Is Asuna Stronger In Fairy Dance Than Aincrad?

Astrid Graves died loving the wrong man. She built the Riftclaw Pack beside Anthony, trusted him and defended him, loved him and gave him everything. Then she found out the truth. The mate bond was fake and the child she raised was never hers. When she stopped being useful, he allowed her to die in the hands of monsters while watching from his tower. Reborn weeks before her death, Astrid remembers everything. This time, she won’t beg for love. She won’t forgive. Anthony thinks she still belongs to him. He has no idea she’s already planning his downfall. And when the vicious Alpha King, Davian Thornevale, offers her a cold political marriage to reclaim her stolen birthright? Astrid doesn’t believe in fate anymore. But she’ll use every weapon she has, including a king who wants nothing to do with love to burn her enemies to the ground. The

"I keep the world safe from his people, but now he's the one protecting me.The Sluagh has come for me and nothing stops them. The monsters of Fairy chitter and cackle and screech all around us while Tiernan holds me tightly, hiding us within his magic. Under the cover of some roots, his body laid over mine, we wait. His lips brush my cheek. Our rapid breaths merge. My palms press against his chest, molding to his muscles and pulsing with his heartbeat. The terrifying sounds around us echo into silence but as I stare into his silver eyes I know the danger hasn't passed. This man—this fairy hunter—could tear apart my world.Fairy-Struck is created by Amy Sumida, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

In a world of warring wolf and clans, a seventeen-year-old princess is determined to reclaim her kingdom from the traitorous wolves who betrayed her family. As she gathers an army, she meets two very different men, a prince and an eastern wolf king, both of whom declare their love for her. between her duty to her kingdom and her growing feelings for them, the princess must decide who to trust before the fate of her entire kingdom rests on her shoulders. Ashina's heart hurt when she was sixteen and found the man who stated he was in love with her, balls deep into some dragoness. Even if Cadma had never cheated on her, their love was not meant to be. The young prince did not see it the same way Ashina did and was not letting go of her without a fight. Angry at her true-mate, Andor, who did not save himself for her, she decides saving the kingdom is more important than having a mate. Is it possible for her fated mate and her to be together? Ashina had made the decision that love would not be part of her life at that point. As Ashina's heart was broken at sixteen, she realized that it was time to build an army to reclaim her kingdom.

Ashina Fenrir was born into legacy and sadly, loss. The daughter of a powerful Gamma and sister to Ironclaw Tribe’s Delta, her life shattered when both were brutally murdered. Her mother, desperate to protect her, sealed Ashina’s wolf form with a witch’s spell and arranged a quiet marriage to Farkas Veldon to hide her away. However, safety was an illusion. Betrayed and trapped in a loveless union, Ashina breaks free only to discover haunting truths about her family’s deaths. Determined to seek justice, she strikes a dangerous deal with King Dragor; eliminate a rogue faction in six months, and earn the right to investigate. As battle calls, the spell breaks, and Ashina’s true power awakens. With her wolf reborn, so too is her past… and her destiny. Standing in her way is Alpha Boris Nightbane, the kingdom’s fiercest warrior—and the man who once watched her from the shadows, claiming her as his fated mate. Now, between war, buried secrets, and a pull she can’t resist, Ashina must decide; will she fight for justice, love, or vengeance? In a world where loyalty is a lie and power is survival, the she-wolf is done running. This time, she makes herself known.

This is the English Version of my story. Hiraya Frost Akira is the unbeatable, undefeated, and fearsome underground fighter. Anyone who challenges her would be beaten into pulp, lives hanging by a thread. People called her an incarnation of a devil. Her gaze alone could give you a cold sweat and make you feel an intense fear. But then an accident occurred, and she transmigrated inside the body of the timid and weak Princess of Esperanza Kingdom. Frost received the Princess's memory, and saw the suffering, pain and miserable life of the Princess inflected upon by her loved ones and the people around her. Frost then bowed to help the Princess achieve happiness and exact revenge on her behalf. Never would she have expected that her reincarnation would be the salvation and hope of the people in that World.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.