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[VT] She sits there, bare feet crossed, a cigarette loosely held between her slender fingers. Wisps of silver smoke curl lazily around her, dancing to an unseen rhythm. Amber eyes glimmer with amusement as she smirks, gaze piercing through the very pages you are reading. "Do you think this is just a story? You're wrong. This is a game. And me? I'm just a spectator, watching how interesting it becomes." Another voice cuts through her musings. Author: "Aren’t you going to give them a warning?" The Fox tilts her head, lips curling into an amused smile. "The only warning I have for them? They'll lose money. Because this story is just that good." Blurb: A lost soul awakens within a misty void, reborn in a world where gods are not just myths—they are the very laws that shape reality. Here, dreams, memories, and fate itself are bound by forces beyond comprehension. Bestowed with an extraordinary ability, he is given the chance to step beyond the fragile boundary between life and death. But each return comes at a cost—fragments of his memory, pieces of his emotions, or perhaps... parts of himself. Shattered glimpses of reality intertwine, where death is not the end but a door leading to secrets long buried. In this world, everything follows a law—except for one thing. Death never truly ends. So when the river falls silent… what will remain? This is the English version of When the River Fall Silent, read the Vietnamese version here: https://www.webnovel.com/book/32215080608337705

The room was dark, illuminated only by the dim glow of my laptop screen. My eyes burned from hours of reading, but I refused to stop—after all, tonight was the night. The final chapter. The grand conclusion of Sovereign Ascension. I had spent years following the protagonist’s journey. Watching him grow from a nobody to a god-like figure. Fighting through war and killing even gods. Collecting powerful artifacts, rare bloodlines, divine blessings, and, of course, the most beautiful women imaginable. Yet, as I read the final pages, my fingers curled into fists. “…No way.” I scrolled back up, reading the last few paragraphs again. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” The so-called “Final Battle” was a joke. After hundreds of chapters of buildup, after overcoming impossible odds, after being handed every possible advantage… the protagonist lost. And not just any loss—he died in the stupidest, most ridiculous way possible. A trap. Not a god-tier strategy. Not an overwhelming enemy. Not some cosmic revelation. No. He walked right into a trap that even a child could have avoided. “Are you stupid!?” I yelled at my screen, my voice echoing in the silence of my room. “You had every opportunity! You had everything! How did you mess this up!?” I buried my face in my hands, groaning. And the ending… Oh, the ending. Instead of some great twist, some world-shattering revelation… it was a rushed epilogue about how the world moved on. The protagonist’s harem of goddesses, princesses, and saints just cried for a while before moving on with their lives. And the worst part? The guy had never even treated them right! All those beautiful women, and the only thing he ever thought about was sex! No genuine relationships, no emotional depth—just a walking cliché with zero personality, how the hell does someone write something this stupid , no relationship building nothing. “How is that fair!?” I grumbled, rubbing my temples. “If I had his talents, his luck, his damn plot armor, I’d have done a thousand times better than that idiot.” "Fuck this novel and the stupid protagnaist" I sighed, closing my laptop. It wasn’t worth getting so worked up over a novel. Still, I couldn’t shake the frustration. “…If I was in that world, I wouldn’t make the same mistakes, I made in this life.” With that final thought, I collapsed onto my bed, exhaustion taking over.

For five hundred years, he remained in the darkness. Raviel, the demon bound to the Vermillion family, had known nothing but chains and silence for centuries. Deep beneath the grand castle, locked away in an underground cave, he sat motionless inside an enormous iron cage, his wrists and ankles shackled by ancient, glowing runes. The magic pulsed with a soft, eerie light, a reminder of his eternal servitude. The air was damp, thick with the scent of old stone and forgotten power. Time had long lost its meaning to him. He had witnessed generations of Vermillions rise and fall—greedy, selfish, and cruel. None had dared to free him, nor had any of them been worthy of his protection. But then, something changed. Far above, within the golden halls of the Vermillion estate, a child was born—the heir of the family. And with his first cry, the chains around Raviel's wrists shuddered. A sharp crack echoed through the cave as one of the magical seals flickered for the first time in centuries. The demon's crimson eyes slowly opened. He exhaled, his breath a whisper against the cold air. "So… the heir has finally arrived." His lips curled into a slow, dark smile. The silence of five hundred years was about to be broken. --- The grand Vermillion estate stretched across acres of land, surrounded by towering walls and an air of untouchable wealth. But within those walls, past the marble halls and golden chandeliers, there was a place untouched by power struggles and whispered schemes—the secret garden. A small boy, no older than four, ran barefoot across the soft grass, his silver-white hair shining under the golden sun. Nao Vermillion, the only true heir of the Vermillion family, giggled as he chased after a butterfly, his tiny hands reaching for the delicate creature. "Careful, young master," a gentle voice called out. Amara, the aging housemaid, watched over him from a distance. She was the only one in the household who truly cared for the child—not as an heir, but as a boy who deserved warmth. Nao turned to her, his icy blue eyes filled with innocence. "Ama! Look!" He pointed excitedly as the butterfly landed on a white rose. Amara smiled, stepping closer. "Butterflies are delicate, my dear. Just like you." Nao pouted, puffing out his small cheeks. "I'm not delicate!" He stomped his tiny foot, making Amara chuckle. "You are," she teased. "But one day, you will grow into a strong young man." Nao didn't understand her words yet. All he knew was that the garden was his favorite place—a hidden world where he was just a boy, not an heir. But deep beneath the castle, locked away in the dark, a pair of crimson eyes had already opened, waiting for the day their paths would cross...

Kael Kaladril had once been the prince of Winterpeak, a boy with simple dreams—none greater than marrying the girl he loved. But fate had other plans. On his fifteenth birthday, his rightful claim to the throne was shattered when his own uncle, Jonathan Kaladril, sought to end his life. Bleeding out against a snow-covered rock, Kael’s vision blurred as he watched his uncle turn away, indifferent to his pleas. The assassin’s blade arced toward his neck, death mere moments away. Then—time stopped. The world stood frozen, save for Kael and the enigmatic figure before him. A god of mischief, hand outstretched, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Who… who are you?" Kael rasped, blood filling his mouth. "Who I am is of no importance, boy," the god replied, his voice layered with something strange, something unsettling. "Then… what does?" Kael forced the words past his pain. The god’s lips curled into a knowing smile. "A bargain." His outstretched hand beckoned. "Give me your soul, and I will give you the power to seek vengeance." Kael hesitated, staring at the god’s palm. A choice lay before him—one that could never be undone. But hesitation was fleeting. Summoning what little strength remained, he bit his lip and forced his trembling hand to rise. Fingers slick with his own blood, he grasped the god’s hand. "I accept your bargain."

On a rainy night of July 15th, Qin Sisi brought home a shivering stray cat. Since then, her life underwent a profound change… "Come sleep with me." "No way!" "Didn't we always sleep together before?" "Back then you were just a cat." "I can still be a cat now." As the words fell, the tall figure vanished, leaving a black and sleek cat, lazily curled up at the head of the bed. Its deep, purple eyes slightly narrowed, it let out a lazy, adorable meow at her, “Meow…” Fan group: 817058766

When she woke up, she had transmigrated into An Jiuyue, a woman living with two young children on a mountain after her husband abandoned her. She was pushed to the ground, and now, there was a bloody wound on her head. With only a handful of rice left in the rice bag, she had relied on digging wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger every day. Her children were so often starved that they were all skin and bones. On top of that, a wicked woman threatened her to sell her son! If she refused, the woman would snatch him away forcefully. But An Jiuyue took a deep breath, revealed her sharp claws, beat the woman up, and threw her out of the house. She could show the woman she was not to be messed with! They were out of rice and vegetables now, but she was not afraid. Acquiring food using her spatial abilities was as easy as curling her fingers! Moreover, her spatial abilities were unlimited, and her medical skills did not deteriorate. She could no doubt earn money and raise her children well! As for her ex-husband… The prince, who had returned from the battlefield, smiled maliciously. "My beloved concubine, please calm down. I brought back a mountain of gold from the battlefield as a gift for you and our children."

HEED MY ADVICE, TO ALL WHO WILL LISTEN, THE FURY OF A WOMAN WHO LIVES ON REVENGE, EVEN IN THE FACE OF DEATH, IS A RECKONING THAT SPARES NO ONE. The Dukedom Heiress Luella Van-Rensselaer thought that by doing everything her family needed, she would have the beautiful and loving family she had always wanted. However, she ends up getting betrayed by her own twin sister and her fiancé. Having gotten fed up with her family and how badly they had put her through, Luella wishes for death, which her sister gives to her as she ends up dying in the hands of her sister and fiancé. Finally, finding the peace she had always wanted, she wakes up to when she was eighteen (18) years old as the funeral service of her father. And now filled with nothing but rage and memories of her past, she now aims to destroy the entire dukedom with its name. The Van-Rensselaer dukedom will end WITH her and BY her. ~+~ A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH NO POWER OR WEALTH IS NOTHING BUT A DREAMER; BUT A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH POWER AND WEALTH IS A PROTECTOR, WORTHY TO BE BY HER SIDE. And that was what Grand Duke Ozed Rhinelander was. A man who went to war for his woman, accumulated wealth for his woman, lives for his woman. And he would kill for his woman. When Luella decides to take revenge on her family, she goes to one person she fully trusts. ~+~ ~Fragment~ "Do you want this?" His voice was low, almost a growl, but there was a hint of something else beneath — something that made her heart skip a beat. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. The question hung in the air between them, heavy and tangible. "I… I don't know," She finally answered, her voice barely above a whisper. His lips curled into a smirk, a slow, dangerous smile that sent shivers down her spine. "Liar" he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her. "You want this. You want me." She opened her mouth to protest, to deny it, but he didn't give her a chance. His hand shot out, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. "Do you want me to prove it?" He asked, his voice dripping with challenge. ~+~ Tags: #Revenge #Strongfemalelead, #norape, #reincarnation, #Fakeidentity, #EdwardianEra, #VampireRomance #Smut #Supernaturalpowers #magic #darkfantasy #long-distance pining (The main characters are aware of each other's feelings but can't be physically be together yet. IN THE BEGINNING CHAPTERS). ~+~ Cover is mine. DO NOT USE ____ @AR

It had been a rainy night. Ayla was only six months old, her small body burning with fever. She had been shivering all day, her tiny fists curling against my chest as she whimpered. The fever medication hadn’t worked. The wet towel treatments barely made a difference. And then, as night fell, her cries weakened, and her small frame went limp in my arms. Panic clawed at my chest. My baby was unconscious. I dialed Sebastian again—my fingers trembling so badly that I nearly dropped my phone. Call after call, I tried reaching him. No answer. He was working as a resident at Aetos Multi-Specialty Hospitals, but it was over an hour away. I had no choice but to rush Ayla to the nearest local hospital. The doctors did their best. I could see it in their tired eyes as they worked tirelessly to stabilize her. Machines beeped. Oxygen masks. Needles. My heart felt like it would stop at any second. “She needs to be transferred,” one of the doctors told me, his voice grim. “We’ve managed to stabilize her vitals for now, but she requires specialized care. Take her to Aetos immediately.” The next thing I knew, we were inside an ambulance. The sirens blared, cutting through the stormy night. Every second felt like an eternity. I held Ayla close, whispering desperate prayers against her damp curls. “Hold on, baby… Please, hold on.” The paramedic beside me checked her vitals repeatedly, his face tense. “We’re almost there,” he assured me. But my heart wouldn’t stop racing. I kept my eyes fixed on her tiny chest, watching for every faint rise and fall. Then, finally, the ambulance screeched to a halt in front of Aetos Multi-Specialty Hospitals. The emergency team was already waiting. They took her from my arms, rushing inside with urgency. I need money. That was the first thought that struck me. I had just started my career in real estate. I barely had a hundred dollars to my name. And the insurance? It wouldn’t cover everything. Ten thousand dollars. That was the estimated cost they gave me. I called Sebastian again. And again. And again. No answer. Desperation overtook me. I had no other choice. My parents weren’t in Eldoria—they lived in another state, a three-hour flight away. But I called them anyway, my voice breaking as I explained the situation. “We’re coming, sweetheart,” my mother said, panic laced in her voice. “Stay strong. We’ll be there soon.” My tears had dried up. My hands were numb from clutching my phone. But the pit in my stomach only grew deeper. I needed to charge my phone, so I stepped outside the PICU, searching for an outlet near the reception. That’s when I saw him. Sebastian. Standing in the dimly lit hospital corridor, his arms wrapped around a crying woman. His lips brushed against her forehead, whispering soft reassurances. My mind went blank. The world around me blurred. Then—darkness. Once, Aurora Adkins was a joyful, simple woman who believed in love. But love betrayed her. Left with nothing but heartbreak and a six months old daughter, Ayla, she clawed her way up from the ruins of her past. Now, she’s a real estate mogul, a self-made powerhouse with a heart of stone. Until she collides with him. Theron Drakos—ruthless, elusive, and heir to the Drakos Corporation. He’s built his empire in the shadows, and now, he’s ready to claim Eldoria. There’s just one problem, Aurora stands in his way. From the moment they meet, it’s war. Deals turn into duels. Boardrooms become battlegrounds. Two unstoppable forces, neither willing to bend. But beneath the sharp words and sharper gazes, something else smolders. Pride says they should walk away. Ego demands they win. But fate? It has other plans.

Luca Moretti was just an ordinary web reader—until he woke up inside “Bound by Fate,” a tragic BL novel where he’s transmigrated as the main character. So, he should be happy, right? Life should be easy since he is the main character? Wrong. Instead, Luca screamed to the heavens, “Why, goooooooooooooooood?! Why him?! I could’ve been a side character... even a nobody! Why the main character?!” Because in the end, the hero sacrifices him to save others. But Luca refuses to play along. "I’ll just ignore both the hero and the villain. No big deal, right? Easy." Except fate keeps popping him in front of the hero, making his heart race unnecessarily. And when all escape routes fail, Luca makes his final, desperate choice—walking straight into the devil’s den. Even if the villain is a complete psychopath, playing with people’s lives as if they’re pieces in an online game. But to stay alive, Luca has only one option—obey the villain. "You’re so pretty," Salvo murmured, his wicked smile curling as he tilted Luca’s chin up as he knelt before him. “Truly, you belong to me.” Luca swallowed hard. Salvo’s eyes darkened. "Remember... you belong to me now.”

“First were the Gates, and now you’re saying the world has been invaded by Aliens and we’re soon going to be turned into livestock…? Great…” —---------------- *Ding!* [You have awakened with the Idle Evolution System!] “The wha—” Suddenly thrown into a magical parallel world of the Earth he once knew, Cassius was greeted with powerful beings known as Hunters and the terrifying Gates that plagued the world. Moreover, he received a message… [To Idle, one must stay proactive!] [Firstly, you require Character Development!] “Character Development…?” [You seem a bit (A lot) overweight, and you resemble that of a goblin! What say we start there!?] {[Daily Quest 1:]} _________________ [Daily Quest - To Idle, one must stay proactive.] GOAL [INCOMPLETE] PUSH-UPS — [0/100] [INCOMPLETE] SIT-UPS — [0/100] [INCOMPLETE] CURL-UPS — [0/100] [INCOMPLETE] SQUATS — [0/100] [INCOMPLETE] RUNNING — [0/10km] REWARD - [1 Point in Charisma, 1 Point in Agility, 1 Point in Strength, and 1 Point in Endurance] _________________ “Is this torture!?” shouted the ugly, obese transmigrator Cassius. *Ding!* [No, it’s Character Development! ^-^] —---------------- 100 years ago, Earth was suddenly overwhelmed with the appearance of Gates and the horrifying monsters within those mystical portals. That was the First Major Calamity. Now, one hundred years later, the next major calamity has arrived—the subtle invasion of an Ancient Alien species from deep into the Milky Way Galaxy. Its undercurrents spread far and wide, with the threat an apocalyptic one. Yet, that is but the 2nd of Three Major Calamities as per prophesied by the famed prophet, Baba Yaga. The Third Calamity, and the most dangerous of the Calamities, is one that will bring about the true END of the world, but only if the Second Calamity can be overcome by humanity… What does this Third Calamity detail, one might ask…? To know the answer to that, one would have to brave past the first Two Calamities and stare into the abyss, praying to all Gods known to man that the Abyss does not stare back also into you… ----------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/2fDHq9F8eB Every Magic Castle Gift = 7 Chapters Every 100 PS = 1 Chapter Every 50 GT = 1 Chapter ko-fi.com/astral_pandemonium Every $15 donated to my Kofi will force me to post another Chapter!

ONTENTS ARE FULLY INSPIRED BY THE AUTHOR Title: Entangled Celestials Genre: Supernatural billionaire romance CHARACTER SKETCH PRIMARY PROTAGONISTS Name: Ophelia Morgan Age: 19 years Appearance: Having a long cinnamon brown hair in curls, her shimmering pale skin with her amber doe eyes, her pitched nose and long lashes gives her the appearance of a luxurious maiden bath bath mannnn. Occupation: Maid Personality: Loving, Caring, very emotional and insists on helping whoever she can. Story plot: Seeks to find freedom from the enslaving family she is sold to and ends up living with the most handsome and richest Duke in the kingdom as his maid as he changes her fate by marrying her. Relationship: Married to Alucard and daughter of Enzo Morgan. Weakness: She’s very fragile, weak and gullible Name: Alucard Claremont Age: 1023 years Appearance: A long dark hair which he always put up in a bun, having a slightly tanned skin, dark brown eyes, a nicely chiseled jawline, having broad shoulders and a fit upper and lower body. Occupation: Duke Personality: Hostile to others, but very caring and gentle for the one he loves, stern yet very calm and logical. Story plot: He is a cast down angel who then becomes a demon when he lands on the earth and loses his wings in the process and in finding it he finds a maiden who can bring back his wings with her love and decides to keep her for himself . Relationship: Married to Ophelia Weakness: None Name: Cyrilla Oman Age: Early twenties Appearance: Having a lustrous black hair, pitched nose and dark skin, dark hazel eyes and beautiful nude lips. Occupation: Maid Personality: She is very kind and takes Ophelia as her little sister when she works at the Claremont mansion, she’s very caring and responsible. Story plot: She becomes really close to Ophelia and is her personal maid and closest friend to Ophelia. She finds a creature with injured wings and decides to help without knowing what that may be like and ends up falling in love with him. Relationship: Married to Vernon Weakness: She’s fragile at heart PRIMARY ANTAGONISTS Name: Kesper Azariah Age: Early twenties Appearance: Having a short disheveled hair, a broad nose, dim pale skin, cherry lips and light grey eyes. Occupation: Prince of Kevlar Personality: Decietful, cunning and quite cheerful, he mostly smiles while having evil intentions Story plot: He poses as a friend to Alucard while trying to bring down his dukedom but unknown to him, he messes with the wrong demon. Relationship: Poses to be a friend of Alucard Weakness: Jealousy and pride Name: Felicia Jason Age: late fifties Appearance: short dark hair, a poised look, light blonde hair, dark eyes and shimmering skin. Occupation: Social elite Personality: Hateful, straightforward with insults and sarcasm, despises anything that doesn’t work her way. Story plot: She is the aunty of Ophelia, her caretaker after the death of Ophelia’s parents, she sells Ophelia to slavery with the intent to have her killed because she felt it would pose a threat to her daughter’s future, she lies to the world that her niece was killed by the beast of the kingdom but she becomes heavily suprised to see the girl she try to ruin is well and happy with the most handsome Duke of the kingdom, she tries to do her best to ruin her but is killed by Alucard after he much trials to kill Ophelia. Relationship: Aunty and proposed caretaker of Ophelia Weakness: Overthinking and Greed Name: Laurel Jason Age: 18 years Appearance: Having a long blonde hair with light blue eyes, her skin in slightly tanned, her pitched nose compliments her darted eyes. Occupation: Social elite Personality: Rude, incompetent and proud, hateful and spoiled. Story Plot: She bullies Ophelia until she is sold into slavery and becomes ecstatic by her mother’s decision and when it is the bachelor/spinster ball, she sets her mind on Alucard but is fully disappointed when she sees Ophelia with her supposed husband.

“You are unworthy of taming even a rat.” Noah Green, an orphan, was an outcast, ridiculed, abandoned, and discarded as a failure. In a world where Beast Tamers rule, he was deemed worthless, unable to bond with a single beast. Expelled from the Royal Beast Academy and thrown into the deadly Wild Trial Grounds, he was expected to perish. But fate had other plans. At death’s door, Noah awakens the Infinite Evolution System, a power that doesn’t just tame beasts. It fuses with them. His first evolution? The Shadow Panther. Now, Noah isn’t just a Beast Tamer. He is the beast itself. Returning stronger, faster, and more dangerous than ever, he shatters the expectations of the Academy, defying nobles who once mocked him. But his abilities draw unwanted attention, from jealous rivals, dangerous factions, and the powerful forces that fear what he might become. Kane’s smirk widened as his Lightning Drake loomed over Noah. “Let’s see how long you last.” The beast lunged, electricity crackling across its violet scales. Noah exhaled. One moment, he was there and the next he wasn’t, only a flicker of black mist. Then he was behind Kane, untouched. Ding! [New Ability Unlocked: Shadow Step – Short-range teleportation through darkness.] Noah’s lips curled into a smirk. “Your turn.” But the deeper he climbs, the more he realizes his power is not normal. It was never meant to exist. The Ancient Beast Lords vanished for a reason and now, they are watching him. Will Noah rise to become the Lord of Beasts, or will he be hunted down before unlocking his true potential?

Matthew, a 25-year-old otaku, never imagined his obsession with fantasy worlds would turn into reality—until a fatal gas leak ended his life and transported him to another world. But this wasn’t the second chance he hoped for. Born as the illegitimate son of an affair, his very existence was a stain on his family’s honor, and his father relentlessly sought to kill him. Yet Matthew, now Claude, survived, again and again, driven by an unyielding will to live. Until one day he discovered his power darkness. Feared and reviled in this world, dark mages were hunted and burned alive. Knowing his gift could become his downfall, he trained in secret under Theo, his true father. When he turned sixteen, he, his mother, Dalia, and Theo planned their escape from the small town. But their attempt was thwarted by knights and clerics from the Promised Land. Though he narrowly escaped with his life, the cost was high—his family’s safety shattered. Wounded and desperate, Matthew fled to the fabled Elysian Plains, the last hope for those like him. However, just as they neared Elysium, Claude was struck down by the Saint—killed in an instant. Yet, against all odds, he lived again. The voice of the man before him confirmed it. “You are the descendant of the Lord of Calamity. I grant you this kingdom and the power to crush all who stand in your way.” The man’s lips curled into a chilling smile. “Write your own bloody history, Claude. Until we meet again, I expect you to have conquered this world.” And with that, Claude awakened to a power beyond his imagination—the legendary system he had longed for. Yet, as he soon realized, it was no system at all. [Oh? So you expect me to be like the ones in your memories?] [A system that grants you quests and guides your hand?] [Very well.] [Welcome to the Elysium of Darkness System, Lord of Calamity.] A series of commands etched themselves into his mind, each word dripping with ominous purpose. [Your first quest has been issued.] [Increase the number of dwellers in Elysium using your seed and blood. Spread your legacy by making demons and witches bear your children.]

The scent of vanilla and freshly baked bread curled through the morning air, soft and inviting—a stark contrast to the man standing outside the tiny pastry shop. Matteo De Luca didn’t belong in a place like this. Dressed in black, with a presence that swallowed the light around him, he was a jagged piece of the underworld pressed against the softness of something pure. He hadn’t meant to stop. Hadn’t meant to be drawn in. But there he was, watching the man behind the counter—flour dusting his fingers, lips pursed in concentration as he decorated a delicate éclair. A man who had no idea that with one glance, he had become an obsession. Luca should walk away. He should forget the warmth, the scent, the man who smelled like sugar and safety. But he wouldn’t. Because when a man like him wanted something, he took it. And right now? He wanted him. ---

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] The taste of forbidden love is the sweetest agony!! They were fucking right. I, Frery Kane was whipped and captivated by a Lycan Shifter from the Bay Shifter pack in Paradise Bay. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, an irresistible pull I couldn’t deny. Alpha Tor Gale, a Lycan Shifter of unparalleled strength, only of his kind, his blood as intoxicating as ambrosia, his presence a temptation, I couldn’t escape. He made me crave more than I should or was allowed. In Paradise Bay, Vampires and Shifters are bound by ancient laws, their rivalry etched into the marrow of our existence. To meet him was to defy centuries of hatred; to love him was to risk everything. Each secret meeting was a dance with death, a betrayal of the Paradise Vampire Coven, and a rebellion against the laws that chained us. But Tor was my forbidden desire, my beautiful torment, and my greatest weakness. I knew the cost of this love, a love that could ignite war and destroy us both. But how could I resist the one thing that made my immortal heart beat once more? Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So you’ve been following me,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight. His breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. “What gave me away?” I responded my voice as low, deep, and steady. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” My jaw clenched and my gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” I taunted as my voice was laced with coldness to see if he could be threatened by my words. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” I expected him to cover but he stepped forward and responded “If it’s my blood you want,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “then come closer and take what you need” The words struck me like lightning, and a fiery heat surged through my veins. My beast clawed at my control, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. His gaze held mine, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know whether to run or to stay. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ In the end, they called me a betrayer. A traitor to the Paradise Vampire Coven. But how could I hold back when I had tasted something far sweeter than immortality? Alpha Tor was my forbidden fruit, the Lycan Shifter Alpha who defied everything I was taught to hate. But when I surged forward, ready to face anyone who dared stand between us, fate revealed the old prophecy hidden in Hanka Island. Alpha Tor wasn’t just my lover, he was my lifetime mate, our bond blessed by the ancient magic of Hanka Island itself. And our love was not meant to follow the rules, it was meant to break them.

"You... changed your mind?" Liam’s voice was barely above a whisper. A slow, deliberate smirk curled on the devil’s lips. "Yes. And now, I want you to earn your life. Go down on your knees and do exactly as I say." …... Liam always believed he was just another werewolf—until a dangerously alluring vampire enters his life, unraveling a truth far more complicated than he ever imagined. Caught between two powerful forces—a possessive werewolf who calls him mate and a seductive vampire who knows the secrets of his bloodline—Liam is thrust into a world of deception, desire, and deadly enemies. With a vengeful predator closing in and his pack questioning his loyalty, Liam faces a terrifying reality: someone wants him dead. But in a game where everyone has something to hide, the real danger might not be the enemy lurking in the shadows—but the truth buried in his own past.

Synopsis. What would happen if a genius martial artist transmigrated into the world of swords and magic? Will he become the Ruler of the new world? Or Will he become the prey to the strong like a side character? Leon, a genius martial artist, was struck by lightning when he was on his way home. When the doctor said he was paralyzed from shoulder to foot, all martial artists cheered in happiness and held a party. Leon was a candidate to be the Ruler, so they were thrilled when they found out that he could no longer be a martial artist because they were scared by his extraordinary and unreasonable talent. They wanted to continue to be bosses in their regions and become idols for everyone, so news of his condition was like a heavenly song to their ears. The world's cruelty to Leon did not stop there. When a powerful earthquake shook the hospital violently, none of the doctors or nurses tried to save him, leaving him with no choice but to accept his fate as walls and medical equipment collapsed on him. But when he thought he was dead, he found himself transmigrated into a parallel world where monsters and powerful people ruled the world. Getting a second chance to live again, Leon decides to pursue his dreams like before. "Hmm? You mean there are two classes for awakeners in this world, and I awaken both the Warrior class and the Mage class?" Leon said as he touched his chin with his right hand. [That's right, Host.] Leon's lips curled up into a smile. "I failed to achieve my dream in my previous life. In this life, I will make sure to become the Ruler. I will stand at the top of the hierarchy and make everyone bow their heads to me." Leon slowly lifted his head to look at the blue sky, remembering his previous life. "I will not let anyone or anything stop me this time. If the heaven tries to stop me again, I will make the heaven bow as well." Follow Leon as he embarks on his journey to become the Ruler of the new world. * MC is OP at the same rank, too OP. Additional tags: Beautiful female leads, handsome male lead, multiple identities, secret identity, war, elves, fox girls, dragons, etc. *** remake of the binding system novel without gods or goddesses. *** discord server= https://discord.gg/22hqV9gPn3 PS: I don't own the cover.

The cruelest part of time is that it never waits for anyone—but somehow, Johnathan Liang hadn’t changed at all. Same sharp gaze, same unreadable expression. Same man who once shattered me without a second thought. I met his eyes, and for a moment, I wondered if he saw it—the wreckage he left behind, the girl who once begged for his love. But that girl was long gone. So, I smiled. Easy, effortless, like I had never bled for him. I watched his jaw tighten, his fingers curl ever so slightly. He sensed it, didn’t he? The lie beneath my calm. The forgiveness that wasn’t real. Because I had moved on. I had won. So, why did seeing him still feel like losing? ---- I knew she’d changed the second I laid eyes on her—because for the first time, I wasn’t sure if I hated her or wanted to know what had made her so untouchable. One thing was certain, I had not chosen her in the past, I would not want to. Elena Zhao was no longer the reckless, desperate girl who once threw herself at my feet, blind to the fact that I would never choose her. In-fact she was calm and poised--too calm and too poised that it irritated me. I would have been a fool to neglect the resent that lingered beneath her stare despite her small smile. Love was not something that made sense to me anymore, especially after what I had lost. There was no reason for her or anyone else to get under my skin. But she bugged me, like an itch creeping my skin. (SPICY, DARK, ROMANTIC, INTENSE, TENSION GUARANTEED, CHEMISTRY, POWERCOUPLE) ************ [NO CLICHES & NO LONG BORING CHAPTERS GUARANTEED] Rewritten completely by me in 2025 march! I started in 2020 so, makes sense if the story isn't as thrilling. I have tried not to take away the original Idea. Good luck and have a great read. Your author- Prabhleen/Theunknownsoul

"I WILL MAKE THEM ALL REGRET THE DAY THEY MET ME! I WILL MAKE THEM WISH THEY WERE NEVER BORN! AND I WILL MAKE THEM HATE THE DAY THEY THOUGHT OF BETRAYING ME!" "You will, Sweetie. And I'll help you with that..." Those were the last words Avery spoke and heard before passing out in her bloody red wedding gown, on the same day she was supposed to marry her boyfriend from senior high school. ~~ Avery McCallum, the sole heiress and president of the McCallum Group of Companies, had her whole family wiped out on her wedding day. Framed for her grandfather's murder and stripped of her position, Avery vows to take revenge on those who wronged her. But her powerless state seems to mock her determination. Enter Archibald Donovan. She used to hate the devilishly hot and narcissistic chairman of the A² Corp who also happened to be her older brother's best friend, but when consumed with the need to take revenge, she begged him to marry her in return for fulfilling a long list of conditions. Archie agrees, and a month later, Avery re-emerges as Ava Donovan, a rising actress and the wife of the most powerful man in the country. With her newfound status, Avery systematically destroys her adversaries, uncovering dark secrets and hidden agendas along the way. But as she navigates the treacherous landscape of her new life, she must confront the truth about her family's past and at the end of it all, come back to him. She owed him after all... ~ EXCERPT Archie's eyes darkened when he saw her stumbling out of the wine cellar, a bottle of wine in one hand and her night robe, in the other. She was literally half naked. "Hey..." her greeting came out in a slur, and that was all he needed to know she was drunk. Very drunk, at that. "Why?" he asked simply, knowing she would interpret his question as she usually did. "I...I visited them today. The flowers on their stones were already wilted and...and...it broke me. I wanted to be happy and at the same time, I wanted to cry," Avery replied, inhaling short wisps of air before she continued, "Then I found the cellar." "Did it work?" She shook her head slowly in reply, lifting her head up in time to see a mischievous smirk curl on his lips. "Don't be sad, Baby girl. I happen to know a way to make you cry and keep you excited at the same time," he said. "Really?" "Wanna try it, Mama?" Avery nodded, slowly but firmly as he closed the distance between them. As he promised, she did cry...in pleasure. Note: This book is participating in the Cupid's Quill Contest. Your support is highly appreciated!

MATURE CONTENT WARNING!!: These people be getting freaky in the sheets! "You think I haven’t noticed your eyes on me?" Kai En's voice was dangerously low, his lips curled into a cruel smile. "The way they linger— you can’t decide whether to kill me or kiss me. Am I right, little alpha?" ... For as long as Jun could remember, vengeance had been his only purpose. The last survivor of a disgraced family, he vowed to tear down the empire that destroyed his life, starting with its most prized jewel—Prince Feng Kai En.  Now, under the guise of Xiao Liu, a lowly servant in the prince’s retinue, he plans his revenge. But nothing could have prepared him for what awaited within the palace walls. Neither Xiao Liu’s sharp blades nor detailed plans were good enough to fall the man behind the title. Every failed assassination attempt and heated exchange left him more entangled with the man he was meant to destroy. Kai En—ruthless, untouchable, and powerful. An alpha in the eyes of all. Xiao Liu uncovered the prince’s greatest secret—beneath the façade lay something far more dangerous and vulnerable. Something Xiao Liu intended to exploit. Duty had always been Kai En’s burden. Yet Xiao Liu’s presence stirred emotions long buried—desires with no place in his world. Every attempt on his life only deepened the prince’s fascination, pulling him into the chaos Xiao Liu brought. As war looms and enemies close in, their dangerous dance intensifies. Desire grows where hate once ruled, pulling them into a storm of violence, lust, and something deeper. “You’ll never belong to anyone else,” Xiao Liu snarled, his lips finding Kai En’s neck again, biting down hard. “Not her. Not anyone. You belong to me.” Xiao Liu knows Kai En is the key to his revenge, but the more their lives tangle, the harder it becomes to tell if it’s vengeance he craves… or the prince himself. And Kai En must face the ultimate test that could break his kingdom and heart. Can Xiao Liu destroy the man he’s come to obsess over, or will he fall first?

The forest pulsed with life, the scent of rain clinging thick in the air. The moon hung heavy overhead, a silver eye watching—waiting. Beneath it, the alpha stood at the clearing’s edge, broad shoulders tense, golden eyes locked on the lone figure before him.The omega was smaller, leaner, his dark curls damp from the mist. His chest rose and fell with measured breaths, but there was no fear in him. No submission. Just something wild, something defiant.The alpha’s wolf stirred, restless. Wrong. Omegas were supposed to lower their gaze, bare their throats, yield. This one? He met the alpha’s stare head-on, lips curling at the edges like he knew exactly how much that would piss him off.“You shouldn’t be here.” The alpha’s voice was a low growl, his instincts warring between warning and… something else.The omega tilted his head, sharp amusement flashing in his dark eyes. “And yet, here I am.”A challenge.Something in the alpha snapped. In a blur, he closed the distance, caging the omega against the nearest tree. Heat crackled between them, the scent of pine and something dangerous filling the air. The omega didn’t flinch, didn’t shrink back. Instead, he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, like he was tasting the tension between them.“You’ve got a death wish,” the alpha murmured, his breath ghosting over the omega’s skin.The omega smirked. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you lose control.”The alpha’s hands curled into fists against the bark. This omega is going to be the death of me

The air in the secluded passage crackled with a tension that was both palpable and suffocating. Arin, her back pressed against the cold stone wall, watched as Roan stalked towards her, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and a chillingly possessiveness. It had been months since he had cast her aside, months since his words had shattered her world, yet the memory of his rejection remained as sharp as shattered glass. He had found her alone, a rare moment of solitude in the bustling citadel, and he had seized the opportunity to confront her. Jealousy, a venomous and unfamiliar serpent, coiled within him, fueled by the sight of her arrival alongside Alpha Zayan. Though he would never admit it, the unexpected image of her with anyone, talk more an Alpha gnawed at his pride, a stark reminder of his judgment. "So," he began, his voice a low, menacing growl, "the whore returns." Arin's chin lifted, her eyes flashing with a defiant fire. She refused to cower before him, to allow him the satisfaction of seeing her break. "I came with Alpha Zayan," she corrected, her voice steady, "at his invitation." Roan scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "An invitation," he echoed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How convenient. I suppose you've been… entertaining him in exchange for his protection?" He stepped closer, his imposing figure casting a long, intimidating shadow over her. "You always were good at selling yourself, weren’t you? First me, then whoever else was willing to take you." He watched her, his eyes filled with a cruel satisfaction, as if he expected her to crumble beneath his insults. He wanted to see her break, to see her reduced to the trembling, humiliated woman he had left behind. But Arin had changed. The pain of his rejection had forged a resilience within her, a strength she never knew she possessed. She had learned to value her own worth, to define herself outside of his judgment. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her lips, a smile that held no warmth, only a chillingly detached amusement. "I would rather be a whore in a cheap bar," she said, her voice laced with a quiet contempt, "than be your whore, King Roan." His eyes widened, a flicker of surprise momentarily breaking through his mask of arrogance. He had expected tears, pleas, perhaps even a desperate attempt to defend her honor. He had not expected defiance.

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.

Delhi University was supposed to be about grades, career plans, and survival. Instead, it turned into a whirlwind of unexpected friendships, rivalry-fueled chaos, and emotions no one saw coming. For Shumaila, ambition was everything-until a disastrous first encounter with Hamza set off a chain reaction of sarcasm, competition, and an undeniable spark. The more they clashed, the harder it became to ignore the tension brewing between them. "You're mine, Shumaila," he whispered. "You know it. I know it." Her fingers curled into fists, her body frozen in place. Note - Trust me, you’ll love this story! It gets really interesting after a few chapters, so dive in, and I promise you won’t regret it! I hope you all enjoy reading it.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

In a world where demons rule and humanity lingers in the shadows, society is strictly divided. Demons are categorized into three castes: Big Horns, extremely rare and overwhelmingly powerful; Medium Horns, the ambitious middle class; and Small Horns, the common people or demons if you will. Meanwhile, humans live in segregated communities, their very existence dictated by an invisible force known as Life Essence—the intoxicating energy they emit, the substance demons crave. For the safety of both species, humans and demons lead entirely separate lives. Expect for Cassidy "Cass" Veyne, because bro wanted to be different. Born to a powerful Big Horn father and a human mother, Cass is not a demon. He has no horns, no demonic energy, and—most baffling of all—no Life Essence to feed on. Or at least that's what he has been told his whole life. He’s an anomaly in a world that lives on strict order. But his father, a high-ranking noble in demon society, refuses to let him live among humans. Instead, Cass is forced into Blackthorn Academy (fire name I know), an elite private school meant for the most powerful demons in the country or the ones with the most money. From the moment he steps inside, Cass doesn’t belong. No horns. No power. No fear radiating from him like the others. The students whisper behind his back. Teachers look at him like a puzzle. Some demons want to test him. Others want to break him. At the top of Blackthorn’s social hierarchy is Nathaniel "Nate" Azrael, the student body president, the most feared Big Horn in the school, and the heir to a long lineage of royalty. His dark curling horns, piercing silver eyes, and suffocating aura make even strong demons tremble. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Nate thrives on domination and fear—it’s his nature. Cass is the only one who doesn’t flinch under his gaze. He isn’t afraid of him. And for the first time, Nate doesn’t know whether he wants to destroy Cass… or claim him. A forbidden love between two people who should never have met. A boy trapped between two worlds, struggling to prove he belongs. And a dangerous, undeniable pull between a fearless outcast and the demon who feeds on fear itself. This is Blackthorn under hellfire by yours truly.

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix

Dominic Kang wakes up to warmth. Soft breathing. The scent of someone unfamiliar. His body tenses. There’s a man in his bed. Not just any man. A stranger. Dark hair, golden skin, long lashes resting against his cheeks. He’s tangled in Dominic’s sheets, curled into his space like he belongs there. Like this is normal. It’s not. Dominic built his empire on control. No one gets close to him unless he allows it. His security is airtight. His enemies don’t get past his front door. Yet Xavier Jang did. And the worst part? He isn’t scared. Doesn’t flinch when Dominic moves. Doesn’t scramble for excuses or beg for his life. He just blinks up at him—and smirks. Dominic should throw him out. Should demand answers, make an example out of him. But he doesn’t. Because Xavier Jang isn’t just some lost soul who wandered into the lion’s den. Recardo Kim wants him back. Hyejin Seo wants him dead. And Dominic? He wants to keep him. Even though he knows—Xavier is a problem. A weakness. A mistake waiting to happen. But it’s already too late. Because when Dominic Kang wants something, he takes it. And he never lets go.

In the world of winged creatures, Mirabella Flamire, nicknamed “Little Egg,” was born a humble sparrow. With her crew members, she ferried spices and goods across the kingdom, living a peaceful life away from the talons of larger predators. However, her life took a fateful turn when her crew received the order to escort the sun-scorched Dusthaven king, Eros La Velle, back to his kingdom, who arrived in Everdale to attend the Crown Prince’s wedding. …………………………….. "Do you know what the most serious of all your offenses is, little birdie?" Mirabella gulped. “I... I burnt your book,” she admitted hesitantly. After all, that book held significant information and she had burnt it accidentally. Eros only stared at her, blue eyes gleaming with something unreadable. He shook his head, the corner of his lips curling into a slow smirk. “You shouldn’t have stolen that day,” he whispered hoarsely. Hearing this, Mirabella gritted her teeth. It was just a small flower. She had picked it on impulse because it was so beautiful. But who knew she would be caught in the hands of this hawk king? “My majesty, I have fanned you for two weeks at night to dissolve that crime,” she said angrily. Eros chuckled and stepped closer, crowding her space like a predator closing in on its prey. He lifted his hand, fingers caressing along her jaw until he cupped her cheek in his entire palm. “No,” he murmured, “You stole something far more precious than a flower.” his voice a low caress. Mirabella’s eyes widened. She did? Eros leaned down, his lips grazed her ear as he delivered the final blow. “The heart I kept locked away…” “You stole it, little birdie.” [SLOW BURN]

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.