روايات وقصص إلكترونية من فئة Fantasy وعن Dark Romance وتضم Hidden Identity وتدور في Forbidden Love

In the middle of a small yet tidy room, Aurora lay fast asleep. Her pale skin, as well as her beautiful face, would immediately make one address her as Sleeping Beauty. It was ever so befitting of her because she actually answered the name of the fairytale character. The only odd thing in this picture-perfect tale was the way Aurora was restlessly writhing on the bed already downed in cold sweat. She seemed to be having a nightmare as her arms flailed aimlessly, and she groaned continuously. Her beautiful face was morphed into a frown as tears escaped from beneath her kids and trickled down the sides of her face. She was indeed a sorry figure, which was a far cry from the fairytale we all knew. Soon, her body froze before she jolted awake in a sitting position. She panted like she had just run a marathon, and her eyes searched the room frantically, looking but not seeing. Her eyes were dazed and unfocused as she seemed to not be mentally present. She soon regained her breath but kept staring at a blank wall facing her bed. She stayed in that position for what seemed like hours but was actually minutes. Ring! Ring! The alarm clock on her bedside drawer blared continuously, disturbing the eerie silence that had engulfed the room ever since Aurora woke up. That seemed to do the trick of snapping her out of her haze and reverie as she jolted, and her eyes finally cleared up. She shook her head and turned to the direction of her bedside drawer before reaching out and hitting the alarm clock. Silence.

Sold to the most feared ruler in the kingdom, Lyra Vale expected chains, not a crown. King Ronan Draven is cursed, and every woman who has ever shared his bed has died before dawn. The entire realm believes his touch is death. But the moment Lyra meets him, a glowing moon mark burns across her wrist—a mark that should not exist. Bound to Ronan by an ancient curse, hunted by enemies who want her blood, and trapped inside a palace built on dark secrets, Lyra discovers that she is the last Moonborn, a woman whose power can either save the kingdom or destroy it. Ronan is ruthless, dangerous, and forbidden, yet every stolen glance pulls Lyra deeper into his darkness. When the king’s charming half-brother offers her freedom, she is forced into a deadly choice between desire, betrayal, and survival. In a world of shadow magic, blood oaths, and forbidden love, one kiss could break a curse… or awaken a nightmare that has slept for centuries.

Ember & Ashes Broke waitress Sera Dalton hacks a game server for free gems and accidentally breaches the Veil Network — an ancient dragon communication system. She meets Ash_King, who is secretly Kaelthar Veyndrath, a four-hundred-year-old dragon king. Both hide their truths: he conceals his wealth and power, she conceals her poverty. Through screens and late-night conversations, they fall in love. When a rival dragon lord weaponizes a magical plague against Kael’s territory, Sera is brought to his world. She faces hostile dragon courts, learns to touch scales without flinching, and when the keep is attacked, she hacks the plague’s code and turns it against itself. In that shared battle, their bond completes — making her the first human queen in dragon history. Years later, with three dragon-human children and a keep full of too many windows, Sera still games with her dragon king at midnight, still trash-talks his strategy, and is still the sharpest person in any world.

In a sun-drenched grand estate bordering the eerie, dark canopy of Marston Forest, Leia is an outcast among her own family. Unlike her golden-haired, brutal Vodell hunter brothers, her midnight-black hair and quiet spirit brand her a failure. Scorned by her aristocratic kin after a harsh training session, she retreats to her cold quarters, drawn by an irresistible, mystical pull toward the shrouded, forbidden forest—a realm of supernatural creatures and ancient secrets. As darkness falls and the moon rises, Leia stands at the threshold between her cruel human legacy and the dark, alluring unknown whispering to her soul.

Twins are an abomination in the Kingdom of Varnholt. By law, the mother and both children are to be beheaded—no exceptions, not even for the Queen. To save her children, the Queen makes an impossible choice. She keeps her newborn son, Amias, as the kingdom's beloved heir and secretly sends her daughter, Azubah, away to be raised in the distant hills. Seven years later, the prince is dead. With the kingdom on the brink of chaos, the Queen returns for the daughter she abandoned, forcing Azubah to bury her name and become Prince Amias—the heir to a throne built on a lie. Now, surrounded by ruthless nobles, deadly conspiracies, and enemies lurking within the palace walls, Azubah must convince the entire kingdom that she is the prince they believe she has always been. But everything begins to unravel after one reckless night. Behind a mask, she crosses paths with a mysterious man and shares a moment she can never take back. By dawn, she discovers the truth. He is the Beast—the feared rival whose family threatens the fragile future of Varnholt... and the last man she should ever have let into her heart. In a kingdom where one secret can cost a crown, and one mistake can start a war, can Azubah protect her throne without losing herself?

In the Kingdom of Avelune, no one dies without warning. Every soul is born beneath a glowing number, counting down the exact day death will come. Elara Veyne has no number at all. She's spent her life feared for it, until she locks eyes with a stranger in the rain who shouldn't be standing at all. His number reads zero. He's breathing anyway. And when he looks at her, it isn't with fear. It's with recognition. His name is Kael Draven. The kingdom calls him the Black Villain, a man rumored to have killed thousands and to be impossible to kill himself. He tells her she's late, as if she was always meant to arrive. He knows her name before she speaks it. Details about her life no stranger could know. Every instinct tells Elara to run. But Kael keeps finding her. Keeps saving her from dangers he predicts before they happen. And the longer she stays near him, the more the world unravels: a woman who dies and wakes the next morning with no memory of it, a painting centuries old bearing both their faces exactly as they look now, dreams of a golden room she's certain she's never seen and somehow knows by heart. Piece by piece, the truth surfaces. Elara has lived this life before. Died in it, over and over, in ways she cannot remember and Kael cannot forget. Behind his violence is a man who has spent three centuries choosing to love her again, every time the world takes her from him. Now something ancient is waking, and it has decided they are both mistakes to correct. Elara is the reason the world keeps breaking. Stopping it might mean losing the one person who has never let her go.