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.
PERMISSION IS TAKEN FRIM THE ORIGINAL, BE WARNED!! Do you believe in Myths? Just when she thinks it can't get any worse, it does. Lucy lost everything four years ago in a rogue attack. She's been abused, starved, rejected, and broken. As her eighteenth birthday approaches, strange things start to happen, things that only happen once every century. She finds friendship in the most unlikely place and escapes to find her true self with the help of the most dangerous Alpha. Warning: This werewolf trilogy is not intended for anyone under the age of 18 or anyone who doesn't enjoy a good spanking. It will take you on adventures around the world, make you laugh, fall in love, crush your heart and possibly leave you drooling.
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***