Protective Fantasy Web Novels & Forbidden Love Stories

Cian Xia, one of the Immortal world's masters, went into seclusion for twelve years, holding words of promise from his lover, Wun Lan, who died in a demon war. That their fates will be entwined once more after the promise years have passed. They meet again, but these time things are different. The lover he has been waiting for so long has changed, and their fate appears to have been assigned to someone else. Would Cian Xia accept reality and forget everything, or would he begin again with no love, promises, or disappointment?

--- *The Current Between Us* > She took something from the sea. > Now the sea wants her back. > > Beatrice thought it was just a silver comb. > A pretty thing given as a gift of promise by the Prince. > She was wrong. > > The moment she touched it, the nightmares began. > A voice in her head calling her name. > A mark glowing on her skin. > And a man with black eyes who escaped police custody with spears in his hands. > > King Dave has three days left before the land kills him. > He needs the comb back. He needs the prince. > And according to the blood of the Court, Beatrice is the key to both. > > Hector doesn’t believe in monsters. > But he believes in Beatrice. > And he’ll do anything to keep her safe — even if that means fighting a war he doesn’t understand. > > As the tide rises and the Court hunts, Beatrice is caught between two worlds. > One pull is magic, ancient and claiming. > The other is human, steady and terrified to lose her. > > Some bonds are written in blood. > Some currents you cannot swim against. > > *Update 3x a week. Cliffhangers guaranteed.* > Enter the water. If you dare. ---

COMPLETED! * Ivanna did not expect Jax Alister, the man she hired as a bodyguard, to turn out to be a bloodsucker. She is entangled, enamored with Jax's attractiveness and slowly transforms into an indescribable feeling. However, there are many secrets in Jax's life that she doesn't know and slowly unfolds along with the common thread between herself and Jax. *** "Are you sure you want this? Because you won't be able to stop me," I said in between our extraordinary night. Ivana nodded. "Go ahead, Jax. Do it and never stops."

I was sent to reap her soul. Now, I am it prisoner." ​Sloane is a Wingless Reaper. For five centuries, he hasn't known mercy only the cold weight of his blade. His final mission was supposed to be easy: find the girl born with the Infinite Soul and kill her before she manifest and destroy his kind. Elena has spent twenty- four years in a guarded palace, hidden from the world and even the air outside by the ancient Ouroboros cult. She is a walking miracle whose blood holds the key to immortality. She doesn't know she’s a savior; she only knows she wants to be free. ​The cult wants her blood. The Wingless want her dead. When Sloane finally corners his prey, the universe intervenes. A golden brand sears into his wrist a Divine Shackle. A 24-hour countdown to his own death begins, and there is only one way to stay alive : He must protect the girl he was sent to kill. ​Now, the world’s deadliest hunter is her only protector. To the Ouroboros, she is a prize to be harvested. To the Fallen, she is a plague to be erased. To Sloane, she is a beautiful curse. ​As the prophecy draws closer, he realizes the most dangerous thing isn't the ticking clock on his wrist... it’s the heartbeat he could feel for his enemy. ​One HUNT. One LEASH. No ESCAPE.

Zeno: I was born to inherit the sea, Poseidon’s power. A House. A title. An arranged marriage. Children. A life shaped by expectation instead of love. Then Mitha returned to the Capital with fury in her wings and the Underworld at her back, no longer the hatchling I once saved, but a harpy guard sworn to Hades. I should have kept my distance. She was forbidden, bound elsewhere, and impossible to claim. But Olympus could call her demihuman, scandal, mistress. None of it could make her any less mine. Mitha: Zeno was the first Olympian boy to look at me and not see a monster. He saved me when I was a hatchling, then Olympus took him away and taught me exactly what creatures like me were worth. I survived, found the Underworld, and pledged my life to Hades. Years later, duty dragged me back before Zeno, now Lord Poseidon, married, untouchable, and still looking at me like I mattered. Loving him would betray every vow that made me. Letting him go might destroy what little softness I had left.

She was born with a heart that should have belonged to no one. Lyra Veyne has spent eighteen years believing she is an ordinary village girl. She knows nothing about her mysterious silver birthmark, the nightmares that follow her, or the strange way the forest seems to whisper her name. Until her eighteenth birthday. That night, twelve ancient bells ring for the first time in centuries—and four powerful men arrive at her doorstep. A ruthless prince. A cursed lord of shadows. An immortal prince with secrets. A warrior king who refuses to kneel. They come for Lyra because she is the last Heart Queen, a legendary woman whose magic can awaken, bind, and destroy the hearts of kings. They were supposed to capture her. They were supposed to hate her. Instead, something impossible happens. Their heartstones begin beating whenever she is near. As Lyra is drawn deeper into the dark world of Veyrith, she discovers that the four men aren't strangers. They have loved her before—in lives she cannot remember—and each lifetime has ended in blood, betrayal, and death. But the ancient prophecy everyone fears may be a lie. Someone has rewritten history. Someone has spent centuries hiding the truth. And the immortal Hollow King, Malachor, is willing to destroy kingdoms to claim Lyra's heart. Now Lyra must choose between the destiny forced upon her and the future she wants for herself. Because the four men may be willing to give her their hearts... But Lyra refuses to belong to anyone. Four kings. One queen. Four hearts. And when the Heart Queen finally awakens, every crown in the kingdom will have to choose: Kneel before her—or burn with her.

The cousins: “Oh shit yall back! We thought yall got tired of the foolishness we got going on, because we sure as shit, done got tired of the bullshit ourselves. We thought yall was gonna be quick about it, but it’s been a minute. So anyway Even though yall been gone long, I might as well tell you now, we still haven't had a chance to enjoy shit; not a damn thing. Do you know why? I can tell you why, it's because for some fucking reason supernatural motha fuckas are always mad about something. I mean they don't like nobody, all they want to do is kill folks, kidnap you, impregnate, or try an force you to be with them. Did I miss one? It don't matter you get where this is going. Now I know some of yall really wish we could get some peace some rest and some di…” “GOD DAMNIT MINA! WE HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET AND YOU BEING NASTY ALREADY!”

Hypatos My life has always belonged to House Ares. Every battle, every scar, even the arm I lost, was given in its name. Loyalty forged me into a weapon, and I never questioned it… until I loved the one woman I could never claim. Losing her left me hollow, a man shaped by duty and nothing more. Then Saea steps into my world, sharp-tongued and fearless, seeing through every wall I’ve built. She doesn’t belong in my world, and I shouldn’t want her. But for the first time, I do. Even if choosing her means betraying everything I’ve ever sworn to protect. Saea I’ve always known my place, pouring drinks in an Olympian tavern where warriors and gods look right through me. Men like Hypatos don’t see women like me, even when I’ve been quietly watching, quietly caring, learning the weight of his grief from a distance. Wanting him is reckless. Believing he could ever want me back is worse. But when fate pulls us into the same fight, something changes. For the first time, I’m not invisible to him. For the first time, I dare to want more. A future where we stand as equals… if Olympus doesn’t destroy us first.

“At least you could tell me your name,” she said. He was quiet for a long moment, then said, “Aleron Dravenhart.” Aleron Dravenhart? What an ancient sounding name, she thought. “I’m Seraphine. Seraphine Clarke.” She held her hand out toward him and waited patiently for him to take it. When he finally did, and his skin met hers, Seraphine felt a jolt of something she couldn’t identify pass between them. He felt it, too. She saw the flash of surprise in his eyes before he had the chance to disguise it. And somehow, it made her feel better to know that he was no happier about that flash than she was. Her body was awakening to sensations she’d blocked for five years. And the raw ache within threatened to bring her to her knees. She stood up and backed away, as if distance from this mysterious man could make everything she’d felt drain away. It didn’t help. _______ When Seraphine Clarke found a man passed out in her front yard one morning, she had no idea how offering to help him would change her life. She'd helped him. Invited her into her home. But what she didn't know was that she'd invited danger into her life as well, and life as she knew and understood it was about to change. She'd introduced herself into the world of magic, witches, danger, blood and more importantly, vampires. ... What happens when she falls in love with one?

BLURB: "Bound by prophecy. Torn by fate. Will their choices save the world—or doom it forever?" Gaia Stormborne carries the weight of a bloodline destined to reshape the balance of power. Hunted for secrets she doesn’t fully understand, she’s thrust into a world where allies wear masks, and betrayal is a breath away. As ancient forces stir, her choices could ignite salvation—or plunge everything into darkness. Valtor Draven, a fierce Alpha haunted by his past, awakens to find the one person who might hold the key to redemption missing. Their fates are bound, their paths shadowed by danger, and every step they take could tip the scales of war. In a race against time, will they find strength in each other—or will destiny rip them apart?

He stole her to save his heart. The court's plan was to take hers. Wren Calloway mends locks in a border village, and she has one rule: never leave anything open. Ten years ago she left a gate unlatched — and the fae took her mother through it. On Tithe Night, Prince Rhydian Thornveil breaks his own court's law in front of the whole village. He doesn't take the tithe. He takes her. His heart is turning to black briar-wood, thorn by thorn — the curse that unmade his father. In twenty-nine days the last thorn reaches the centre, and the court will have to kill the thing on the throne. Only one pair of hands can cut the curse-thorn free: hands that can hold cold iron without burning. An iron-hand. Wren is the first found in a hundred years. What the court isn't telling her: their original cure was simpler. Her living heart, grafted in place of his dying one. The prince burned that order before he ever saw her face — and his refusal is treason. Bound by a bargain she negotiated herself — thirty days, her craft for her family's safety and her free departure at the Solstice — Wren must survive a palace of beautiful liars, a regent who calls her "our little remedy," and a prince who is ruthless to everyone except her. Because some things cannot be taken, bought, or bargained for. They can only be given. Stolen by the Fae Prince is a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers fae romantasy with a cursed prince, a competent heroine, lethal court etiquette, and a bargain with teeth. Book 1 of The Veilbound Courts — HFN ending, series HEA guaranteed.

A gentle, unwanted girl is sold as a monster’s bride to save a kingdom that never loved her. She does not tame the monster. She wakes him up—and he, in turn, teaches her that the world is allowed to burn for people who hurt her. Together they break an ancient curse, topple two kingdoms, and discover that love can be the most dangerous rebellion of all.