Mark Lawrence The Red Queen's War

The city lights of Valenfort burned bright against the suffocating dark like a gem tainted by blood. Beneath that glittering surface lay nameless alleys where the scent of iron and the echoes of screams intertwined into a symphony of hell. No one remembered the last time they saw a real sunrise for this city had long belonged to the night. Evelyn Cross , a fourth-generation vampire hunter of the secretive order known as The Order of the Thorn , was born in blood and sworn to die for her mission. She had once watched her father torn apart by a pureblood vampire, a creature so fearsome that humans dared only whisper its name in prayer. Since that day, Evelyn lived like a blade cold, unfeeling, and driven by the hunt. Until she met Lucien Draven , the Blood King of Valenfort who ruled the shadows with a calm smile and eyes that could stop a heartbeat. Lucien did not kill Evelyn upon their first encounter. Instead, he saved her from the very comrades who had betrayed her. A vampire saving a hunter such a thing had never happened in the history of either world. Evelyn despised him… yet could not kill him. Lucien desired her… yet knew his love was her death sentence. In Valenfort, a war of blood is rising. The ancient vampire houses are clawing for dominance, while the hunters’ order fractures under betrayal and deceit. Amidst gunfire, betrayal, and desire, Blood War is not merely a battle between species but between the heart and fate itself. “In the world of darkness, truth isn’t written in ink… but in blood.”

He took her from a cult. He marked her as his possession. He never expected her silence to ruin him. Liana has lived her entire life inside a forbidden cult hidden in the mountains. Blind obedience. Sacred rituals. Absolute isolation. Until the night the world ends. A man they call The Blood King—feared mafia lord, known as The Red Serpent—slaughters the entire sect and takes her captive. Not for love. Not for ransom. But for the strange mark burned into her skin… a mark that can unlock a weapon older than the mafia itself. Liana becomes his prisoner, his leverage, his obsession. He is cold. He is merciless. He is everything she was raised to fear. But the more he breaks her world apart, the more he finds himself drawn to the girl who refuses to break. Because monsters don’t always kill you. Sometimes… they keep you.

Plus-Size Queen For The Red Dragon They laughed at her weight. Her husband betrayed her. Her own sister destroyed her life. After losing everything, Octavia Beacham disappears into the arms of the one man no one dares to cross—the legendary Red Dragon, ruler of Valdoria's most powerful cartel. But broken women don't always stay broken. As old enemies come crawling back and a deadly war threatens to tear the underworld apart, Octavia must decide if revenge is enough... or if she's destined to become something far greater. They called her a disgrace. Soon, the entire nation will know her as The Red Queen.

“If you leave this palace tonight, you become prey” Lyra Vale got rejected by her fated mate like yesterday’s trash, hauled into enemy land, and turned into the single most lethal prize a blood-soaked kingdom has ever drooled over. In Dravenhold they don’t chain prisoners. They drape them in silk that costs more than most packs see in a lifetime and call them queen. Kael Draven, the Enemy King, had every reason to slit her throat the second she hit his dirt. Instead he put his mouth to her ear and claimed her protection. Claimed her. Now the whole damn continent whispers the same filthy truth: her blood can make kings. Or drown them. The past won’t stay buried. Rowan, the Alpha who ripped her heart out to “save his people,” creeps back through the shadows with one desperate, cocky demand: come back to me. Stay here and she becomes Kael’s living blade, soaked in power and whatever else he decides to take from her body. Leave, and she lights the match that turns every pack into smoking graves. One man wants her soul to rule with. The other already shattered it and still thinks he deserves the pieces. Lyra’s done being the girl who waits to be chosen. In a world where power gets ripped out of throats, not politely handed over… she isn’t prey anymore. She’s the f*cking throne. And she’s deciding who bleeds for the right to sit on it.

When Rowena Silverveil faints during her nuptial rite, Lord Darius Varian deems her weak and sells her to pay her father's debts. Shattered by betrayal and severed mate bond, she finds herself in the rugged fortress of the Western Clan, under the icy command of Thane Darkmoor. But as Rowena's touch begins to heal the wounded, and her dreams become evermore vivid, she soon discovers that she is the lost heir of an ancient clan in Eldoria. But certain powers do not want this truth to get out. With each step toward her true power, Rowena must decide either to hide in the shadows forever, or reclaim her birthright and mete vengeance upon those who wronged her, even if it costs her life and the lives of those she loves. The Red Luna rises. Her reckoning begins.

Once childhood friends, now reluctant strangers—Lady Clara Valdemont and General Darrell Storm are bound by an arranged marriage meant to unite two feuding houses. Once allies, the Storms and Valdemonts were torn apart by betrayal and bloodshed. Now, the kingdom’s fragile peace rests on the shoulders of a bride and groom who barely speak. As Clara walks down the aisle, memories of the boy who used to tease her and teach her how to fish clash with the man waiting at the altar—stoic, cold, and unreadable. Darrell has not forgotten the past, nor has he forgiven it. Their vows are spoken through clenched teeth, their first kiss a mere brush on the cheek. This is not a love story born of fate—it is one that must fight to be written. In a kingdom of politics, pride, and pain, can two broken hearts learn to beat as one again?