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The world begins to break at exactly 7:13 PM, a specific moment lodged in the evening like a splinter beneath skin. The sky fractures along invisible seams, shadows start hunting people in the streets with a patient hunger, and entire buildings disappear without warning as if they had never existed at all. Before the night is over, Kol dies beneath a falling piece of masonry, his last breath rattling out across broken pavement. Then he wakes up again in the same city at the same time with the same disaster unfolding around him, but something is different now, a shift he cannot quite name pressing against the inside of his chest.

A strange countdown has appeared beneath his skin, numbers ticking downward in a language he does not recognize but somehow understands. People who remember previous cycles keep appearing before every collapse, their faces are always the same and their words always changing.

Hidden inside the ruins of the dying city is another version of Kol, one who claims this world has already ended dozens of times before, each ending bleeding into the next like watercolors left out in the rain. With every reset, Kol learns more about the patterns controlling the apocalypse, the hidden machinery turning behind the scenes of destruction. The problem he soon discovers is that the more he remembers, the more dangerous he becomes, a truth that settles in his bones alongside the countdown. The world does not want to be understood, and the cycle is starting to notice him, a small aberration is a flawless design.

In a collapsing reality where death is temporary but mistakes are permanent. Kol must survive long enough to uncover the truth before the next reset erases everything again, including the fragile hope he has begun to carry.

Elena Walsh turns out to be the real heiress of one of the wealthiest families in Mayfield.
When she was born, she got mixed up with the wrong family and was switched at birth. But after 18 years later, the families involved discovered this mix up. This made her fake family mistreat her while she was staying with them.
After her real family found her, she was sent packing immediately. They ridiculed her, thinking her real family was poor and they made fun of her.
But turns out her real family is one of the wealthiest families in Mayfield and her former family doesn't even come close to their league.
After reuniting with her family, her real parents pleaded with her to let them keep the fake heiress, Kiera, as part of the family.
But it seems fake heiress isn't pleased with the fact that the real heiress is back and can't help but scheme against Elena while maintaining the innocent and meek façade.
Unfortunately for her, Elena wasn't about to be bullied either and she would stop at nothing to expose her schemes while snatching everything that rightfully belongs to her.

Edward Collins' word is law.
He is a ruthless billionaire, a dangerous distraction, and the architect of Diana's forbidden fantasies. He tempts, claims, and slowly crosses lines he knows she is trying to protect.
What begins as a relationship built on pretense turns into something darker. Hotter. Impossible to escape.
As desire burns and guilt follows close behind, Diana realizes she is losing control of both her heart and herself.
When it becomes too much to bear, she breaks down with one desperate plea:
Be careful with my heart.

Black soot streaked my skin—except where a symbol glowed, faint but unmistakable, burned into the inside of my wrist.
A circle, broken and rejoined. A line of runes spiraled inward, ending in a tiny flame sigil.
On Drake’s wrist, where my magic still bound him, the same mark flickered to life, golden-red.
His gaze dropped to it, then back to me. Understanding dawned in those molten eyes, followed by something that might have been horror—or dark amusement.
“You tried to chain me,” he said softly. His voice crawled over my skin like embers. “But you bound yourself instead.”
He let his head fall back against the rock and laughed, rough and breathless. “Congratulations, witch. You just tied your life to a dragon.”

She was sent to capture a dragon.
He was meant to be her prisoner.

Instead, the spell meant to enslave him binds their souls together.

Christine Knight has spent her life as the Syndicate’s weapon — a witch-soldier trained to hunt rogue magic. Drake Varyn is the last dragon-shifter standing between the Syndicate and absolute power.

Now they are chained by blood and fire.

If one dies, so does the other.

If they fall in love, the world burns.

And if the Syndicate discovers what they’ve become… neither of them will survive.

This saga follows the rise of two generations bound by elemental fate.

"Is she the blue moon witch?" He asked in an indifferent tone, looking down on the green-eyed princess, whose hands were tied behind her back.
"Yes, sire." Answered one of the bandits who had abducted her just the day before.
The man had a bored expression on his face, as he placed his elbow against the armrest of his throne, and rested his chin against his curled-up fist.
"Have her cleaned up and brought to my chambers, make sure to keep her tied up so she won't run away." He ordered in a lax tone and shooed them away with one hand gesture.

When they were finally alone in his chambers at night, he granted her the privilege to ask one question only, and thus she asked;
"Who are you?"
"I am the slave, and you are my master."

Set in the time of an unforgiving war, every King was willing to do just about anything to protect his territory, make the most unreasonable choices and provide the needed sacrifice to stay alive.
Princess Elena, who had just turned eighteen found herself caught up in the middle of her country's politics, fated to wed the son of an influential kingdom, all in the name of strengthening her country's defense forces.
However, during her journey to her new life, her carriage is hijacked by some unknown bandits and the princess is abducted against her will.
She was bound to a demon king

Excerpt
I fixed my gaze on his crimson red lips, dying to have a taste of them, my mind overwhelmed with lust as I watched water droplets drip from his sexy black locks of hair, down to his pale face. His wet shirt hugged his body in all the right places highlighting his abs and biceps.
Frustrated, I stood on my tiptoes and brought my lips to his, refusing to deny the feelings I harbored for Carlisle anymore. Just as our lips were about to crash, he placed his index finger on my lips.
"You shouldn't..." He said, killing the mood.
"But why?"
"You don't know what you're getting into with me Peyton, you don't know me or what I'm capable of." He turned to leave, but I followed, determined to get an answer.
"Then show me." I stood in front of him, too involved to back out now.

Kaelani spent her life believing she was wolfless.
Cast out by her pack. Forgotten by the Lycans.
She lived among humans—quiet, invisible, tucked away in a town no one looked at twice.

But when her first heat comes without warning, everything changes.

Her body ignites. Her instincts scream. And something primal stirs beneath her skin—
summoning a big, bad Alpha who knows exactly how to quench her fire.

When he claims her, it’s ecstasy and ruin.

For the first time, she believes she’s been accepted.
Seen.
Chosen.

Until he leaves her the next morning—
like a secret never to be spoken.

But Kaelani is not what they thought.
Not wolfless. Not weak.
There is something ancient inside her. Something powerful. And it’s waking.

And when it does—
they’ll all remember the girl they tried to erase.

Especially him.

She’ll be the dream he keeps chasing… the one thing that ever made him feel alive.

Because secrets never stay buried.
And neither do dreams.

In a world where art starves and blood sustains — what price would you pay just to survive?
Ivory Marwood has nothing left. Unpaid rent. Canvases nobody wants. A city that swallowed her whole without noticing.
Then the whispers find her.
Luné Devain. An underground auction where the wealthiest, darkest people bid on things that should never have a price tag.
She becomes one of them.
Marketed as a living artwork — a muse, a thing — Ivory stands beneath the lights while powerful men decide her worth.
One doesn't raise his paddle. He doesn't have to.
Bidder Number 24. Rage Lenoir.
A smile that feels like a warning. Eyes shifting from sapphire to amber. And something underneath older than wealth, older than power, older than anything she has a word for.
The last of something the supernatural world buried and prayed would never resurface. A vampire who was once a wolf. Two bloods. Two hungers. A predator even ancient councils refuse to name.
He just bought her.
The deal: three drops of blood a week. Every debt cleared. Every dream funded. A Blood Bound Contract sealed not in ink — but in crimson.
She should run. She signs instead.
Just business, she tells herself.
But nothing about Rage is simple. Not the amber burn when someone gets too close. Not the growl that sounds less like a threat and more like a claim.
In a world where immortality comes at the cost of humanity and love is the most dangerous indulgence of all — can a bond forged in blood, and sealed in something far more ancient, survive?
Or when the final drop falls, will the very agreement that brought them together be the thing that tears them apart?

-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?

There has never been a female Alpha until Amani Constantine. She was once the future Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack—a pack that was completely annihilated under the order of the Alpha King. In one night, Amani lost her parents and entire pack, spared only for being the fated mate of Prince Malakai, the son of the Alpha King and heir to the throne. She despises the Alpha King and harbors equal animosity towards Malakai, who is determined to mold Amani into the most obedient mate. However, submission goes against Amani’s very nature; she is an Alpha through and through, but she is a wolf-less Alpha, unable to shift. Branded as a defect, a flaw, and an abomination to their kind, Amani struggles with her identity. When the wolf inside her finally awakens, will she stand by her mate’s side and ascend as the next Luna Queen? Or will Amani step into her role as the Alpha she was destined to be and seek her revenge for the slaughter of Bloodmoon?

Hills of black awaited, luring me to the distant battle ground, taking me back to that dreadful night that forever changed the history of Zaza. From afar, I could see their spears and swords. Ghost of the past fought on the grounds, digging their heel into sodden soil as metal clashed against metal.

The brave warriors of Zaza led by the Army General Cyril and the crown prince of Zaza fought valiantly at the hill of Omen to stop the forces of the enemies from gaining entry into the city. The king along with his family had fled the capital of Zaza and had taken refuge in the mountains. Brock had sent a handful of soldiers along with them to protect them while a lookalike soldier was made to sit on the throne in order to confuse the enemy.

“Brock, I’ve received a letter from your father that you should take the royal battalion and head west to fortify the city.” Cyril said as he mounted his horse, sword in his hands waiting to ride off with his men to continue the battle.

He was already in the city when he noticed that it was a trap, there was a mole in their midst. He had quickly turned back his horse and with a fast speed he and his men had ridden back towards the mountain where his family were taking refuge...