The Dragon Warlord's Bride
A warlord with fire in his veins. A captive princess with nothing left to lose.
When the Dragon Warlord seizes her crumbling kingdom, Sera expects death—not a collar of gold and a vow of possession. Claimed as tribute, she is taken to the heart of the mountain, where fire breathes and ancient magic sleeps beneath the stone.
Rhazien is ruthless, monstrous, and terrifyingly divine. But he is also bound by something older than war: the need to claim. To protect. To own.
Sera refuses to break. But as power shifts and passion ignites, she learns that dragons don’t ask. They take. And this warlord doesn’t just want her obedience—he wants her heart.
And if she gives it to him, she may never survive the fall.
The Dragon Warlord’s Bride is a dark fantasy romance full of possession, power struggles, and slow-burn heat. Perfect for fans of monster lovers, mating bonds, and morally unhinged kings who’d burn the world for their queen.
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Chapter: Chapter 116He took a step toward her, slow and predatory. "There will never be another. Not while I breathe. Not while I exist."His voice dropped lower. "I would burn every kingdom to ash before I let another man look at you, Sera. Do you understand me?"Sera didn’t move. Her breath quickened. Not in fear, bu
Last Updated: 2025-11-21
Chapter: Chapter 115She reached for his arm—He jerked away. "I left because the rut was coming. Because I knew if I stayed, I’d mark you with another child and destroy the last pieces of you I hadn't already taken.""Rhazien—""No." His eyes burned, voice rising like a storm ready to split the world. "You think I don’
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Chapter: Chapter 114The citadel had gone quiet for the night.Lioren had taken the last shift patrolling the outer hall, his boots silent against the stone. Even the flames in the sconces burned low, as if the mountain itself held its breath.Sera had watched him earlier from the nursery doorway, the way his small fram
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Chapter: Chapter 113“Then we find another way,” she said. “Mortals have ways to—”“No.”His voice was final, sharp as a blade. “We’re not talking about root teas or salves. I know what my body is capable of. I know what I’ll take from you if I lose control.”“You didn’t lose control. Not even once.”He shook his head s
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Chapter: Chapter 112It had been weeks since the birth, yet the mountain still felt like it held its breath—like every stone and shadow remembered the moment blood painted its halls. The air remained thick, not with smoke or heat, but with silence. A silence that pressed down, weighty and expectant, as though waiting fo
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Chapter: Chapter 111"So will I."Rhazien, watching from a short distance, didn’t speak. But he inclined his head once—slight, solemn. A gesture full of unspoken meaning.It was the closest thing to a blessing he’d ever given.And this time, Lioren didn't flinch from it.He straightened his spine.Sera watched him for a
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Bound To Ruin
They can’t leave. She can’t escape. Desire was never supposed to be the key.
When Elarys bleeds on ancient stone, she doesn’t just open a door—she awakens a prison. Now she’s trapped inside with four cursed beings bound to the ruin… and to her.
A starving vampire who aches for her blood… and her surrender.
A wolf who guards her like prey he hasn’t yet claimed.
An arrogant fae who would wrap her in vines and ruin.
A hollow one who watches her every breath.
They were never supposed to want her.
She was never supposed to love them.
But the prison is changing. It responds to touch, trust, and tension. And as the curse unravels, so does the truth: the only way out is through desire.
Through them.
Bound to Ruin is a dark, sensual, slow-burn, reverse harem monster romance featuring possessive supernatural beings, forced proximity, and one mortal girl at the center of it all. Contains graphic content, obsession, blood, and monsters who don’t know how to be gentle—but learn, for her.
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Chapter: Chapter Ten: Ash and HungerThe corridor stretched out before me, narrow and echoing, the stone walls slick with moisture that hadn’t been there before. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. My limbs moved because they had to, not because I wanted them to. I needed space—air—silence. But even the silence here had claws.I didn’t stop walking until I reached my chamber.It had been empty the last time. Bare. Silent. A room with no purpose, no comfort. But when I pushed the door open now, my breath caught.There was a bed.Not just any bed—one carved from dark wood, the posts etched with symbols I didn’t recognize. The mattress was layered in blankets the color of smoke and blood, soft and heavy-looking, like something meant for royalty or sacrifice.I stood in the doorway, frozen. My hands trembled.It hadn’t been there before.The room felt different. Not warmer, exactly—but claimed. The air smelled faintly of lavender and ash. My scent. My blood. My body.The prison was watching.I stepped inside, slow, unwilling. My
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Chapter: Chapter Nine: The DinnerI found the kitchen by accident. It was tucked behind a forgotten archway, half-concealed by vines that had no business growing in stone. The door creaked when I pushed it open, and the scent of ash and old wood met me like a memory I couldn’t place.It wasn’t lavish. No crystal or gold. Just stone counters, a rust-stained basin, shelves carved straight into the wall. But someone—something—had used this space. The hearth was swept clean. The knives were sharp. A pot still hung above the cold embers.It shouldn’t have mattered. But it did.If I was going to be trapped here, then I would not be trapped waiting. I would move. I would act. I would do. In the corner of the kitchen was a stone cabinet, sealed with an old rusted latch. I cracked it open and found bundles of dried herbs, a netted bag of thick-skinned roots, and a few strange, knotted vegetables nestled in woven baskets. There were even sealed jars—thick dark preserves, grains, and something that looked like salt. I didn’t que
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Chapter: Chapter Eight: The FaeThe corridor that led to him was the same as before—too tall, too still, cloaked in a darkness that didn’t quite cling to the skin but hovered just near enough to make it crawl. It didn’t hum like the Hollow’s domain. It didn’t breathe like the werewolf’s. It simply existed, patient and eternal, like the hall had been carved out of the concept of waiting itself.I walked slower this time.Not because I was afraid—but because I was finally starting to understand what fear really was.When I reached the end, he was already there.He stood just as I remembered—tall and terrible, too beautiful to be safe. But now, I saw more. His skin held the sheen of something not quite flesh, as if moonlight had been poured over stone and left to set. The air around him shimmered faintly, like reality was deciding whether or not to hold his shape, wavering at the edges of his form.His horns curved back from his temples, enormous and elegant, veined with pale light that pulsed faintly like veins under
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Chapter: Chapter Seven: A Room of Her OwnI woke to cold.Not the kind that bites—but the kind that lingers. The kind that feels like it settled into the stone centuries ago and never left. My limbs were heavy, my body weak, my thoughts slow and fluttering like moths trapped behind glass. The silence around me didn’t feel peaceful. It was oppressive. Ancient. The hush of a tomb that remembered every scream it had ever swallowed.The vampire sat in the corner.Not watching. Not looming. Just... present. Like the shadow of a statue, unmoving and dimly lit by the single candle that hadn’t yet guttered out. The air smelled of blood and stone—thick, metallic, and sharp in the back of my throat.His skin was pale—too pale. Not moonlight or marble, but the kind of pallor that looked drained from the inside out. His long frame folded into stillness, limbs loose but not relaxed. There was something regal in the curve of his spine, something ancient in the tilt of his head. Raven-black hair hung loose around his jaw, a few strands brus
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Chapter: Chapter Six: DespairI slid down the wall.Not in some elegant collapse. Not with grace. Just... gravity. Despair. The kind that doesn’t howl—it sinks. Slow. Heavy. Inescapable.My legs gave out, and I let them. My knees hit stone that scraped skin. The wall at my back felt like a tomb—too warm, too still, too final. The air thickened around me, the kind of thick that clings to your lungs, that presses against your ribs like it's trying to keep your heart from moving.I wrapped my arms around myself, curling in like I could make my shape smaller. Quieter. Forgettable. The bite on my hand still wept in shallow pulses, each sting a whisper of failure. My blood had dried into the seams of my skin like ink etched by refusal. Proof that even pain couldn’t buy freedom here.I didn’t sob. I didn’t scream. I just cried.Slow, silent tears. The kind that burn because they don’t come with sound. The kind you can’t stop because they aren’t just sadness—they’re surrender. They’re the body’s way of breaking in a langu
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Chapter: Chapter Five: The Library of DoorsI didn’t look back as I left him. I couldn’t.The corridors were too quiet.Not silent. The silence here had teeth. But quiet in the way a room gets when it’s waiting for something to go wrong.The moment I crossed the threshold of his chamber, the air changed. The scent of lavender lingered faintly on my skin, too soft to wash away. The corridor beyond stretched long and curving, lined with identical doors—tall and locked, marked in languages I couldn’t read.I didn’t know where I was going.I only knew I had to move.I passed doors with symbols shaped like bones, feathers, moons, teeth. None opened. None rattled. I was surrounded by the weight of things sealed away.The light dimmed the farther I went. Not by magic—just by distance. I followed the curve of the hall until I reached a small alcove. A dead end.No doors. No runes. Just a bare stone wall.No. There had to be more.I pressed my palms to the stone, heart racing. It felt warmer than I expected. Almost… expectant. Like it w
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The Sound Of Ruin
Buried in silence for centuries, Theron was meant to be forgotten—locked away as penance, left to starve until even memory surrendered. But when Nyssa tears open his tomb, she does more than wake an ancient hunger. She binds herself to the very ruin she thought she could resist.
His blood vow is simple: protect her, claim her, keep her. But Theron’s protection is as dangerous as it is consuming, and every moment in his shadow tangles Nyssa deeper in a bond that demands surrender. She feels his hunger in her veins, his voice in her thoughts, his vow echoing sharper than any chain. And behind every promise is a reminder: Theron is not tamed. He is a killer, as merciless as the centuries that shaped him—and loving him means loving the ruin he brings.
Torn between terror and desire, between the fragile life she knows and the eternity Theron offers, Nyssa must decide if she is strong enough to embrace the darkness she freed—or if his devotion will destroy them both. Because forever with a monster is not a promise of peace. It is a promise of hunger, obsession, and the kind of love that cuts as deep as it heals.
A dark paranormal romance about hunger, obsession, and the thin line between protection and possession, The Sound of Ruin is for readers who like their monsters unrepentant, their heroines defiant, and their tension sharp enough to bleed. Expect enemies that burn into lovers, blood-soaked vows that refuse to break, and a gothic fantasy world where survival demands surrender and love is the most dangerous risk of all.
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Chapter: Chapter Ten: The Ledger of DustThe office smelled like dust and lemon polish, like paper that had given up trying to be new. I told myself it was grounding, that the fluorescent lights and the clatter of keyboards would press me back into something like normal. But normal had been rewritten in blood and rooftop shadows, and everything here felt flimsy in comparison—like pretending silence was just silence, not a weight waiting to crush you.I slid into my desk, dropped my bag by my chair, and stared at the stack of work orders piled in my inbox. Old houses. Dead names. Basements full of boxes nobody had opened since the last heir died or forgot they existed. I should have felt comfort in the routine: cataloguing sheet music, photographing heirlooms, tagging ledgers and clothing for donation or sale. Instead, my pulse had already started its restless climb.“Nyssa.”I looked up. Carl, my supervisor, leaned against the partition with his usual sardonic grin, holding a manila folder fat with papers. “Got another job f
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Chapter: Chapter Nine: The Whelp The taste of her still lived in my mouth, metallic and sweet, a brand I could not wash away. The rooftop kiss—no, the rooftop almost-ruin—looped in me like a curse carved into bone. Her moans still rang in my ears, guttural and wrecked, the way her hips had ground against mine, slick heat spilling through thin fabric until I nearly lost the leash. I remembered the sharp bite of her nipple under my fingers, the obscene wetness soaking through as she rutted against my thigh, the shameless grind that smeared her heat all over me. I remembered the taste of sweat and salt on her throat when I licked where my fangs wanted to pierce. I remembered the way her body begged for more with every frantic twitch, every gasp that broke like prayer against my mouth. I remembered the way she nearly broke me open just by moaning, the sound of it louder in my skull than centuries of silence. Her scent had clung to me like sin, sweet and wet, until I wanted to crawl back up the roof and force her to gi
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Chapter: Chapter Eight: The RoofSleep did not keep me. It set me down hard after a few hours, ribs sore from the kind of dreaming that keeps replaying the same scene until your nerves can’t tell the difference between memory and warning. I lay there, throat raw, staring at the ceiling until it blurred into darkness that wanted to be a sky. The house breathed under me, but the roof… the roof held.I tried the rituals. Water. Blanket. Counting. They all failed. Behind my eyes: crimson. Behind my ribs: the moment his teeth sank into someone else’s throat. I had thought it would stay horror forever. It didn’t. My body made a traitor’s bargain and threaded want into the memory until I couldn’t tell them apart, and the confusion made me angrier than fear ever had.Anger is a kind of courage you put on backwards. I put on a sweater. Bare feet on cold floorboards—penance and permission. I didn’t turn on the light. I didn’t want the house to see me make this choice.The attic stairs waited like an ultimatum. My hand on the r
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Chapter: Chapter Seven: Blood DebtThe lamps on my block have a particular buzz when the damp sets in—like a fly trapped between glass and dusk. That sound followed me down the sidewalk, riding the edge of my nerves until everything felt a half step too near: the wet shine on the pavement, the gutter trying to swallow the day, the hollow click of my own heels. I should have called a car. I should have called Lani. I should have done a hundred sensible things, but I wanted air and the lie of being unobserved.I wrapped the scarf higher, the knot sitting right over the two tender commas at my throat, and took the longer, brighter route. I told myself it was precaution, not fear. I told myself a lot of things I didn’t believe.The city’s noises stacked on each other—sirens a few blocks away smearing into a distant argument, a bus shouldering past like a sulking animal, music leaking from somewhere with too many lights. All of it familiar, the hum that says you’re small and the world is busy and that’s how you get to be sa
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Chapter: Chapter Six: TetherMorning found me already listening for a weight that wasn’t mine.The house held its breath around the bruised spot at my throat, as if it, too, had decided to be careful. When I rolled to my back, the ceiling stared like a kept secret. My body felt used in a way that was both familiar and strange: the good ache of sleep finally earned, the tender heat where pleasure had lived, the small pulse of pain under the bandage that meant I was not the same woman who had walked down into a basement two nights ago and made a bad decision I would make again.I lay there and counted. Not sheep, not seconds—sounds. Pipes gossiping in the walls. Someone above the neighboring alley swearing at a lid that wouldn’t come off a trash can. A dog shaking its whole life onto a stoop. Somewhere farther off, a truck coughed itself awake and complained about the day. Close, too close, a softened creak in the roof, the careful kind that isn’t an accident.“Good morning,” I told the ceiling, as if politeness co
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Chapter: Chapter Five: ShadowingThe city woke without me, and I followed it only because she did.When the sun fell low enough to loose me from stone, I found her by scent, by sound, by the way her pulse seemed to write itself into the air wherever she walked. I told myself it was vigil, debt, guardianship. It was hunger with a leash, and the leash was her indifference.She left the house in a coat too light for the wind. I tracked the rhythm of her boots down the block, from roofline to fire escape to wire. The city was an animal I did not know how to ride—its lungs were engines, its heartbeat the stutter of signals running through invisible veins.I had once known the shape of the world by hoofbeats, by bells, by the toll of iron on stone. Now it sang in strange tongues: brakes whining, doors sighing open by themselves, voices disembodied through little glowing talismans clutched to mortal ears.The tall rods along the street flickered with caged lightning. I thought them beacons, warnings, until I saw how mortals
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Her Possessive Mate
"You may be mine, but I am not yours."
Kalmin’s emerald eyes blazed with fury as he turned away, slamming the door and locking Nuri inside.
"I didn’t ask to be your mate, Alpha,” Nuri hissed at the door. “And if I had a choice, I wouldn’t choose you either.”
But choices mean nothing when fate decides for you.
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Nuri is a half-wolf, half-human hybrid—unclaimed by any world, unwanted by her mate, and trapped in a bond forged by fate. Kalmin is the ruthless Alpha of the Blue River Pack, feared for his brutality and worshipped for his power. The only thing he despises more than weakness… is her.
She didn’t ask to be his. He refuses to be hers.
But there’s no severing the mating bond. No escape from the pull that drags her closer every time he pushes her away. And no hiding the way her body betrays her when he gets too close.
What begins as a battle for survival becomes something far more dangerous—an unraveling. Of secrets. Of control. Of hearts.
Because hating someone is easy. Wanting them is not.
In a world where strength is survival and love is a luxury neither of them can afford, Nuri must decide if she’ll run—or rise.
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Dark. Addictive. Fated. This gritty werewolf romance is for 18+ readers only. Contains graphic sexual content, violence, and themes some may find triggering. Proceed with caution—and maybe a safe word.
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Chapter: Chapter 116And he found hers. The girl who sat in the dark, praying she wasn’t broken. The woman who walked into the woods and never walked back out the same. Kalmin thrust again, deeper this time, as if drawn forward by something he didn’t understand. Nuri clung to him, her body trembling, her mind overwhelmed but open—so open. Thoughts weren’t separate anymore. Neither were memories. They shared everything. Nuri saw Kalmin’s childhood, his first shift, the moment he’d realized his omega blood didn’t make him weaker—just lonelier. She saw the moment he’d taken the fall for Ellery, not to protect a friend, but to keep his pack from tearing itself apart. Kalmin felt her first dream of the wolf. The way her body had rebelled against her own biology, the fear that she’d never be enough. He felt Tempest’s first howl, alone and unheard, echoing through their body in a cage of flesh that had never quite belonged to her. The rage when she’d realized she wasn’t only different—she was alone. And Rian
Last Updated: 2025-07-04
Chapter: Chapter 115Not just beneath the surface—but through her. And Nuri didn’t resist. She opened.Kalmin froze above her, his chest heaving, his eyes wide. And Nuri saw it in him—saw Rian rise behind his eyes, not to dominate, not to fight—but to merge.Nuri gasped as his hips rocked against hers, their bodies alre
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Chapter: Chapter 114The night held its breath.Outside their window, the forest was alive in its quiet way—leaves rustled high in the trees, branches creaked as animals slipped past unseen, and the moon cast a silver wash over the world. It should have felt peaceful.But peace wasn’t what lingered in the air.Something
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Chapter: Chapter 113Ellery sneered. “You’re just a human girl playing wolf.”“No,” Nuri said, eyes like twin storms. “I’m the one holding the leash now.”A murmur rose from the crowd—this time louder. Angrier.“That’s the part you never expected to matter, isn’t it?” she continued. “You thought your bloodline—your plac
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Chapter: Chapter 112The morning air had teeth. It sank into skin like a warning, cold and sharp, coiling tight in every breath. Nuri stood at the top of the packhouse steps, the wind tugging at her hair, unmoved by it. Below, wolves gathered—clustered, quiet, but restless. No one spoke. No one asked why they’d been sum
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Chapter: Chapter 111Kalmin didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Didn’t dare breathe.Then her hand fisted in the front of his shirt and yanked him down—and she kissed him.It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet.It was violent.Her mouth crashed into his like a weapon, like she meant to bruise him with her lips and tear him open with
Last Updated: 2025-07-04
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