In an era when great darkness and corruption reign, an immortal sorcerer is desperate for unprecedented imperial power over an island whose salvation must depend on the affections between an unsung prince and a blameworthy sorceress. Zeranah is not just a powerful sorceress but also a celibate clairvoyant and valorous warrior who can wield weapons of war, and whose beauty easily catches the eye. Detran is a beautiful young man who, devoid of ambition, roams round the mountains with his supernaturally swift legs. Zeranah becomes blameworthy after she reveals to Lord Golrus, an immortal sorcerer and major nobleman of the province of Zedzka, his future conquest over the kingdom of Agron. Detran learns of his princely status and the death of his true parents. Zeranah and Detran realize that they are divinely destined to be lovers who cannot succeed without each other, to share common obstacles and rule Agron together as the rightful king and queen. Thus, the impossibility of the refusal and denial of a love affair between them. The salvation assessment: In the face of the loss of their beloved ones, the increasing dangers and the onset of a civil war that stands inevitable, can Detran and Zeranah defeat the immortal sorcerer and his mighty acolytes who stand as a common threat to their love affair? Can they save Agron from the powerful jaws of eternal darkness?
Many moons ago, there existed a great island known as Agron, which abounded with wealth and beauty. Under the leadership of Chief Lanklis, black magic became a crime throughout the island, for there existed an eternal war betwixt Rezos, the god of goodness, and Arzalon, the god of evil.
There came a time when Zirik, the greatest overlord in the western region, craved for unprecedented power. He was desirous to turn the western region into a kingdom under his sway, for there was a lot of people who were willing to uphold his course and set up revolt for his sake.
Chief Lanklis, in order to stop Zirik, turned to Darlia, the greatest overlord in the southern region. Without any delay did Darlia seek the help of four other overlords, viz. Radak, Zedzka, Monti and Letta.
The five overlords gathered their men and joined forces together as a militia, having set up a bargain with Chief Lanklis. When Zirik saw that war was close at hand, he gathered together men and women and set up a militia.
Zirik and his militia engaged their rivals in a very bloody battle and fought like ravenous beasts. When Zirik saw that defeat had almost befallen him, he took with him the rest of his militiamen and fled to a forest called Desporas. There he made a deal with Arzalon on behalf of himself and his surviving militiamen.
Arzalon, very pleased that he had found the favourable means to procure the lion's share of the island, gave Zirik an emerald chest that abounded with dark magic powers, but Zirik and his surviving militiamen never made it out of Desporas.
They perished when Arzalon caused the air to cease in Desporas, but only one man, Zorakx, made it out of Desporas with the emerald chest since Arzalon chose to spare Zorakx's life and took Zirik to Kyrogid, the land of the evil spirits.
Peace eventually reigned in Agron after the civil war, and Chief Lanklis decided to honour his own part of the bargain that he had made with the five overlords.
Therefore, he split Agron into five great provinces according to the five overlords who had joined forces to fight with Zirik and his militiamen, naming the provinces according to the names of the five overlords. The crown and throne went to Darlia, whereupon Darlia became the royal city according to the will of Rezos.
When Zorakx opened the emerald chest, the militiamen who had followed Zirik to Desporas were resurrected. They became zombies that would never leave Desporas.
Agron fell under an enchantment, hence whoever sailed beyond the waters of the realm would never find their way back, and Agron became a ghost to the world beyond its waters. Alas, the beautiful island had become a prison of its own in the midst of the measureless seas.
Zorakx called the emerald chest the Curse of Zirik, for it was heavy with occult evils. Unhinged by the power of the Curse of Zirik, Zorakx plunged from the brink of a mountaintop and died. However, Rezos took his soul to Saz Draal, the land of the good spirits.
Before the whereabouts of the Curse of Zirik became an enigma to the sons and daughters of Agron, occultists tried to quell the darkness of the emerald chest. Unfortunately, a great evil that was detrimental to the island was the outcome each time the chest was opened.
To a few learned occultists, Desporas became a forbidden place on the island. Alas, the kingdom abounded with serious cases of the black arts. Alas, in the absence of trust amongst the provinces, each of the five provinces set up an army of its own.
Centuries, but centuries had gone by since the ground zero of monarchy in Agron, and there came the days when renowned faces became slaves to the cupidity for more and more power.
We've been married for three years, but I've never truly had his love. When his childhood sweetheart returned, just as promised, all I was met with were the cold, glaring divorce papers. "If I were carrying our child, would you still choose to divorce?" I asked, holding onto the faintest glimmer of hope, making one last desperate plea. His response, as expected, was just as cold as ever. "Yes." I closed my eyes, choking back tears, and finally chose to let go-to honor his decision. Years later, my heart had turned to ash. Lying in a hospital bed, I trembled as I signed the divorce papers. "Alexander, from this moment on, we owe each other nothing..." What I never saw coming was the ruthless, decisive CEO kneeling at my bedside, his voice hoarse, almost broken, as he pleaded, "Vivienne, don't divorce me... please."
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."