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Myril’s world is sinking before her eyes. Foreign ships flood into the harbor and Anamat’s citizens flee across the sea while the governor helps foreign emissaries steal from the city’s guilds. The guildmaster enlists Myril to help save the Chronicles of Anamat from the pillagers and their local allies. Her old friend Darna returns to the city strangely pregnant – if that’s what it is. She’s also about to become the ruler of Tiadun. Meanwhile Iola, the ambassadress, is determined to fly to the dragons’ realm again, even if it kills her, and the Defenders have more troubles than they can manage. Will any of them survive when the waters rise again? This book concludes the Anamat/Dragonsfall series.

“Think like a Greymoor, not a Fenwick," Elias said through the mind link. “You're a pure-blooded alpha, Ralph. And I am your guardian. Do you think your friends will still have your back if they know what you are becoming? Not a beta, not an omega – but an alpha.”


She woke up to destroy the world. He was just trying to survive the night. Until one forbidden bite bound their souls forever.

Three centuries ago, the Greymoors ruled the night—a brotherhood of the world's most powerful Alphas, bound not by blood, but by power. Until they were betrayed and burned to ash.

Freya is a ghost from the forgotten era, the daughter of an Alpha driven by three hundred years of trapped rage. When Ridgehaven Academy's secret student sacrifices spill enough blood to wake her, she rises for revenge.

Starving and disoriented, she bites Ralph—a clueless student who doesn't know he is the descendant of the only wolf who escaped the ancient fire.

That single bite shatters a centuries-old curse, unlocking the dormant True Alpha power in Ralph's veins. Bound by the moon Goddess as fated mates, they are now the most hunted targets in a city where Alphas are banned.

Together they are the greatest threat Gloomridge has ever faced or its only salvation.

📣 Author's note: Journey with me on this epic through “The Last Greymoors series”. We are going to be diving deep into this world for a long time, so buckle up, add it to your collection, and let's experience this adventure together.

✨TROPES

🐺True Alpha 🔮Last seer 💞 Fated mates
🔃 Reborn 👑 Chosen one 📜 Prophecy ⚔️ Revenge 🎭 Hidden Identity 🕯️Slow burn ⚔️ Last of their kind ⚰️ Resurrection 🧬 Hybrid 🔥 Enemies to Lovers 🏠 Forced proximity

Adrian died as a human,he woke up hungry.Buried beneath a city consumed by living dungeons, he is reborn as the weakest organism in the Nest—a Corpse Larva meant to feed, crawl, and eventually be eaten.
But something is wrong with him. Every corpse he devours leaves something behind.
Memories,skills,fear and while humanity struggles to survive the apocalypse above, something far worse is evolving below it.

On his deathbed, my husband Marcus confessed he'd swapped our baby with his mistress Chloe's seventeen years ago. Staring at his tearful, repentant face, I barely held back a laugh—I'd uncovered this secret sixteen years prior. I'd quietly swapped my real daughter back, sending his bastard to her cruel biological mother. Seventeen years of patience wasn't weakness, but waiting for the perfect moment. Now he's dying, Chloe's panicking, and my half-lifetime revenge? It's only just starting…

I died once—betrayed and devoured by my fiancée and the townspeople I had protected. I used my ice powers to shield them from the scorching apocalypse, yet they believed the rumor that consuming me would grant them the same abilities, and brutally ate me alive.

Reborn fifteen days before the apocalypse, when 70-degree heat turns Texas into a wasteland, my ice powers will become the only oasis. In this life, the police station basement will no longer shelter refugees—it will only store my supplies, and the corpses of those who dare to trespass.

Returned to my biological family, I didn’t find a home. I became a living blood bag for my adopted sister.

On the night of our shared eighteenth birthday gala, I weakly tugged at my mother's dress. "Mom, please... no needles just for tonight. I only want to stand in the corner and watch the cake being cut."

"Elena is suffocating in agony, and all you care about is a slice of cake?"

Disgusted, my mother ordered my brother to lock me in the attic with heavy silver chains.

When the fire broke out, completely paralyzed by the toxic silver and severe blood loss, I burned alive in the dark.

Now a phantom, I drifted down to the glittering ballroom, only to overhear my mother's cold laugh.

"Elena's condition was cured three years ago. We kept draining her just to break her spirit," she sneered. "Did that street rat really think blood ties meant she could steal Elena's place?"

My sister was never dying. My years of living hell, my agonizing death... it was all just a brutal, calculated punishment for daring to exist.

They say the dead go where they belong.

But I didn't.

I drift through the cold winds, watching my husband—the detective who once swore to protect me with his life—diligently investigating a dismemberment case.

He doesn't know that the broken body lying in the morgue is his wife.

He doesn't know that the gentle, caring "psychologist" who brings him lunch every day is the one who killed me.

He doesn't know that when I called him in my final moments, begging for help, he hung up on me. I am dead. Yet, that is not the cruelest part— the most harrowing aspect is having to witness the truth gradually emerge, watching as that man collapses completely upon uncovering it all.

I was Alessandro Romano's wife in name only—the mafia godfather of Belluno City.
We had the most extravagant wedding this city had ever seen: three thousand guests, flowers lining every street. Everything except a legal marriage certificate.
Over three years, he promised to sign the papers twenty-two times. He canceled every single one.
He would buy two identical necklaces, hanging one around my neck and the other around his mistress's, trading a night spent comforting her for a dismissive apology to me.
After the twenty-one broken promise, I stopped waiting.
I packed my bags and left for the one city he vowed never to enter.
What I didn't know: after I left, the man who ruled the underworld completely lost control.

This was my 43rd time proposing to Isaac, and once again, he turned me down.
Then I spotted the black lace peeking out from his bag.
"My lab partner's on her period. I bought them for her."
The genius said it without a hint of guilt—even had the nerve to say I was being unreasonable.
We argued, and I stormed out, only to end up in a brutal car accident."
Bleeding on the asphalt, I used my last bit of strength to call him.
His response was ice-cold:
"A crash just thirty minutes after you left? Jane, your act is getting pathetic."
The moment he hung up, something broke—and not just my leg.
Seven years of delusion shattered with it.
When I woke up, I accepted my childhood friend's proposal.

Why Tech Billionaire Artemis Rhodes would post such a thing?!

"Everyone is talking about the hashtag that just went viral in less than a few hours. Nevertheless, this girl has become a mystery everyone wants to solve. In fact, we have pictures from several people who have seen the girl in person."

The screen of the phone is small but I catch several pictures of me flashing on the screen. This can't be happening!

You know that panic attack I had been pushing down? Well, that thing comes back with a vengeance. It feels like all the air is sucked out of me and my chest gets tight. My vision blurs and I register I'm falling just before things go dark.

"Relax Miss Riley, this is Mr. Rhodes a donor to our hospital. This woman is his fiancee. I'll take things from here." The doctor says and steps aside to let the nurse out.

I watch her scurry away before I focus on the doctor. He's an older man with white hair and a friendly face but he gives me weird vibes.

Wait...did he just say, fiancee?

"I'm sorry what did you say?" I ask.

"I have a proposition for you." The man says.

"A proposition for me? What do you mean?"

"A proposition? It means-"

I wave my hand. "Not that! I'm not an idiot. I mean what proposition?"

"I want you to marry me." He says with a straight face.

So I bet your wondering how a woman who lives in an abandoned train car ends up married to a big tech billionaire.

Well it's simple. We ran right into each other, locked eyes and the rest is history.

Okay, no that's not exactly how it happened. See Artemis Rhodes is in a pinch. He needs a bride by his next birthday...six days from now. So what does he do? He hunts me down like a crazy stalker and offers me a ton of money to marry him.

Crazy right?

Of course I refuse because I have some dignity, but when my world is turned upside down I have no choice but to accept. Thanks to him I can't go back to my old life, and now I'm stuck in his.

I'm his rebellion against his family and the thorn in his flesh...His words not mine...

We are from different worlds and that means eventually those world clash and with it disaster strikes ready to tear the whole scheme apart. You know, just a regular Tuesday.

So what do two people do when everything starts going wrong?

Well let me tell you...

My name was Healer. I could save lives with my blood, and they used me for it, not caring about me only what they could get from me. but they didn't know that although I could give life, I could take it as well.

Hera is dead.
That’s what the blood in the woods says.
That’s what Astrid saw with her own eyes.
And that’s what should have ended it.
But it didn’t.
Because her death wasn’t the beginning of justice.
It was the beginning of the hunt.
As grief fractures their world, Astrid and her friends are forced to confront a terrifying truth—someone isn’t just killing.
They’re choosing.
Marking.
Watching.
And now, the circle is closing.
What started as a single investigation quickly unravels into something far more dangerous, pulling them into a web of ancient forces that have been waiting… watching… and are no longer willing to stay buried.
Enemies rise from places they never thought to look.
Allies become something else entirely.
And survival begins to demand impossible choices.
Because some lives can only be saved by sacrificing others.
As power awakens inside Astrid—wild, unstable, and willing to burn everything in its path—she’s pushed to the edge of what she can control… and what she’s willing to lose.
Even if it costs her everything.
Even if it costs them.
Because this time, they aren’t just being hunted.
They’ve already been marked.

(this is a continuation of 'the last tribrid')

For seventeen years, I believed I was nothing, Iris Delta, the unwanted orphan tolerated by a pack that saw me as a burden. The Maxwell quad Alpha heirs made sure I knew my place, tormenting me with cruel words and vicious pranks. I was weak, worthless, invisible.
I was wrong about everything.
On my eighteenth birthday, Alpha Maxwell reveals the truth that changes everything: I'm Seraphina Blackthorne, the last heir of a bloodline thought extinct. My parents didn't abandon me; they were murdered by the Northern Alliance, who believed they'd eliminated every trace of Blackthorne power.
They were wrong, too.
The moment my wolf Diamond awakens, the mate bond snaps into place with the four men who made my life hell. Fin, Brent, Kane, and Liam, my tormentors, are my fated mates, four pieces of one soul that can only be completed by me. Their cruelty wasn't hatred; it was a fractured soul recognising its missing piece and lashing out in fear.
But the Northern Alliance isn't finished. They've come to eliminate the last Blackthorne before I can claim my birthright. What they don't realise is that I'm not just the last heir, I'm the strongest Blackthorne born in three centuries.
When divine justice flows through my veins and ghostly wolf spirits answer my call, they'll learn what happens when you try to destroy something the goddess herself has chosen to protect.
The Blackthorne line has returned. And this time, we're not going down without a fight.

She is the last Luna on the Planet.

She is a lonely widow and the mother of the only two children left in her pack.

Five years ago, her life was shattered. Since then, she has been trying to pick up the pieces.

In a dystopian world, where years of conflict and infighting and decades of climate catastrophes have wiped out the entire wolf population, Julia roams around the vast barren landscape hoping for a miracle. A chance at securing a better future for her kids. A burning desire to find a fertile land with an abundance of water to rebuild her wolfpack from scratch.

Julia’s pack loses the turf war to multiple attacks from rival clans and soon becomes homeless. Left with a handful of survivors and her two little pups, Julia begins to search for a new home.

She gives up all hope until she meets an Alpha who would change her life.

He is a highborn who has lost everything to savage wars and merciless Nature. He is an Alpha without a pack or a mate. He is as hungry for love as Julia is.

And he has a rogue omega for company who is young, dashing, fierce. He mates like a lion, hunts like a panther, protects like a god.

Both men get obsessed with Julia.

Julia is torn between her love and respect for the noble Alpha and her raw desire for the feral younger rebel. They both fight for her.

It is left upto Julia to decide who she would choose as her future mate.

Julia’s epic saga of survival and struggle is also her journey of Self- discovery. She discovers hidden strengths, battles inner demons, overcomes moral dilemma, and learns the harshest truth of Life:

“Loss is not as bad as wanting more.”

"I would like to say I'm sorry; I haven't been the best version of myself. I am sorry for my inability to communicate effectively, and I know these past few weeks haven't been the best."

"I do not want your apology, Xavier; I want to know why you have changed so much and become someone I barely know. I want to know what happened." She said, staring up at him, "Was my love never enough?" She didn't want to show her vulnerability, but he had always seen it.

"It was always enough," he said as he stepped towards her, crossing into her personal space.

Her heart picked up its pace, and she stared up at him. She could have told him to step back, but she wanted this. "You were always enough. I am sorry if I made you feel like you weren't." He said, and his lips met hers.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I quickly crawled out of the blanket and walked over to Gerard who was sitting at the end of the bed, and touched his hand gently, "I need to be stronger. Please hurt me." I pleaded like a puppy asking to be fed.

He dismissed my hand and stood up, walking towards the door. All he did was lock the door and then walk back towards me with slow but sure steps. His hand moved to remove the watch from around his wrist without taking his eyes off me.

Gerard stopped and cupped my chin with one hand, "I'm going to give you good pain." he said with a smirk on his face, and the next second he was actually making his attack on me.


In the beginning, humans lived peacefully, side by side with vampires and werewolves, thanks to the agreement of their ancestors. Until one day, a great war between vampires and werewolves erupted. As a result, vampires were declared extinct, while the number of werewolves was getting smaller.

Still upholding the covenant of the ancestors, the remaining nations tried to live in harmony side by side without disturbing each other. Until one day, a series of mysterious attacks occurred on human settlements, and the werewolves became the prime suspects. Hatred begins to rise in the hearts of humans, declaring war on the remaining werewolves and intending to eradicate them.

Anne, a girl full of ambition to avenge the attack on her family, joins The Vigilante Union, a special force to fight the werewolves. Anne never imagined that the enemy and the savior she had been looking for would be so close to her in the form of the same person.

What will she choose? Revenge or gratitude?

He thinks she’s the key to his salvation but what if she was created to kill him instead?


In a world where magic and monsters collide, Rain Lancaster is a cursed hybrid. Born half-human and half-wolf, everything she touches burns. She accidentally crosses paths with Rosee Knight, the cold, ruthless billionaire who secretly belongs to a dragon race.

Rosee Knight suffers from a fatal allergic reaction to human touch until Rain crashes into his world and becomes the only person who doesn’t trigger his deadly disease.

He seeks the bride whose blood can awaken his throne and save his race while she seeks a cure that will let her live without fear.

Two curses. One fate.
But when destiny demands a sacrifice… who will bleed first?

💔 Tragic past
🔥 Angsty romance
💀 Deadly prophecy
👁 Body-based magic system
🐉 Dragon curse/Beast mode
🌙 A goddess antagonist
🏃‍♀️ A runaway arc
⚔️ Mythical wars
🩸 Blood magic and sacrifice

Nightgrave Academy was never meant to be safe.

Not for someone like Ivy Rowen.

Possessing a power she doesn’t understand, Ivy is thrown into a world where alliances are fragile, magic is deadly, and trust is a luxury she can’t afford.

Everyone wants something from her.

Some want her power.

Some want her loyalty.

And some want her dead.

But as secrets unravel and the truth about her powers begin to come to light, Ivy realizes one thing:

She was never meant to survive Nightgrave.

She was meant to change it.

Sandra's perfect life is shattered by her husband's betrayal, and the threat of a monstrous creature. She found unexpected protection in the Wolf Prince, Diego. Together, they face an electrifying battle with a vengeful snake demon.

when mysterious deaths haunt them. Diego and Sandra must unravel a dark mystery that threatens their lives. Amongst the conflicts and sacrifices, love grows between them. Is their love strong enough to face a greater evil, one that involves evil demons and unimaginable sacrifices? In this epic story of love, betrayal, and the battle between good and evil, they will face the biggest test of their lives. Prepare to be trapped in an enchanting fantasy realm. Where wonder and danger always await.

I died the night I refused to postpone the engagement party.

The morning after my death, my parents were still having breakfast with my sister Blair, excitedly planning her award ceremony.

Before I died, the only person who answered my desperate call was my mother. I was being chased by kidnappers at the time, and I begged her to save me, telling her I was dying. But she said, "Stop being so dramatic! You're just trying to get our attention. If you want to die so badly, then go ahead and die."

That was my last call for help before the line went dead, and then I was struck by a car.

I lay on that dark road, bleeding profusely. They thought I was just sulking, hiding away to get attention. They thought if they ignored me, I would come back and apologize to them.

They didn't know I was already dead.

When that dealer tortured me, my dad, a narcotics cop, and my mom, the city’s chief medical examiner, were busy celebrating my sister’s win in the volleyball semifinals. To get back at my dad for destroying his drug network three years earlier, that man cut my throat. Right before I died, I called my dad. Before I hung up, he said, “Cut it out. Serena’s game is what mattered most right now.”

Ten years ago, my parents worked for the Bellamys. He was their driver. She ran the house.

Then came the crash. I watched them shove Nash Bellamy out of the wreck, and it killed them both.

That's where the claustrophobia came from.

He knew. He knew all of it.

Then at homecoming, I showed up in a dress that matched Camilla's. She was the girl he'd always wanted. So he shoved me into the abandoned supply closet backstage.

The lock turned. On the other side of the door, he and Camilla were laughing like it was nothing.

"I'm pretty sure she's claustrophobic."

"Two hours in there. She'll learn."

I clawed at my own hands until they bled, couldn't get any air, and ended up wetting myself in a closet a dog wouldn't sleep in.

When the door finally opened, he pinched his nose and laughed and said I was disgusting.

I pushed myself up the wall, inch by inch, and looked at the face I'd been looking at for ten years. And I didn't want to cry anymore. Not even a little.

"Nash. I'm done chasing you."

Fourteen years ago, Isabella Winston died.

At least, that's what everyone believed.

One moment, she was trapped inside a sinking car beneath the icy waters of the Hudson River. The next, she woke up in her own bathtub and somehow fourteen years in the future.

Her husband is no longer the warm, easygoing man she remembers.

Her five-year-old son is now a nineteen-year-old stranger who looks at her with suspicion.

Her twins barely remember the mother they lost—one forever chasing affection, the other keeping the entire world at arm's length.

And the family she left behind has become something broken, distant, and unrecognizable.

Now Isabella faces an impossible challenge: rebuilding a family that never truly recovered from losing her.

Fourteen years have left scars on everyone.

Unfortunately for those causing the damage, Isabella Winston has returned to set things right.

“You don’t love me, do you?” Luke whispered, pinning my wrists above my head.

His body pressed mine into the bed, hot, heavy, inescapable. His mouth brushed my ear, gentle enough to feel like a kiss, cruel enough to feel like punishment.

“It’s okay,” he murmured.“Your body is mine.”

I left Luke Morrison unconscious in an ICU eight years ago and rebuilt myself in London—elite auctioneer, an ocean between me and the past.

Then my brother's condition crashed. I'm back in Pennsylvania, standing behind an auction podium at his company's charity gala.

A little boy runs through the crowd and wraps his arms around me: "Mama, you came back."

"Daddy shows me pictures every day," Asher says.

Every. Single. Day. How long has this been going on?

Luke's watching with ice-cold eyes. The bullied boy I left behind? Gone. Replaced by a tech billionaire who makes predators look soft.

"Get in," he says. Not a request.

Then he takes me back to his home.

His penthouse is frozen in time—the art I chose, the books I organized. Our past preserved like he's been waiting.

"You owe me eight years, Mia," he says, showing me the scar. "The girl who watched them destroy me and did nothing. This time, you don't run."

When he fucks me, it's worship and punishment. Making me pay for every day I was gone.

"I've waited eight years for this. Every breath you take belongs to me."

He's not just possessive. He's broken. And Asher is the perfect weapon to keep me trapped.

-WARNING-This story may contain content that some may find disturbing.

“If you can’t satisfy me with your mouth, then you’ll have to satisfy me some other way.”

He ripped off her flimsy clothing and tossed the shredded fabric aside. Visenya panicked as she realized exactly what he was implying.

“Let me try again…with my mouth. I think I c...”

“Quiet!” His voice echoed off the walls of his bedchamber, silencing her on the spot.

This wasn’t the way she had imagined her first time would be. She pictured passionate kisses and gentle caresses from a man who loved and cherished her. Lucian wouldn’t be loving, and he certainly didn’t cherish her either. She had been cursed with a mate who was bent on revenge, wanting nothing more than to watch her suffer.


Ten years had passed since Dragons ruled over the world…since Visenya took her place as Lycan Queen. Vampires were forced into the shadows now that hunting and enslaving humans was punishable by death. The world was finally at peace…until Dragon Lord, Lucian woke from his induced sleep to discover that his entire race had been massacred by Visenya’s father. Visenya is stripped of her kingdom and forced to live out the rest of her days as Lucian’s slave. The cruelest joke of all is, Visenya learns that the mate she has been so faithfully waiting for all these years, is none other than the vengeful Dragon Lord himself.

Consumed by their hatred for each other, is it enough to fight the intense mate bond between them? Will Lucian push Visenya to her absolute limit, just to regret it all in the end?

In six years of marriage, I sacrificed everything for this family.
But my husband, Arthur, poured all his time and energy into another woman. Even worse, my own children wished for his mistress to be their mother.
When I realized I had been completely discarded—left truly alone in this house—something changed.
My eyes fell upon my mother’s Nobel Prize medal, and a fire ignited within me. A resolve of steel hardened my heart: From this moment on, I would live for myself!
Husband? Divorce him. Children? I was done with them.
From now on, I would be the master of my own destiny!
I returned to the laboratory, commanded the podium, and claimed the very same honors my mother once held.
But when I finally shoved the divorce papers into Arthur’s hands, his world—and the children’s—collapsed.
His initial flash of rage instantly crumbled. With bloodshot eyes, he fell to his knees before me, his voice hoarse and broken.
"Irene... I’m begging you... please don't leave me..."

"12 hours before this full moon ends. You'll make the last Lycan take your virginity"
"12 hours? What happens if I can't?"
"You'll die."
The last Lycan went crazily every full moon. He could only be tamed by having sex with a virgin werewolf. I was the chosen virgin. Surprisingly, sleeping with the Devil made me stronger.

The Lycan was a wall of masculine muscle behind me. His body heat scorched me even through my wedding dress; his breath seared the shell of my ear as he leaned closer and whispered, "Mate..."
If the last Lycan was the Devil, I thought I might want to go to hell.

When I rescued the last Lycan from his cage, I never thought that one day, I would be put into a cage by him.

I was captured by the one man I should fear most.

Commander Ruel is the Alpha King’s deadliest weapon. A war-forged Alpha feared by armies and obeyed by thousands. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.

The moment his hand touches mine, everything changes.

He says I'm his prisoner, yet he keeps me chained beside his bed every night.

He says he doesn't want me, yet his wolf growls whenever another man gets too close.

Every day he fights the mate bond.

Every night he comes back to me anyway.

The man who shows mercy to no one becomes terrifyingly protective when it comes to me.

What neither of us expected is the truth hidden in my blood.

He was raised to destroy my kind.

I might be the last of them.

Now a kingdom wants me dead, a traitor wants his throne, and the only man capable of protecting me is the Alpha whose touch feels dangerously like home.

But if Ruel discovers what I truly am, he may become the one thing I can never survive.

Darius swore that he would come back for revenge after the Hunters wiped out his entire family, and he meant it.
on Mika's eighteenth birthday, it was meant to be as usual, a frustrating day. That was Until he came.
it was meant to be easy. come in, wipe them out and leave. he was not expecting to find his mate among the people that took his own.
torn with the need to procreate to preserve his kind and the hate he feels for her kind. the love between them seems unlikely.

Savannah thought marriage would bring her love, but it only gave her pain. On the night of her anniversary, her husband handed her divorce papers and chose his mistress instead. Left with nothing, Savannah ran away carrying a secret — a baby growing inside her.

Alone, broke, and hunted, she tried to survive in a strange city. Just when her strength failed, a powerful stranger saved her life and rushed her to the best hospital in town. She never knew his face before, but fate was not done with her.

Now Savannah must fight for her baby, hide from the man who betrayed her, and guard her heart against the stranger who shows her the love she never had. But can she really trust him… or will history repeat itself?

The Last Floor Isn’t the End

Humanity had exactly one minute to prepare for the apocalypse.

At 2:13 AM, the world changed.

Cities vanished beneath colossal underground Floors ruled by a godlike System that transformed survival into a brutal game of levels, classes, monsters, and death.

Most people received powerful combat classes.

Riven Bourne received Archivist , a class so weak that surviving the first day should have been impossible.

But riven notices things others cannot.

Hidden flaws. Broken mechanics. Lies buried inside the System itself.

While stronger players chase levels and glory, riven survives through strategy, exploiting invisible rules to overcome enemies far beyond his strength. As humanity descends deeper into the Floors, he begins uncovering a terrifying truth:

The System was never designed to save humanity.

It was designed to test it.

Amid collapsing civilizations, deadly guild wars, and cosmic conspiracies, riven forms an uneasy bond with seraphine noct ,a mysterious girl feared for her death-based powers and haunted by the souls she can hear singing in the dark.

Their relationship begins as survival.

It becomes something far more dangerous.

As the Floors evolve from underground dungeons into entire worlds at war, riven must choose what kind of man he will become: a savior, a monster, or the first human capable of breaking the System completely.

Because the deeper humanity climbs…

…the clearer the truth becomes.

The last Floor isn’t the end.

The Unsung War Correspondent Georgiana Parker witnessed bloody massacres on the battlefields of Syria, where she fell in love with Michael Hall, the soldier who saved her life. Together, they worked to expose the terrorists' atrocities to the international community. Just as their comradeship was about to blossom into romance, they faced the terrorists' most brutal retaliation.
A close-range explosion nearly cost Michael his hearing and destroyed his promising career as a senior military officer. Georgiana only regained her sight through corneal reconstruction surgery.
When these two young people, scarred by war, met again, everything had changed.
Georgiana's photographs became powerful evidence in identifying the terrorist organization, and she shot to fame in the journalism industry. Michael, the former military officer, had been reduced to working as a humble security guard.
"Michael, I've finally found you!"
"Ma'am, you've got the wrong person."
"How could that be? I could never forget those steel-gray eyes of yours."

He’s the last of his kind. The king in a world where no one bows. The predator in a city full of prey. And he says I belong to him.

I thought I could ruin him.
I thought knowing his secret, that the city’s beloved billionaire is actually the ruthless mafia king in the shadows meant I had power over him.

But I was wrong.

Because Leander Vekaris doesn’t just want to silence me.
He wants to break me.
Strip me.
Claim me.

He says my bloodline is the only one that can save his dying race. That I was born to bear his heir, to carry his mark.
That he’s waited too long to let a weak little human like me say no.

And every time he touches me—every cruel word, every brutal kiss, every whispered promise to ruin me if I run—
…I started to believe him.

Because under his cruelty, there’s something else in his eyes.
Something dark and dangerous… but desperate too.
Like maybe he hates needing me as much as I hate needing him.
And maybe…
I’ll let him destroy me anyway.

Even if loving a monster like him might cost me everything.

“You are to marry the king, Rinoa.” Those words from my father changed my life.

Cillian was my world — the reason my sun set and the flowers bloomed. But our twisted fate was cruel and unfair.

On the verge of his death, I asked the Gods to trade places with him, to let me die in his stead.
I’m cursed to meet Cillian in every lifetime. In the last one, if he doesn’t remember me, I’ll turn into foam — fading away, forgotten, gone.

In my final life, he was my boss — arrogant, ruthless, and cold. But this time, I’m no longer the woman he once deserved.
I plan to live my life away from the chains of our forgotten love.
But fate is never kind. He needs me more than ever.

Should I risk it all again just to call him mine?
Should I set myself on fire only to feel his warmth?

Time was never my ally.
And I stand at the edge — torn between loving him again or finally being free.

Can our love endure the viciousness of history and time?
I have to choose… even if it means losing it all, or finally letting him go.

I suffered from a severe congenital heart defect.

And my mother, Jamie, had terminal bone cancer.

My family was not a happy one. It marked the third year since my father, Nelson, had openly and unapologetically betrayed their marriage.

That morning, my mother swallowed a handful of painkillers and forced herself to stand up from her wheelchair.

She asked her best friend, Zoey, who was also my attending physician, to forge a medical report.

Zoey trembled with anger, her tears dropping heavily onto the paper.

"Jamie, are you crazy? Your bones are being eaten away by cancer cells every single day. You're in so much pain you bang your head against the wall all night. Why would you fake a clean bill of health?"

"Do you think that bastard Nelson will change his mind and come back to you just because you pretend to be healthy?"

I married a rapist.
After the wedding, I played the perfect wife. I always took off my makeup after he fell asleep, and reapplied it before he woke up.
My husband loved showing off on his livestream, bragging that women should know their place.
One viewer sent a warning in the chat:
[Run, man. Only vengeful spirits do their makeup in the middle of the night—when their resentment is strongest, the makeup lasts longer!]
I covered my face and grinned wickedly.
Oops, forgot concealer. My corpse marks are showing.

On my first day back in the country after studying abroad, my mother sent me to my fiancé’s company. I was to work low-profile as a secretary, just to slowly cultivate our relationship.
The moment I stepped into the office, a domineering woman started ordering me around, demanding I fetch her coffee.
I endured it.
That was until she deliberately spilled the coffee all over me. Only then did I realize that this woman—running amok in my fiancé’s company and treated like a queen by everyone—was his mistress.

Three years ago, I devoted my family's entire fortune to rescue my husband from the mire of impending bankruptcy. I once believed this was a mutual journey of love, until that day revealed the chilling truth — I had merely been nurturing a self-consuming wolf.
The metallic scent of blood still hung in the air of the delivery room when he signed the document relinquishing life support, trading our newly born child for a flicker of hope for his beloved.
As I lay in a pool of blood, dialing his number, I could hear the heavy breaths of him and his mistress on the other end.
The explosion of the yacht cast flames upon the sea, and in that life-or-death moment, he unhesitatingly let go of my hand.
They all believed I had perished beneath the waves.
Very well.
Now, my wedding invitation lies within his reach.

After a one night stand, I opened my eyes and found a naked handsome man lying next to me. He was the last Lycan.

According to the rumors, the last Lycan went crazy every full moon. He could only be tamed by having sex with a virgin werewolf.

Every pack sent virgins to sacrifice to the last Lycan, and I was the chosen one.

Before he woke up, I escaped quietly.

But it's strange how my wolf became more powerful!

Could sex with a Lycan make me stronger?!

The Lycan was a wall of masculine muscle behind me. His body heat scorched me even through my wedding dress; his breath seared the shell of my ear as he leaned closer and whispered, "Mate..."

If the last Lycan was the Devil, I thought I might want to go to hell.

When I rescued the last Lycan from his cage, I never thought that one day, I would be put into a cage by him.

Zara Night is tired of being the academy's biggest failure. As the only werewolf who can't shift, she's stuck cleaning classrooms while elite students like Kai Storm train for a war she doesn't understand.
But when students start disappearing and Zara begins having impossible dreams of flying through space and devouring entire packs, she realizes her biggest weakness might be her greatest weapon.
Kai Storm has one mission: earn the werewolves' trust, then lead them to slaughter. But falling for the academy's "broken" omega wasn't part of the plan. As his alien programming fights his growing humanity, Kai must choose between his creators and the girl who's about to become the most powerful being in the universe.
When Zara discovers that Earth's werewolves are being bred as soldiers for an alien empire, and that everyone she trusts has been lying to her, she'll have to embrace the monster inside her to save not just her world, but reality itself.
Some secrets are worth killing for. Others are worth dying for. But some secrets can end everything.

"I bought you for three years, Spring. That means 1,095 days. Your body, your soul, and every breath you take belong to me."
To the world, Spring Willow is the luckiest woman alive, married to August Harrington, the billionaire who rules the city.
But to August, she is the woman who killed the only person he ever loved. A murderer dressed in silk. A reminder of the loss he can never forget.
Their marriage is nothing but a contract. Three hundred thousand dollars a month to save her grandmother's life. One hundred rules to remind her she is his possession, not his wife. And the one rule that matters most: never expect his heart.
Spring thought she could endure his hatred. She never expected his cruelty to turn into a dangerous obsession that would bind him to her long after their contract ended.
Then Ashford appears from the shadows, offering what August never has: a choice.
The contract began with revenge and pain, but the truth will decide how it ends. When hatred turns into obsession and possession starts to feel like love, who will Spring choose? The man who owns her, or the man willing to steal her away? Or will she finally choose herself?

When a mysterious billionaire, Julian Cross, approaches widow Iris Hartwell with a proposition—he knows who killed her husband, and his price is her hand in marriage, she sees a path to justice she never had. She agrees, fully intending to manipulate him into confession while uncovering the truth herself.
But in the sprawling Manhattan penthouse they now share, every clue she unearths points to Julian as the culprit. Security feeds, financial records, testimony from her late husband's associate, the evidence builds a suffocating wall between them. As Iris descends into paranoia, certain he orchestrated her husband's death, Julian grows distant and watchful.
Then her husband calls.
He's alive. Alive and hiding in a safe house outside the city, orchestrated disappearance under way. And Julian wasn't trying to expose the murderer, he was running his own investigation into whether Iris herself had ordered the hit. As both cover stories collapse, Iris and Julian face the wreckage of their deception: two people who married for leverage, both hunting the same ghost, neither able to trust what they've been told.
The real killer still walks free. And they may have just married them.

No one remembers who owned Locker 313. At Blackwood Academy, students pretend it doesn’t exist. But when scholarship student Aria Vale is forced to use the abandoned locker, she finds an old voice recording exposing a classmate’s darkest secret… and predicting their murder. The prediction comes true. As more recordings appear, each revealing another victim before they die, Aria is pulled into a decades-old conspiracy powerful enough to destroy the academy. Then the next recording begins with two chilling words: “Hello, Aria.”

Hollow Crest was supposed to die.
The mines were running dry. The furnaces were failing. Half the population wanted to flee before Deep Winter arrived.
Then Mayor Edric Hale collapsed in his chambers...
...and Marcus Vale woke up in his body.
Armed with the memories of a modern engineer and trapped inside a dying frontier settlement surrounded by snow, political corruption, and starving citizens, Marcus quickly realizes something terrifying:
Hollow Crest's collapse was never natural.
The town's ancient foundations are failing. Trade between the northern settlements is breaking apart. And beneath the mountain, something long buried is beginning to wake.
Now Marcus must rebuild Hollow Crest before winter destroys it completely.
One problem.
The council wants him gone.
The neighboring towns are waiting to seize the mines.
And the mechanic accused of causing the furnace explosion may be the only person who knows what is really happening beneath the mountain.

I ripped out half my heart for him.

Literally.

Six years ago, Draco—the Black Dragon Lord—was dying on the battlefield, enemy claws buried in his chest. So I tore myself open and shoved half my witch's heart into his body to save his life.

After that, I lived with constant pain, my magic drained to nothing. I fought his wars, nearly died a dozen times, all while waiting for him to keep his promise—that he'd make me his queen after the coronation.

But on coronation day, Draco brought back the half-elf Ivy and told me to give up my crown.

Why? Ivy stayed with him in the Abyss for three years. And now she was pregnant with his child.

It destroyed me. So I drank the Oblivion Potion—the one thing that could strip away every ounce of love I had for him.

And in three days, I'm leaving for the polar regions to marry into the Silver Wolf Clan.

I was the best student, the most obedient, the most compliant—yet the only unloved child in our family.

When my brother got into fights, I took his punishment. When my sister snuck out with boys, I bore the consequences. Mom force-fed me pills and made me get my stomach pumped just to scare my brother away from smoking. Dad dressed ten-year-old me like a prostitute and threw me into a bar to warn my sister against going astray.

In the end, they sold me to a gambler for a few hundred dollars.

I died in a dark pond, and no one heard me calling for help.

But when my spirit drifted home, they were gathered around the dinner table, laughing and talking as if nothing was wrong.

It wasn't until the police knocked on their door that they realized—I had been missing for seven whole days.

Later, my brother clutched the chocolate he never got to give me, crying every day. My sister dreamed every night of ten-year-old me struggling and screaming in that bar. Dad knelt at my grave daily, consumed by guilt. And Mom, after killing that gambler, threw herself into the same pond where I had drowned.

Finally, they loved me.

But I was already dead.