Sky Of Thorns

A powerful witch. A cursed vampire. A castle built on blood. And a secret that could destroy them both. Delphine Ashwood has never fit in—not with her coven, not with polite magical society, and certainly not with anyone who prefers witches quiet and predictable. When she’s hired to repair the failing wards of the infamous Castle Thorne, she expects cold stone, ancient curses, and another lonely contract. What she doesn’t expect is him. Theron Valemont, vampire prince and ruler of the forgotten court, is everything she hates: brooding, controlling, and hiding far too many secrets behind those ice-blue eyes. He didn’t summon her—and he wants her gone. But the castle has other plans. As Delphine unravels the threads of the ancient spell holding the fortress—and Theron’s legacy—together, she discovers a power buried beneath the stone. A power tied to her own bloodline. A power that was never meant to wake. Caught in a slow-burning battle between duty, desire, and destruction, Delphine and Theron must decide what they’re willing to sacrifice. Because the truth isn’t just dangerous. It’s hungry.

In a world where cultivators risk everything to attain immortality, Wen Lihua has spent years chasing power and burying the pain of betrayal. Once a gifted disciple, she was falsely accused, cast out, and left to rebuild her life from nothing. Through sheer determination, she rises to become one of the most formidable cultivators in the realm. Yet no amount of power can erase the memory of Shen Yijun—the man she loved and the man she believes abandoned her. Reserved, powerful, and burdened by secrets, Shen Yijun has never stopped loving Wen Lihua. When fate forces them back together, old wounds reopen and long-buried feelings ignite. As dark forces threaten the cultivation world and ancient conspiracies come to light, they must fight side by side to survive. Between dangerous trials, stolen moments beneath the rain, and a love that refuses to die, Wen Lihua begins to question whether immortality is truly worth the price of a lonely heart. Filled with emotional tension, unforgettable romance, second chances, and a mischievous fox spirit who steals every scene, Beneath the Immortal Sky: A Heart Left Burning is a captivating slow-burn fantasy romance about love, sacrifice, and discovering what truly makes life eternal.

Amanda is a biracial Nigerian teenager who's still struggling to come to terms with her new life mother's death years prior after a traumatic accident that almost claimed both their lives. Upon relocation to Port-harcourt she meets Chideziri, another teen who helps her make peace with her life. Chideziri is an unlikely teen from a dysfunctional family and an abusive father. He is constantly on the run from reality, but when he meets Amanda he begins find reasons to pick the fragments even if it means facing off his demons. She belongs to the sky is a brutally honest coming of age story set in contemporary Nigerian society. It trails two teens who in trying to find themselves find each other, and discover that their spark may not be fate's design alone.

In a land ruled by the iron law of fate, being moonbound is a death sentence. Sevia, born under the cursed omen of the twin moons, has always felt hunted by shadows—especially the one in her dreams: a silver-eyed stranger who haunts her every night, whispering her name like a vow and a warning. When she flees an unwanted marriage and joins the mysterious Starveil Caravan Clan, she discovers that the man from her dreams is real—and far more dangerous than she imagined. Kael, a masked fugitive prince, is cursed with blood-magic that devours everything he touches—including her. Bound by fate, drawn to each other by a magic older than the gods, they fight a bond that threatens to consume them both. Because if they give in, it might not just cost them their lives—it might unmake the world. Some threads were never meant to be severed. But some should never have been woven at all.

Under the glow of the full moon, Wren Cade should have died. Instead, she wakes up a monster. Turned into a werewolf by a rogue attack, Wren is dragged before Nightwind Pack and their ruthless Alpha, Lucian Vale. Pack law is simple: turned wolves are unstable and must be executed. But when their eyes meet, the impossible happens—the Moon marks them as fated mates. Lucian’s answer is a cold, public rejection. Bound by prophecy and politics, he’s forbidden to kill her…and forced to keep her inside his pack house, under his constant watch. Not pack. Not prisoner. Not his. Living one floor below the Alpha who broke her, Wren refuses to cower. She makes allies among omegas, rookies, and other misfits, building a quiet found family in the shadows of Nightwind’s rigid hierarchy. Then Lucian’s oldest friend arrives. Elias Thorn, the charming Alpha of a neighboring pack, sees nothing cursed about Wren. He’s warm where Lucian is ice, and he makes no secret of his interest in the mate Lucian threw away. As feral attacks spread and a fanatical cult rises, Wren becomes the only one who can calm the monsters stalking the borders. Caught between a fate she never asked for and a man who would choose her freely, she’ll have to decide: Will she give her fated mate a second chance… or let the Moon watch the world burn?

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.