The Hoard

The world plunged into a new Ice Age. As the frozen apocalypse spread, 95% of humanity perished. In his first timeline, Cyrus Knovell's kindness cost him everything. The people he had helped betrayed him and left him for dead. Fate, however, granted him a second chance. He awakened one month before the world froze, gaining a dimensional ability that let him store anything without limit. Now he hoarded supplies by the billions and built a fortress no one could breach. While others shivered, starved, and traded their dignity for a morsel, Cyrus lived in comfort. The desperate came begging. The manipulative vixen: "Cyrus, let me into your shelter, and I'll be your girlfriend, okay?" The spoiled rich heir: "Cyrus, I'll give you all my money for just one meal!" The greedy neighbors: "Cyrus, you shouldn't be so selfish. You should share your supplies with us!" Cyrus remembered their betrayals. Lounging in his steel fortress and savoring his private paradise, he sneered, "Your survival has nothing to do with me. I'd rather feed the dogs than feed you."

Chubby librarian Sera accidentally awakens the ancient Dragon King Vaelor. Snatched to his mountain hoard, the powerful dragon becomes obsessed with her soft belly, heavy breasts, thick thighs, and plump curves. He worships every inch of her body with raw hunger, refusing to let her go. Torn between her missing family and the dragon’s possessive touch, Sera must decide — escape the beast… or surrender to the pleasure of being his perfect chubby treasure.

It was our sixth wedding anniversary. Lord Tom didn't pledge his vows to me, but instead gave me his family's crest—a dim, unstable mark, the mark of a blood slave. That very night, while solemn hymns echoed through the hall, he performed a blood oath ceremony with his pure-blood first love, Lady Mia. I refused the mark. He let out a cold, humorless laugh. "Love is a luxury only immortals can afford, Rowling," he said. "My union with Mia is a political necessity—to maintain the purity of the bloodline." His gaze turned icy. "You are a mortal. You should be content with my protection. Few receive such a blessing." I didn't speak.I left before dawn. Six years later, we met again at a banquet hosted by the Vampire High Council. Tom walked in with Mia, her silk dress shimmering silver in the moonlight. Under his rule, his family was about to gain a seat in the Senate. His gaze found me. I stood in the hotel's decorative fountain, the water up to my ankles, soaking wet, sand clinging to my dress. A familiar look of contempt flickered across his face. "Rowling," he said coldly. "You refused my protection, mocked my generosity. Now you're rummaging through a public fountain like a beggar." The corners of his mouth curled slightly. "Do you really think any vampire would take in a mortal without a protector?" I didn't look up. I was searching for my son's tourmaline that had fallen into the water. But to my son, it was a seal—an ancient restraint, suppressing a power that shouldn't awaken so early. I could already feel it weakening. If the seal cannot be repaired in time, the power erupting within him will destroy the entire building.

In a world where the broken are hunted and the powerful are feared, refuge is a dangerous promise. Alejandro was never meant to lead. Bound to an ancient force known as Inferno, burdened with power that bends wards, spirits, and history itself, he becomes Alpha not by ambition, but by necessity. When the unwanted, the cursed, and the discarded begin to arrive at his mountain stronghold, the Haven of Shadows is born. It became a sanctuary for vampires, witches, rogues, humans, and beings too dangerous to exist anywhere else. At its heart stood Zenith a nineteen year old human luna. A healer whose touch mends more than flesh.The one thing powerful enough to ground a god. As Alejandro’s fated mate and Luna of the Haven, Zenith becomes the calm within the storm, altering scents to make enemies live as family, healing wounds the world refuses to acknowledge, and reminding monsters of the humanity they have buried. Together, they build something fragile and unprecedented. A home without hierarchy, a family without fear. But sanctuary never goes unnoticed. As war looms and loyalty is tested, Alejandro must decide how much of himself he is willing to surrender to protect the woman who reminds him he is still a man, and the home that proves monsters can choose something better.

In a world of werewolf clans divided by fierce loyalties and blood feuds, an ancient artifact known as The Crown holds the promise of ultimate power. Whispers of the prophecy drive packs into chaos, each vying to place their leader on the throne. As betrayals deepen and alliances shift, the fate of the werewolf world lies in the hands of an unlikely hero—one who must rise above their doubts to reshape the destiny of their kind.

Zeke, a street-smart thief with a knack for slipping into places he doesn’t belong and vanishing before anyone notices. But his luck runs out when he steals a gemstone unlike any other—one that belonged to a monster. Darius is no ordinary dragon. Cursed and trapped in a half-shifted form, he’s been waiting centuries for the stone that could set him free. And now, it’s in the soul of a cocky, sharp-tongued thief who has no idea what he’s just done. The moment Darius sees Zeke, another, far more dangerous truth becomes clear—Zeke isn’t just the one who stole his salvation. He’s his mate. Furious at fate for chaining him to a mortal, Darius takes Zeke captive, torn between wanting to break him and needing to claim him. But Zeke has no intention of playing the obedient prisoner. He’s spent his whole life running, and no dragon is going to keep him caged. Yet as they clash, the heat between them turns into something neither of them can control. And when the wizard who cursed Darius returns, demanding blood, Zeke faces a choice—escape and save himself, or stay and risk everything for the dragon who might just be his greatest heist yet.