehand carrying its spark. Darian Solace has lived his whole life in the shadows of the royal stables—quiet, unnoticed, and certain he will never matter. But when a dying knight presses a sealed letter into his hands, Darian is thrust into a perilous journey across kingdoms. The letter carries a warning that could prevent a war, but it also makes Darian the target of assassins, mercenaries, and the dark sorcery of Archon Veyric, the king’s most trusted advisor. On the run with Princess Serenya Valebright, disguised and determined to save her people, Darian discovers a truth long buried: he is the last heir of the Emberborn, a bloodline cursed and hunted for centuries. His fire is unstable—capable of both salvation and destruction—and every choice he makes risks burning the world he’s sworn to protect. As war between shadow and flame looms, Darian must decide what it means to be the last ember of a fallen people: a dying spark destined to fade… or the flame that will ignite a new dawn.

Lyra awoke after 5,000 years- The last survivor of a forgotten Earth. A new world watches her with curiosity, suspicion, and fear-some see a miracle, others see a threat. Amid the intrigue, she meets Kaiden: powerful, enigmatic, and impossible to read. Is he an ally… or the deadliest enemy she’ll ever face? In a galaxy where every smile hides a secret and every shadow could kill, Lyra trusts no one-not even the man who stirs something she doesn’t understand in her heart. Haunted by her past and hunted by those who would destroy her, she must survive long enough to uncover the truth… before it’s too late.

“You really think you can own me, Alpha?” Isaldora’s voice was sharp, dripping venom. “I’ll never bow to this bond. I despise you. You and your entire damn kind.” Kaelith’s jaw flexed, teeth grinding, but his eyes stayed locked on hers. “You don’t mean that,” he muttered, voice low, rough. He stepped closer, heat rolling off him, his breath brushing her lips. Her eyes faltered for just a second making his lips curled into a cocky smirk. “You can say what you want, love, but you don’t despise me. Not even close.” Her chest tightened, the mate bond pulling at her like invisible chains. She glared, fighting the hitch in her breath. “I’ll ruin you.” “Then ruin me,” Kaelith growled, closing the distance. His breath was hot against her skin, his voice dipped lower, darker. “Every damn second you try only ties you tighter to me.” She scoffed but it sounded more like a ragged breath. “I hate you to the core.” The words slipped out sharp, but it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than him. “No, baby,” Kaelith rasped, dragging her flush against him. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, taking a deep, deliberate inhale, like her very scent was his lifeline. His lashes flickered shut, and when his eyes snapped open, they were dilated—dark, ravenous, dangerous. “Your core doesn’t hate me,” he growled low, voice thick with heat. His lips brushed her ear, his teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver. “Your core loves me—aches for me, begs for me.” Her eyes flew wide, breath catching in her throat as he crushed the space between them, Her breath hitched as his teeth grazed her neck. She fought the moan that almost slipped her mouth. “I’m not trapping you,” he muttered against her skin. “I’m just helping you to realize that every time you push me away, I feel you pulling me back.” Her pulse hammered, her breath ragged — and she hated it. Hated him. Hated the way her body betrayed her. “I’ll ruin you,” she whispered again, this time softer. Kaelith’s smirk eased into something warmer, something that made her chest ache. His thumb brushed slowly along her jaw. “Then ruin me,” he said softly. “But stop lying to yourself about us.” Isaldora Vaneese Aetherwyn is the last of her bloodline. She lived through the massacre that wiped out her coven — and for six years, she’s been burning for vengeance. One by one, she’s hunted her enemies down, breaking them in the cruelest ways. Everything is going to plan. She’s close… so close to the one behind it all. Until she meets him. Kaelith Duskbane — heir to the Duskhowl Pack. He’s everything she hates: dominant, relentless, dangerously handsome… and worst of all, her enemy. The Alpha Prince who hides his heart behind cold steel, who’s spent years waiting for a mate he thought would never come. Now that he’s found her, he refuses to let go. She’s the last witch of a fallen royal bloodline, sworn to vengeance. He’s the ruthless Alpha Prince who would do anything to keep his fated mate. A witch mated to a werewolf? It was an impossible bond. She swears she’ll break it. He swears she’ll stay. But while they clash in a dangerous dance of fire and fury, desire and hate, shadows older and darker than both of them are beginning to stir. And soon, they’ll realize nothing — not their enemies, not their families, not even each other — is what it seems.

In a world where true terror lurks in plain sight, three intertwined fates collide in a frantic hunt for a demon that preys upon innocent girls. A man trapped inside his niece's body, forced to protect her from sinister forces closing in. A witch gifted with the power to find the lost, facing an evil far darker than she ever imagined. A police force hunting a serial killer, only to discover that their worst nightmare is not of this world. When nightmares bleed into reality, how far would you go to reclaim what you love? Dare to cross the line.

[FREE] A small town. A girl with a dangerous destiny. And a war between creatures that refuse to stay hidden. In the Kserton Trilogy, seventeen-year-old Asya Chernaia is thrust into a supernatural underworld of vampires, werewolves, and ancient curses. Each choice she makes pulls her deeper into a conflict that threatens her family, her first love, and her very humanity. From the thrill of forbidden romance to the terror of betrayal, this trilogy is a pulse-pounding journey through love, loss, and the razor’s edge between survival and surrender. First love. First heartbreak. First taste of blood. Love triangle and slowburn included.

Romilda was blessed by the Moon goddess since birth to be the heiress of three mystics(Vampires, Werewolf, Witcher,) but such blessing could be a curse as well as the Vampires whose aim is to control other mystics fought against her. In the dire straits of life, Romilda tries to find a purpose of living and a reason to be the heiress.

"A hybrid destined to be queen, A king who will claim her- or burn the world for her." Hybrids are an abomination. Vampires must never mate with werewolves. Witches with shapeshifters. Druids with sirens. Humans with zombies. That was the law of the realms. And when humans saw the chaos of forbidden unions, they turned it into an opportunity. They created war, pulled the strings from the shadows, and crowned themselves the supreme race. The weakest creatures became the strongest. But not for long. A prophecy whispers of a child who will be born from forbidden bloodlines— "The Ruler of the Night will come like the wind, discreet and mysterious… but rule like a cyclone: violent, unyielding, merciless." And now, the time has come. The ruler of the night has been born. ~~~~~~~~~~~ From a fast-food waitress dreaming of a simple life… To the unwilling captive in his world of shadows, desire, and danger. He wants her—bound to him, body and soul—because she belongs in his world, no matter how complicated She is the key to power,prophecy and ruin, and when the night calls, the world trembles

"You never listen, do you?" Nickauls growled, the muscle in his jaw twitching with restrained anger. Kathrine tilted her head, smirking up at him. "Took you long enough to figure that out. And for the record—no one tells me what to do." His patience snapped. In one swift motion, he closed the distance, pressing her back against the wall. His body caged hers, his eyes dark with heat and frustration. "Then maybe," he whispered, his breath ghosting over her lips, "I’ll just have to teach you another way." "Don’t you dare—" she began, but her words were swallowed as his mouth claimed hers. The kiss was fierce, desperate—like a storm breaking loose. She shoved at his chest, but her resistance melted the moment she tasted him. She hated him for it, hated the arrogance in his touch… but hated herself more for the fire roaring to life inside her, the way her body betrayed her pride. Her fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer even as her mind screamed at her to stop. His hand slid up her arm, firm and possessive, holding her as though he’d never let her go. Nickauls kissed her like a man drowning, still shackled by the ghosts of his past. He wanted nothing to do with love, nothing to do with second chances. And Kathrine—fierce, unyielding Kathrine—would rather burn than beg for affection. But fate didn’t care for their pride or their scars. Fate kept throwing them together, again and again… and each time, it was harder to walk away.

The Kingdom of Cana was once known for being the bearers of magic. When those in power want more, they go to dark means to get it. Nobles are secretly creating a drug to heighten their magic powers, but when they start to use others' blood, it takes a turn. A bad batch called Sangra was given out to the addicted lower class. Loss of magical ability and a sun allergy were just a start of the side effects--they craved blood. Elfrea falls victim to being forced to drink the a vial of Sangra before being locked away. Centuries later Alea, a young witch, hides and steals to get by. The two find themselves working together to fight against the Royal Vampires and their witch hunters. Trying to figure out how to survive Alea and Elrea find themselves falling for the other in a forbidden love.

In the shadowed heart of Egrarion, where iron walls cage humanity's "purity" and savage wilds teem with beastly kings, one witch dares to defy the hunt. Branwen Mosswood, fiery, curvy tavern wench with chestnut curls, emerald eyes, and magic pulsing in her veins, stabs a lecherous lord and earns a one-way ticket to the Wilder Games. Condemned as tribute, she's thrust into the enchanted Killground: a brutal arena where 30 criminals run for 30 days, evading Warlords who crave witches to breed their dying bloodlines. Survive? Win freedom. Get caught? Become a claimed mate, or die screaming. But Branwen isn't prey. Born to hidden covens, her Mosswood magic awakens in the wilds: seeker spells, weightless drifts, thorn whirlwinds. Armed with daggers, bows, and unyielding sass, she climbs trees, sets traps, and spits fire at her pursuers She outwits beasts who scent her as their salvation. Enter the alphas: Nythor Frostbite, the regal white tiger with icy allure, aching to mark her soft curves. Fenrick Bloodhowl, primal wolf whose growls promise savage passion. Hadrian Ironpaw, arrogant lion king whose golden gaze burns with possessive fire. They stalk, clash, and ally in obsession, rivals turned uneasy pack, drawn to her wild spirit. "You're ours," they rumble, bodies rippling with power. But Branwen fights back: "I'd rather kiss a thornbush than kneel to oversized furballs!" As ancient curses stir and the land's magic surges, Branwen's power grows, hints of forbidden spells that could birth female shifters. War brews between clans and Divinora's walls tremble. Will she outrun the hunt, or succumb to dark desires that ignite her soul? In this pulse-pounding dark fantasy romance, survival is a game, but love is the deadliest trap. Enemies to Lovers Reverse Harem Strong Female Lead Dark Fantasy Survival Games Fated Mates Forced Proximity Witch Powers Shifter Romance Forbidden Magic

What if someone suddenly claimed you as a mate? Yeah, Chelsea Amora's life suddenly turned complicated when an Alpha werewolf suddenly claimed herself as a mate. Everything happened suddenly, even Ace, whom Chelsea didn't know at first. Must be her husband? At the time of the wedding, Jack, Chelsea's lover, suddenly disappeared. This forced Chelsea to marry an alpha werewolf and an arrogant CEO named Ace. Yeah, the alpha werewolf who, moments ago, claimed himself as a mate. Chelsea's life gets more complicated after marriage; many facts and secrets are revealed. Chelsea is not an ordinary human. How could she be?

"Spirits of Tarot" presents narratives originating from the Tarot itself. The story follows a young woman's journey of self-discovery, exploring her inner depths and the transformative impact of a mysterious dream on her life. However, the narrative also delves into the challenges she faces as she grapples with newfound, formidable abilities and the adversaries they attract. Readers are invited to explore how she navigates these complexities and progresses in her life by reading "Spirits of Tarot." Further developments will be shared.

At a seemingly ordinary university, seven students discover an ancient grimoire with terrifying powers. Given to them by a mysterious stranger, this relic allows them to summon mystical entities that grant their deepest desires. But every pact comes at a price. While her friends are swept up in a life of beauty, wealth, power, and knowledge, Karishma—the only one who remained lucid—discovers the horrifying truth. She realizes too late that they have summoned forces that feed on consequences, turning every choice into a trap and every desire into a weapon. The race against time is on. Will Karishma manage to thwart the grip of these dark forces for the survival of her friends? A dive into an occult thriller where magic is anything but enchanting. This story explores the price of our desires and the fine line between ambition and damnation.

— A forbidden love, a kingdom’s betrayal, and a war that will decide the fate of every realm. Sent under the false identity of Erin Lane, Princess Celeste Raven has one mission: infiltrate the home of the enemy—Prince Xander Volkov—and gather the evidence needed to blackmail his powerful werewolf family into confessing a crime her kingdom of witches never committed. But as days pass and secrets pile higher, Celeste finds herself entangled in something far more dangerous than political revenge—her heart. What begins as icy disdain evolves into a dangerous slow-burn attraction between two heirs of opposing realms. Yet love cannot change the truth: Xander’s supposed mother is hiding something darker than betrayal, and it all leads to a shadow far stronger than any kingdom—an ancient power plotting to summon the lords of hell. As forgotten bloodlines resurface and real identities unravel, Erin and Xander must choose between duty and each other. And when all hope seems lost, a final sacrifice will determine not just who survives—but who rules. Because in a world of witches, wolves, faes, vampires and demons… even love can be a weapon.

One year has passed since the storm that took Shanane from this world. Eoghan, once a fearless huntsman, has survived but the world he knew has changed, and so has he. Tasked with leading his village, he struggles to bear the weight of responsibility while holding onto the fragile hope that Shanane is still alive. Then, Shanane returns with no memory of the horrors that befell her. Her presence should bring relief but instead, it stirs unease. For even as love draws them together, shadows linger, and secrets threaten to unravel everything they hold dear. As Eoghan cares for her and the village faces new challenges, forces beyond their understanding begin to stir. Darkness moves in subtle, insidious ways, and the world they thought they knew teeters on the edge of ruin. In this tale of love, power, and peril, nothing is as it seems, and survival may demand sacrifices they are not ready to make.

WARNING: MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY. MATURE THEMES (R-18) "You're mine, Witch." His voice hardened. "Your life that I saved? The one that would've been WASTED if I hadn't acted? Belongs to ME. And you will do only as I please, exactly as I say, until—" "Over my dead body!" I hissed, suddenly filled with anger. "That can be arranged," Hans said easily. Then with a smile that was anything but pleasant: "Or you can steal for me instead. Kill for me, if I tell you to. Either way, you stay where I can see you. Night and day." "I'm no puppet." I held his silver gaze with a glare. "And I'm definitely no murderer." "No, but you're a thief. One that's now forever indebted to me." ~•|•~ She steals power. This time, she stole the wrong one. ~•|•~ The Black Market of Erendale runs on the trade of magic ripped from its owners and sold to the highest bidder. Eclipse knows the game. As a Siphoner, a rare witch who can drain abilities with a touch, she survives by robbing the powerful and selling to the even more powerful... until she accidentally takes the essence of Hans de la Mort, the demon of Erendale himself. Crossing him should mean death. Instead, he offers her a deal: she'll return his power when the time is right, and until then, she and her siphoning abilities belong to him. She was his prisoner. His prey. And dangerously, the one who made his demon want to play. Every job she's forced to do pulls them closer to danger—and closer to each other. But when Eclipse uncovers a plot to overthrow him, she's faced with an impossible choice: return his power and lose the only leverage keeping her alive... or keep it, and risk losing everything. Including him.

Four kingdoms. Four shadows. One destiny that could unravel them all. In the Moonlit Lands, power is carved not by swords alone, but by blood, magic, and cunning. The Vampires rule from citadels of black stone, their eternal king feeding an empire of fear and ritual. The Elves, radiant and proud, guard their forests with blades of light and whispers of prophecy. The Fox Clans, sly and mercantile, weave webs of lies, deals, and espionage, knowing knowledge is deadlier than steel. The Witches, dwelling inspires of living magic, hold fragile neutrality while stirring secrets that could tip the balance of the world. Yet beneath this delicate balance lies a forbidden truth: a child of hybrid blood, dreamed of in visions and feared in prophecy. Neither fully vampire, elf, fox, nor witch, this child’s existence threatens every law, every oath, and every throne. As shadows lengthen and alliances fracture, kings and queens prepare for war. Spies whisper in smoke-filled halls. Magic stirs in places it should not. And in the silence between heartbeats, fate watches waiting for the moment the Moonlit Lands ignite. Noctic Regnum is a dark fantasy of intrigue, prophecy, and betrayal a tale where politics are as sharp as blades, every clan hides its own brand of power, and one secret child could either unite or destroy them all. But as the prophecy unfolds, the heir’s path is not bound only by blood and war. In the shadows of power, dangerous desires awaken desires that could bind clans together or tear them apart forever.

Short stories about those who have become only symbols and signs in the history of the worlds, and a journey about those who fight for their name, homeland and beliefs.

When her boyfriend invites her to his hometown for his parent’s anniversary, Lyra imagines a quiet trip, a weekend of polite introductions and good food. Instead an attack shatters the town's peaceful facade. Out of the shadows, another pack descends, and in an instant, the humans around her transform, shifting into wolves right before her eyes. What should have been impossible unfolds in the span of a heartbeat. The world Lyra thought she knew crumbles, and in its place stands a truth more terrifying and beautiful than anything she could have imagined. And then comes the most unsettling realization of all, only Lyra could have stumbled into this world. The town is invisible to normal humans. No one else can see it. Which means Lyra is not normal at all. Drawn deeper into the conflict between rival packs, Lyra begins to sense something stirring within herself. A power she cannot name. A history she does not yet understand. The town sees it even before she dares to believe it—the mark of someone who belongs to a different kind of bloodline, one just as ancient as the wolves’. But with her power still dormant, and her place between humans and wolves uncertain, Lyra must confront the question she’s avoided her entire life: who is she really, and what is she destined to become? -------- Alpha Cyrus is haunted by a curse as old as age itself. Long before he was born, his once-great pack, vast, prosperous, and united was broken apart. Wolves who could no longer bear the weight of the curse abandoned his ancestors, forming a rival pack that has grown into his greatest enemy. Where there was once strength, there is now division. Where there was once family, there is now war. He grew up in the shadow of that history. He saw the curse not only as tragedy but as weakness. Generations of wolves had been destroyed by the curse, brought to ruin when bonds were cut short, undone by grief when fate turned cruel. To him, the mate bond was nothing more than a poison disguised as love. He swore he would never allow it power over him, and he despised those who had lost themselves to it. Until Lyra Stone. The moment their paths cross, everything he thought he knew shatters. She is his mate. His. And with her comes a truth he never wanted to face. The bond is real, its pull undeniable. For the first time in his life, Cyrus understands the grief of those who came before him, because he can finally imagine what it would mean to lose her. But the curse that tore his ancestors apart is still alive, and the rival pack born from that division is rising stronger than ever. War is coming. Cyrus must fight not only to protect what remains of his people but also to shield Lyra from the fate that has destroyed every mate before her. For the first time in generations, he refuses to accept the ending written for his bloodline. For Lyra, he will fight the curse. For her, he will lead his pack against the wolves who once called his family their own. Because this time, he will not let history repeat itself. ------- WARNING This story is intended for mature readers. It contains dark themes, intense emotional conflict, violence, betrayal, intimacy and supernatural elements that may be uncomfortable or triggering to some audiences. Read it at your own risk.