Lyra, the mortal researcher, hopes her life will run out, so she presents the enigmatic Dragon King Kael as a sacrifice bride. Instead, she discovers that Kael intends not to let her escape; her blood carries the key to an ancient curse that seals dragons to death. Lyra had to choose between the human kingdom that turned on her and a celestial revolution designed to wipe out the planet. Either she would become a puppet in their hands or revolt against gods and dragons to help define her own fate.
"Elara, you're not thinking this through!"
Liora Thorne's words resonated loudly through the Lunar Sanctum, bouncing off the pristine crystalline walls. The flickering symbols engraved on the stone pulsed quietly as if reacting to the tension between them.
Elara Ravenscroft stood in the sanctum's centre, her hands hovering over the Celestial Prism, the ancient relic glimmering faintly beneath her fingertips. She turned to Liora, her face outraged and indignant. "What am I not thinking about?" The sanctum's wards are failing, and Wolf's Crest cannot exist without them. "Someone must act."
"Yes, act, not gamble!" Liora approached, her boots tapping quickly on the slippery floor. Her amber eyes flared, revealing her wolfish impulses. "If this ceremony fails, the sanctum and the entire kingdom will be destroyed." Werewolf clans are already attempting to keep peace. The dragons had been waiting for an opportunity to march back in. "You want to give them one?"
Elara's jaw tightened as her wrath grew. "What I want," she continued with a stern voice, "is to prevent Wolf's Crest from tearing itself apart."The sanctum has held this country together for generations, and if I do not solve it right soon, we will lose everything.
"You can't fix it if you tear it apart first!" Liora's fury boiled over, and her voice rose. "Tonight's energy is unstable. You feel it, even if you don't say it. "If you lose control-"
"I won't lose control," Elara insisted, cutting her off. Her fingertips brushed over the prism's smooth surface as if to settle themselves. "I am the last Moon Weaver, Liora." This is my obligation: "Nobody else can do it."
"You're right," Liora responded, her tone softening somewhat. "No one else can do it. But you don't have to do it alone. Allow me to help you, or at least wait for a better night.
Elara looked away, refusing to meet her gaze. "I have been alone since the day they murdered my family. Don't expect that to change just now.
For centuries, Wolf's Crest has relied on the Lunar Sanctum to offer magic and stability. Its dome, made of a single moonstone, reflected the full moon's silver light, resulting in moving patterns on the walls. The Celestial Prism, pulsating quietly in the centre, functioned as the sanctum's heart, maintaining the delicate balance of magic that kept the realm safe.
Elara considered the sanctum as more than just a place; it symbolized a history. Her family had been Moon Weavers, balance keepers whose magic had kept the peace throughout several wars and rivalries. But betrayal destroyed that heritage. Rival werewolf clans, motivated by greed, had turned against them, murdering her family and exposing their secrets.
Even the sanctum was failing. Its wards faded with each passing moon, and the prism's brightness diminished as its magic fell out of sync. Without it, the kingdom's fragile peace would collapse. Werewolf tribes would compete for territory, and the dragon shifters, who were already dissatisfied, would seize the opportunity to reclaim power.
Elara knelt before the prism, her hands solid despite the weight of duty bearing down on her shoulders. She put her supplies in a precise circle around her, including bowls of crushed lunar stones, vials of dazzling stardust, and a silver blade engraved with runes that glowed faintly in the moonlight.
"This isn't a gamble," she murmured quietly, barely audible. "It's the only chance we have."
Elara began her chant with a low and beautiful voice, and the words of her ancestors poured effortlessly from her lips. The air in the temple thickened and pulsated with energy as the patterns on the walls became more vibrant. The tools around her glittered softly, their strength mirroring the flow of magic.
At first, everything felt right. The prism replied to her invocation by increasing the intensity of its light, creating ripples of silver energy throughout the sanctuary. The runes pulsed in time with her words, and the sanctum's magic matched hers exactly.
However, the harmony eventually failed.
The prism's illumination altered, and the hum became uneven. A faint crackling sound resonated down the tube, suggestive of ice splintering under tension. Elara stared, her chant falling off as she pressed her palms against the prism.
"Elara," Liora said quickly, stepping forward. "Something's wrong. "You should stop."
Elara mumbled, "I can handle it," as doubt entered her voice. The magic beneath her palms appeared jagged and unstable, challenging her control. She closed her eyes and concentrated harder, hoping to regain her energy balance.
The shadows inside the cloister started to alter. They barged, pushing and twisting against the walls. A faint voice echoed around the chamber. The sound sent shivers down Elara's spine, but she didn't dare stop.
"Elara!" Liora's voice became angrier. "This isn't just magic in the sanctum anymore; something else is here."
"I just need more time!" Elara snapped, her frustration boiling over. "I can fix this."
The prism emitted a burst of lightning, turning her off. The symbols on the walls flickered and faded as the temple rattled.
Liora moved quickly, stepping forward amid the chaos. "You're losing control."Let it go.
"Don't touch me!" Elara shouted, unleashing a wave of silver light. The power pushed Liora back, hitting the wall with a dull thud.
The prism's brilliance turned red, and its hum transformed into a low, sinister snarl. The cloister's energy surged out of control, ripping through the walls like a raging hurricane. The runes faded even more, and their light flickered slightly as the sanctum's wards faltered.
Elara's breath came out in ragged gasps, and her body trembled from exertion. "No," she quietly said, her voice cracking. "I can fix it." "I have to."
But the prism snapped. A jagged fissure opened on its surface, releasing a blast of cold air that made Elara's breath misty. The murmuring became louder, their words harsh and senseless, filling the space like a hellish chorus.
The prism fractured. A blinding light erupted from its core, and Elara was thrown backwards, her body smacking against the earth. For a minute, there was only silence.
Then came the silence.
The sanctum was plunged into darkness, and the once-vibrant runes went lifeless. The air felt strangely cold, and the whispers ceased. A crushing nothingness descended over the chamber, punctuated only by the faint sound of Liora moving in the corner.
"Elara," Liora said, her voice full of sorrow. "What have you done?"
Elara brought herself to her knees, her body throbbing with each movement. Her gaze turned to the prism's fractured pieces, where the blackness appeared to accumulate, dense and substantial.
A figure emerged from the darkness. It was humanoid but unusually tall and slender, and its shape moved like smoke in the breeze. Its eyes shone like molten gold, penetrating the darkness with unflinching intensity.
Elara froze; her breath caught in her throat. She had not summoned this, had she? The ceremony was designed to repair the sanctum's wards, not to summon... whatever it was.
The monster turned its head and stared at her with unsettling stillness. It crept closer, its presence stifling, and the air around it sparkled with unbridled energy.
"You should not have called me," it snarled, its harsh and venomous voice ringing throughout the chamber like distant thunder.
Elara's mind raced, and her instincts told her to leave, but her body remained motionless. The phantom raised a clawed hand, aiming squarely at her.
"Elara Ravenscroft," it cried, her name flowing forth like a curse. "Your time has come."
Savannah Carlisle was marrying a billionaire heir for security, or so she thought. Yet on her wedding night, she finds herself waking next to the wrong twin - and her signature is already tied to the Pennington dynasty's deepest secrets. Now imprisoned in a mansion of lies, Savannah learns that she's been seeded with an heir long before she says, "I do." Her womb isn't hers. Her name has been rewritten. And the man who really possesses her is ringless - he wears her silence. By then, with a fabricated contract, a lost memory, and a media empire built on illusion, Savannah must untangle a legacy where love is leverage, and escape may cost everything, including the child she didn't sign up to bear.
"I was raised to be a queen. But I was sold to be a concubine." Lois Frazer was born a member of House Valtara and grew up believing the throne was her birthright. But on the day of her coronation, Steve Reynolds, a former childhood friend and avowed protector, turns brother with a bloodless coup. Instead of killing her, Steve holds Lois in the palace - but not as a queen. He demotes her status by calling her a concubine, a trophy to be bent to his will and make his claim. But Steve's perverse kind of devotion conceals a deeper, ambivalent hunger - he doesn't just want her throne; he wants her. Unwilling to give up, Lois engineers her own resurrection to power, forging flimsy alliances and using even her captor's affections against him. In a kingdom swirling with political turmoil, forbidden desires and shifting loyalties, will Lois win back the crown - or will she ruin herself and the man who betrayed her?
Vesper Bloodmoon is a princess hidden away from her own kingdom, cursed with the mythic power of the Devouring Moon, the goddess that devours the wolf gods themselves. Both feared and shunned, she is reduced to secrecy until her father's death launches a maelstrom of political ambition, divine wrath and romantic entanglement. As the kingdom's devoted High Priest, Draven Nightfang knows the gods' laws better than anyone, and when he learns the truth about Vesper, their bond could shatter aeons of divine dominion or unleash a fierce power beyond anyone's control. In a world of worship, war, and fate, their love crucibles the one hope-or the final curse-to swallow gods.
"You left us," muttered Lucas, his eyes ablaze with betrayal and fury. "You should have stuck with us." As she stood there in the moonlit clearing during the Bonding Ceremony, her heart broke, and Lucas chose the other girl, casting Anya aside, forever forsaken. Her heart was aflame with pain and resilience as his words resounded through her. The Blackwood Pack was paralyzed by terror as evil Alpha, Elias of Shadowfang, unleashed evil to destroy their beloved home. In the chaos, Anya discovered her unique powers shining like a beacon. Driven to flee her splintering household, Anya sets out for Hidden Sanctuary, a mystical realm of refuge and knowledge. She meets Caleb, a noble warrior of the neutral pack with a mysterious past and a secret ambition. Anya and Caleb try to figure out what they want from each other as they expose secrets that could break their reality, even though they don't completely trust each other. Anya's most trusted confidantes, including her closest friend Lila, betray her, risking their mission. Anya digs into her ancient lineage and the prophecy inextricably tied to her fate. Both occur simultaneously, and both conclude the world. As Elias' wrath intensifies and the fate of every werewolf pack lies in the balance, Anya must harness her power, foster deep bonds, and face her darkest demons. Anya and Caleb have a life-defining decision: will love prevail over the ultimate sacrifice as the final battle approaches? Will Anya overcome her rejection and lead her people to victory, or will betrayal and war swallow them both?
On the cusp of their anniversary, Sophia Blake senses the widening gap between her and her billionaire husband, Julian Sterling. What she thought was the pinnacle of love and security reveals itself as a fragile dream. When she stumbles upon questionable dealings and deep-seated betrayal, it ignites her resolve to break free. In her quest to redefine herself, she embarks on creating a visionary tech startup-"InnoBliss." Meanwhile, Julian struggles to reconcile professional obligations and the emotional distance that has hardened around his heart. A cunning rival emerges, tangling them further in corporate battles. But from heartbreak's embers arise second chances-if both can confront buried feelings, unearth honest intentions, and decide what truly matters.
Learning about a magnificent, magical treasure, Ethan Draycott-a spiteful tech millionaire with a secret heart-accidentally summons forth Seraphina, the dethroned and cursed queen of the fairies. Having to stay in his universe until she finds her "true love," Seraphina hates depending on Ethan. But when two worlds meet, Ethan's commercial sense and Seraphina's lost magical skill present an interesting team-building challenge. Negotiating corporate backstabbing and the resurgence of long-standing magical enemies, the two learn perhaps that love is the strongest skill of all.
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."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?