Action Web Novels & Arrogant Face-Slapping Stories

"She was the girl they meant to execute. Now, she is the nightmare that will wear their crown." ​Lyra Vale was supposed to die beneath the execution blade. ​Branded a witch. Hunted as the last survivor of a disgraced bloodline... Lyra Vale was supposed to die beneath the execution blade. Branded a witch. Hunted as the last survivor of a disgraced bloodline. Dragged before the kingdom that slaughtered her family, she expects death—not the ancient magic buried inside her to awaken before the entire royal court. Then the prophecy arrives. The Bone Crown has chosen her. Now the kingdom fears her existence, the Church demands her execution, and the shadows beneath the capital are beginning to wake. Worst of all, Crown Prince Cassian Draeven refuses to let her go. Feared across the continent as the king’s ruthless heir, Cassian is as dangerous as the dark magic crawling through the kingdom’s walls. Cold. Violent. Untouchable. The kind of man people obey before he even speaks. And according to the prophecy, he is destined to destroy the world. Forced into the deadly heart of the royal palace, Lyra becomes trapped between assassins, forbidden magic, court betrayals, and a prince whose obsession with her grows more dangerous by the day. But the deeper Lyra falls into the secrets of the Bone Crown, the more horrifying the truth becomes: Her family was never executed for treason. They were murdered to hide what she really is. And the throne of Varethis was built over something ancient that should have never awakened.

The night my mate watched me bleed to death was the night my wolf stopped calling him mine. Not because my heart stopped beating. Not because my body gave up. But because something inside me shattered beyond repair. The bond that connected my soul to his—the sacred mate bond that every wolf dreamed of—broke in that moment. And the most painful part? It didn’t break because he died. It broke because he chose not to save me. My name is Christine Valerius. For four years, I was the Luna of the Blackwood Pack. The woman who stood beside Alpha Zack Kingsley. The woman everyone believed was blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. They saw the beautiful mansion, the powerful Alpha, the respected Luna title, and the wealth that came with it. They saw everything except the truth.

"Repeat that, Bella. Say 'no' again, and I promise you that'll be the last thing you ever say on this earth," Damien Alejandro says, pointing a gun to my head. His icy, cold voice sent shivers down my spine, and somehow, his voice scared me more than the gun pressed to my temple. “I…I…I do," I stammered, the words tasting like bile on my lips. “You may now kiss the bride," the priest announced. --- Isabella is kidnapped on her wedding day and taken to an undisclosed location, where she is forced to marry a stranger, Damien Alejandro, who turns out to be a dangerous Mafia king. He claims her father sold her to him, but there's one problem—she has no father. She promised herself she wouldn't fall for the enemy, but what's a girl to do when a six-foot-three, gorgeous man shows a soft spot for her and can't keep his hands off her?

She has nine months to live. So she makes a deal with the demon prince her world fears most. Wolfless. Mate-less. Dying. Sloane Nightbloom was never meant to survive, until Zaurik Thorn rewrites her fate with a single, brutal kiss. What starts as a fake relationship becomes a deadly prophecy. Her wolf awakens. Her body breaks. And the one man who makes her feel alive… is dying because he loves her. A curse. A bond. A war. She was never the weak one. She was the match. And now she’s ready to burn the whole world down.