Novel Web Fantasy & Cerita Hidden Identity Forbidden Love

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.

The love of money is the root of all evil—but for Wayne Vermont, wealth has always meant a life without limits. Reckless, spoiled, and heir to a fortune, Wayne has never had to worry about the consequences of his actions. Until he's kidnapped and abandoned in a small fishing town called Davenport, where he's given a choice: spend a year working at the local fishing depot or risk losing the inheritance he's always taken for granted. But when a violent storm sweeps him overboard, Wayne's life changes forever. As he struggles beneath the waves, a haunting song draws him toward a mysterious girl. Then darkness takes him. When Wayne wakes on the shore, he has no memory of how he survived—or who saved him. But when the strange girl appears again, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to her. Unable to speak, unfamiliar with the human world, and hiding a secret that defies explanation, she turns Wayne's carefully controlled life upside down. As their bond deepens, he begins to suspect that the girl who saved him is connected to something far more mysterious than he could have imagined. And the closer he gets to her, the more he realizes that some secrets are better left beneath the waves.

Apparently, werewolves are real. So are Huntsmen. They hate each other, and my sweet, seemingly ordinary grandmother spent the last forty years keeping them from tearing each other apart. Oh, and Grandma might have been murdered. Now I'm the new Keeper, responsible for maintaining an ancient peace between two factions who would rather kill each other than sit down and have a civilized conversation. There's just one small problem. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. The infuriating Huntsman claims the wolves murdered Grandma, but I'm beginning to suspect he knows more than he's admitting. Meanwhile, a dangerously attractive werewolf insists his kind is innocent, and neither man seems particularly interested in leaving me alone. As I uncover Grandma's secrets, I discover that keeping the peace is going to require more than stopping a few fights. Someone is deliberately trying to destroy the agreement between humans and werewolves, and I'm apparently the only person who can stop them. Unfortunately, being the Keeper means I can't take sides. Nobody said anything about falling in love with both of them.

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.

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.

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.

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.

She was sent into his house as a weapon. He let her in knowing exactly what she was. The curse in her blood has killed every man who ever got close, but he doesn't care. He just watches her with those calm, knowing eyes like he has already seen every move she is going to make. She wants to destroy him. He refuses to let her go. And somewhere between the poison, the lies, and the dead bodies they keep stepping over, something far more dangerous than the curse starts to grow between them. They were never supposed to survive each other. That was always the plan. Neither of them knew.

**"How much did you know?" I asked. Silence. "Enough," his voice was calm and low, as usual. I looked around the room again. The photographs, the notes, every conversation, every lesson, every answer he refused to give...suddenly, it all felt planned. "Who are you?" I yelled the words again. "You already know...." he started saying while taking a step forward, but I held my hand in front of him. "Was any of it real?" I whispered. For the first time, something cracked in Lucien's expression. He opened his mouth. I waited for an explanation to make everything okay. But nothing came out. Then, he looked away. I bit my lip to hold back the tear that was ready to fall.** Celeste has always known how to behave. Speak when needed. Fit perfectly into the life built around her. But it isn't enough. The nights begin to change. Sleep turns restless. Whispers follow her into the dark. And the mark on her wrist starts burning as if it's trying to be seen...or trying to warn her. When a series of brutal murders rocks her city, everything begins to unravel. She starts seeing things that shouldn't exist, hearing voices she can't explain, and feeling drawn to places she knows she should avoid. Then there's him, the man with black eyes. He appears where he shouldn't, moves like he's not bound by the same rules as everyone else, and looks at her as though he knows secrets he was never meant to know. He warns her to stay away. But she can't. And the closer she gets, the more she realises the murders were never random. They were always leading someone to her. And whatever is waiting in the dark isn't just hunting her. It's been waiting for her.

In the twilight realm of Solvalla, the throne is a death sentence. To save her brother from the front lines, Weaver Isolde Thorne steals a noblewoman’s identity and enters the "Catalyst Trials," a ceremony to find a bride who can absorb the king's petrification curse. When King Alaric Valerion chooses her, Isolde finds herself bound by a blood-pact to a silent man who is more stone than flesh. As their "soul-link" forces her to feel his every hidden desire, a shadow from the court threatens to expose her weaver roots. Isolde must navigate a fake marriage where the stakes are her life, all while a mysterious stalker closes in, forcing her to choose between the brother she protected and the King she is starting to love.

Princess Merlara is awoken by her sister with news of an attack heading their way. Merlara learns that an arranged marriage between her eldest sister and Prince Kaelen of the Southern Kingdom is their only hope for military aid. But when her sister flees, Merlara steps up, disguising herself as the bride-to-be and setting off towards the Southern Kingdom. Her journey takes a turn when her convoy is attacked, and she is captured by a mysterious and powerful warrior named Cerus, from the Eastern Kingdom. Mistaking her for Merlara's eldest sister, Cerus vows to return her to her husband to be and they travel together to the Southern Kingdom. But the journey there ignites something deep between them. Merlara questions if she should tell him the truth of who she is and Cerus has secrets of his own. As Merlara grapples with her feelings, her loyalty is tested as she finds herself caught in a web of deceit, power struggles, and ancient magic. Can she save her kingdom and her newfound love, or will she be the ultimate sacrifice in a game of thrones and dragons?

Once every century, under the Blood-Silver Moon, heirs are born to the two great dynasties of Asterra. Both Queens, as prophesied, would fall into labour in the same hour. Both would deliver under the power of the sacred births. Screams of terror lasted, putting both clans under pressure. One by one, the wolves lifted their heads toward the Blood-Silver Moon. Their howls pierced the night. Bones cracked, muscles swelled, and fur burst through their skin. The princess was born with a half-crescent mark that shone like blood-red fire coated with silver. But in the House of Mondriach Vampires, their heir had nothing but an ordinary mark. Agatha, who barely escaped death, suddenly went into labour, screeching under the moonlight. A third cry erupted. A baby was born bearing the same half-crescent mark. The Moon cast a central ray spanning two directions: one towards the Silver Wolves' territory, the other deep into the forbidden forest. The Wolves saw it but were confused. King Regor was unsettled—he knew Agatha carried his child but never imagined this mysterious heir. Queen Cersei had birthed a false heir and would bury the true one. Agatha was saved by Welsfar, a forest Maester. These dynasties had forbidden joining their bloodlines, burying the horrors from when their worlds last collided. Now the true heir threatens to awaken secrets both kingdoms would rather leave dead. Who will ascend the throne? Will the Mondriach Vampires let a mistress's son lead them? Will both dynasties solve this mystery and accept the prophecy?

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?

Elara Voss was raised to believe she was nothing — a spare princess, unloved, unnecessary, easily spent. So when Virell needs to buy twenty years of peace, her father doesn't hesitate. He sends her across the border in a wedding dress, to marry the man they call a monster: Draven Ashkar, the Ash King, last of a bloodline that burns instead of bleeds. She expects a beast. She finds a man carved out of restraint, guarding a secret crueler than anything her own kingdom accused him of. And the longer she stays in his black castle, the more she realizes the real monsters wore crowns in the palace she grew up in. But Elara isn't just a discarded princess. Buried in her blood is the last living thread of a bloodline both kingdoms have hunted for a hundred years — the same power that could end the war, or burn both thrones to the ground. She was sent to die quietly. She is going to become impossible to kill.