Novel Web Fantasy & Cerita Hidden Identity Royal

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?

For twenty years, Lyra has been nothing more than a slave despised by both werewolves and humans. Beaten, humiliated, and treated as less than any human slave in Lunaris, she dreams of only one thing— freedom. But fate has other plans. She is rejected by the very king who is destined to protect her. Haunted by voices and visions she cannot understand, Lyra begins to question her very existence. The forbidden mark awakens an ancient bond, binding her soul to the ruthless Alpha King Lucien Draven. A bond forbidden since the Great War. A bond that should never have existed. The moment he leaves his mark on her, the impossible begins to happen. The Royal Moon Crystal cracks. The Sacred Seal that kept witches and werewolves apart begins to weaken. An ancient prophecy whispers the name of the one who carries the long-lost magic—the Heart of Magic. Hunted by enemies, betrayed, and surrounded by secrets, Lyra must uncover the truth of who she really is before an ancient darkness is unleashed upon the world. As ancient enemies edge closer to war and destiny demands impossible sacrifices, Lucien must choose between the laws of Lunaris sworn by his ancestors... and the woman his soul refuses to let go. Most destinies demand courage. Some demand sacrifice. Lyra must choose between saving the world... or saving herself.

Nikolai, the cursed Rogue King, is losing a war that could wipe out his people. Desperate for a way to turn the tide, he goes after the mysterious hybrid known as the Golden Ticket, believing her hidden power could save his kingdom. Instead, he finds Cassie, a struggling young woman who has spent her life believing she is human. When Nikolai brings her into his dangerous supernatural world, strange things begin happening between them. Cassie can reach a part of his mind that no one else can touch, while powerful enemies close in, determined to claim her for themselves. Nikolai is ordered to gain Cassie's trust and uncover her secrets, even if it means making her fall for him. But the closer they become, the harder it becomes for him to treat her like a weapon. As Cassie's dormant power begins to awaken, secrets about her mother, her mysterious bloodline, and the forces hunting her slowly surface. Trapped between a king who may be using her, a jealous fiancée who wants her dead, and enemies who know more about her than she does, Cassie must discover the truth before her awakening turns the war into something far more dangerous. Nikolai wanted a weapon to save his kingdom. He never expected to become obsessed with the woman who might destroy it.

For thirteen years, Princess Emeriel Vaelorian has lived as a lie. Hidden beneath the identity of Crown Prince Emeric, she was forced to bury her femininity after a terrifying prophecy declared that the Blood Moon Daughter would one day awaken the Beast Throne and destroy the human kingdoms. Trained to fight instead of curtsy and ordered to suppress the strange power sleeping inside her, Emeriel survives by pretending to be someone she is not. But when the immortal Beast Clans return to claim a royal daughter as tribute, Emeriel sacrifices herself to save her younger sister and steps into the path of the most feared ruler in existence—the Beast King himself. Kaelthar Draven is not human. He is an ancient beast-born king cursed with uncontrollable rage, feared even by his own kind. For centuries, no female has survived close to him, and no bond has ever been able to tame the monster within him. Until he scents her. The moment Kaelthar realizes the “prince” standing before him is actually a legendary Siren thought to be extinct, the ancient bond between them awakens—triggering dangerous powers, forbidden desires, and a prophecy far deadlier than either kingdom realized. Now trapped in the brutal Beast Realm of Varynth, surrounded by immortal predators, political conspiracies, and creatures willing to start wars just to possess her, Emeriel must decide whether to keep running from her true identity… or embrace the power capable of changing the fate of the world itself. Because the Beast King does not intend to let his Siren go.

I sold my body to a Werewolf King to save my sister's life. The contract was simple: I become the silent, obedient wife of Kaelen, the most ruthless Alpha in the city, for five years. In return, he pays for the cure that will save her. He is a monster of ice and power, a king who rules from a skyscraper throne. I am just a human, a pawn in a game I don't understand. He thinks he owns me. He lays down the rules with a voice like frozen steel: Don't touch me. Don't ask questions. And never, ever look me in the eye. But the first time his skin brushes mine, a searing energy erupts between us. His cold control shatters, and for a single, terrifying second, his eyes flash with feral gold. He shoves me away like I’ve burned him, his snarl echoing through our gilded cage, "Get out!" Now, I'm trapped in his world of deadly pack politics and ancient magic. He's cruel, distant, and yet his gaze follows my every move, burning with a possessive fire that contradicts every word he says. I’ve just discovered the dangerous truth he’s been hiding: I am not just his purchased bride. I am his fated mate. And the powerful enemy hunting us has just found out that the key to destroying the Werewolf King… is me.

She was raised to be a secret. Now she's about to become a reckoning. At the royal court of Canberra-Vane, they call her the "Second Prince", sickly, unremarkable, easy to overlook. Exactly what she needs them to think. For years, Lyra has lived a lie stitched into her own skin: chest bound tight, veins full of suppressants that shouldn't even exist, all to bury one truth: she's an Omega, and she's not the son this throne was promised. One dose too late, one loose thread, and the entire fraud unravels along with her. Everyone around her is playing a game. She's just playing it better than anyone gives her credit for. Crown Prince Kaelan wants her gone and isn't subtle about it; every "accident," every closed-door meeting, is aimed at her. Ashford Vayne, the court's golden military heir, can't resist reminding her how weak she is, right up until the day he's forced to eat every word. Only Commander Ren Solari looks at her like he sees something the rest of the court doesn't: not a broken prince, but something coiled, patient, and dangerous. He's right to be careful. While they've all been underestimating her, Lyra has been building alliances no one can trace back to her, secrets sharp enough to gut a dynasty, a quiet war fought one favor and one whispered threat at a time. Then, at the imperial solstice gala, in front of everyone who ever looked past her, her suppressants fail. The mask comes off. The lie dies. What's underneath is worse than anyone imagined, and far more dangerous than she ever let herself hope. Kaelan's throne turns to ash in his hands. Ashford chokes on his own cruelty. Ren realizes the mercy he once showed a "weak" prince may be the only reason he survives