Romances Online de Fantasy sobre Dark Romance e Histórias com Protective e Royal

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.

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.

Sold to the Dragon King as the bride no one expects to survive the year, Seraphine was raised to be disposable. Kaelen was raised to be feared. They were each taught they were unlovable - and then they were locked in the same cold palace and given a year to find out it was a lie. But the realm that gave her away never meant for her to survive. And it never meant for her to be loved.