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.
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
"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?
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.