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"Kill him before the sixth marriage. Or none of us walk out of this world alive."

Darius Valeborn was exiled for being weak. Then he survived a plague goddess's touch, and the world stopped making sense.

Now six divine catastrophes call him husband, seven empires want him dead, and the gods themselves are whispering his name like a warning.

He didn't ask for any of this.

He's very good at it anyway.

But the secret behind his bloodline just surfaced, and it wasn't his enemies who buried it.

It was someone who needed him exactly like this.

Queen Evelyn loved and trusted King Lucien—until the night he stood over her deathbed, smirking as the poison took its toll. Betrayed by the man she once called her husband, she dies cursing his name… only to awaken years in the past, before her tragic fate was sealed.

Armed with knowledge of the future, Evelyn swears she will never fall into Lucien’s trap again. But court politics are dangerous, and every move she makes threatens to alter fate in unpredictable ways. To survive, she must forge new alliances, including with the kingdom’s most feared warrior—Damien, the Cursed Warlord, a man whose dark past rivals her own.

Cold, ruthless, and hiding secrets of his own, Damien is the last person she should trust. Yet, as their fates intertwine, an undeniable bond forms between them. But with Lucien still scheming, enemies lurking in the shadows, and a prophecy whispering of an unbreakable curse, Evelyn must decide: will she rewrite her destiny, or is she doomed to relive the same betrayal?

A tale of revenge, forbidden love, and second chances, The Queen and the Cursed Warlord is a gripping fantasy romance filled with passion, secrets, and a fight against fate itself.

They all thought I was just a rogue soldier who had crawled back from the border, covered in gunpowder and looking for revenge for my family's old debts.
Everyone was guessing which building I would blow up next. Julian, as I expected, panicked.
He recalled all his elite personnel to the Vientiane Building, activated top-level security, practically turning the entire office building into an impenetrable fortress, and sealed off assets globally to prevent my "illegal theft."
But he made a mistake.
When he personally pressed the reset lock, attempting to regain control of the system through manual verification, he didn't hear the prompt of command execution, but rather the hydraulic hum emanating from the building's load-bearing walls—it was the "self-destruct program" he had personally signed, running as scheduled under the guise of my privileges.

Everyone says Etienne Beaumont, the patriarch of the Beaumont empire, is the living definition of cold, stoic detachment. He is my legal guardian, the relentless architect of my rhythmic gymnastics career, and the strict authority figure I spent years resenting. I believed he cared for nothing but order and control—until I stumbled upon a yellowed photograph and a long-buried medical report.
It turns out he wasn't always a cold-blooded businessman. He was "Apex-001," the legendary racing myth who once ruled the European tracks. The right leg that aches every time it rains wasn't a mark of age, but the price he paid to pull me from the twisted, fiery wreckage of a horrific crash years ago. He traded his glory for my life.
"Etienne, why didn't you tell me?" I asked, my voice breaking.
He stroked my hair with a tenderness that shattered my heart, his voice low and steady: "Elena, I taught you to leap and fly so you could reach the stars, not so you would look back at old scars."
He sacrificed a lifetime of brilliance for my safety. Now, defying the whispers of the world, he takes my hand in the light of day. Leaning down to press a kiss to the charm on my ankle, his gaze burns with the resolve of a racer at the finish line: "Since you know the truth, I won't hide it anymore. For the rest of my life, I will be your one and only—exclusive navigator."

The Alpha who saved Seraphina from rogues never meant to keep her, until she turned twenty one and the Moon Goddess marked her as his.

Dimitri Volkov ruled his pack with brutal efficiency and kept his ward at arm's length, but one ceremonial night changed everything. Now, Seraphina’s virgin body burns for the only man forbidden to touch her. The dominant Alpha whose presence alone made her drip with shameful need.

Pack law says that a guardian cannot claim his ward. Her first heat says otherwise.

When she begs for his knot, his control shatters at the scent of her arousal. When every unmated male can smell that she’s ready to be bred, Dimitri faces an impossible choice. Let them both go mad from denial, or pin her beneath him and show her why the most forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

She was raised to obey her Alpha. Tonight, she will learn what submission really means.

"This Is A Story Related To Another Werewolf Series, The Pack's Girl.
The Prequel: Managing Mages
He came into our village like a shadow.
A Dark Dread filled with powerful magic. The King merely called him Warlord. And he owned the name.

Leaving wreckage in his wake.

But for me he had other plans. His cutting blue eyes seeing straight through my disguise.

As his slave, his mere plaything, I'll learn the true darkness of magic without conscience.

Anything he wants if me, he takes. Anything he wants me to do. I am willed to do with the flick of his hand.

His power is an all-consuming whirlwind. And I'm just the pretty butterfly caught in it."

In the dark underworld, Matthias Sterling is a feared mob boss and the only family I had left after my parents died. I used to be the girl he cherished, until I turned eighteen and confessed my feelings to him.

From that day on, the tenderness in his eyes turned to disgust. He brought home Rose Hartley and threw me away like trash.

In my past life, someone drugged him with a powerful aphrodisiac. I gave myself to him as the cure, only for him to call me a shameless whore. But when I got pregnant, he married me anyway.

On our wedding day, Rose ran to rival territory heartbroken and ended up dead. When he heard the news, he said nothing. Just finished the ceremony.

When I went into labor, he locked me in the house and said coldly, "If it weren't for you, I would've married her. She wouldn't have run to enemy territory and died."

He blamed everything on me. In the end, I died in childbirth. He wouldn't even let anyone call a doctor.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the night that changed everything.