Dragon Romance Web Novels & Reborn Stories

During a dig for a rumored dragon skeletal remains, Irene Wesley is accidentally transported into an alternate world where she runs into Ramon, a dragon shifter and King of Caliborn. Like that isn't enough for her to process, he declares her to be his destined mate, whom he has waited thousands of years to claim. Taken into the Kingdom by the possessive Dragon King, she has new issues to contend with. -Unwanted competition from a love rival. -Repetitive flashbacks of her past life many centuries ago. - And of course, battling with her growing affections for the king who is not as monstrous as his alternate draconian appearance may make him seem.

Seraphyne Alden died twice. First, as a queen — burning in a palace fire while her husband watched, while her protector screamed her name. Then, as a nobody — beaten and abandoned on a rain-soaked street, betrayed by those who should have loved her. But fate is not finished with her. Now she is Sera — a fragile modern girl with a family who adores her, a rival who despises her, and memories that do not belong to her. She remembers a throne, a prophecy, and a man whose eyes burned like fire and frost. Vaelric remembers everything too. He crossed worlds to find her. He will die again before he fails her. But he cannot tell her the truth — because the truth might destroy her. And Alderyn? He is not just her husband from another life. He is the one who killed her. Now he is a rising political star, beloved by the world, and he remembers everything too. Three souls, reborn into one city. Two kings who loved her. One queen who must choose. But some secrets do not stay buried. Some enemies do not stay dead. And some loves burn brighter the second time around. In a game of power, prophecy, and forbidden love, Sera must survive not one world, but two — and decide who she wants to be when the ashes settle. She was born a queen. She was reborn a survivor. But can she become the woman who finally chooses her own fate?

I died with my husband's betrayal on my lips and my unborn child in my womb. One moment I was Mia Weston — billionaire, wife, mother-to-be. The next, I was gone. Erased. Traded like a chess piece by the man who swore to love me forever. Then I woke up. Silk sheets. Marble walls. A maid calling me "My Lady." And a father I had never met looking me dead in the eyes saying — "You have been promised to King Zyren of the Draconis Throne. You leave at sunrise." I thought I was dreaming. I was wrong. King Zyren is not a man. He is ancient, ruthless, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only dangerous things are. He doesn't smile. He doesn't explain. He simply looks at me like I am something he has been waiting for — and that look alone makes my whole body tremble. He calls me his traded bride. I call him my nightmare. But nightmares don't look at you like you are the only breathable air in a burning room. Nightmares don't press you against cold stone walls and whisper "You will learn your place, little human" with a voice so deep it rewrites your bones. And nightmares definitely don't make you forget — even for one dangerous, breathless second — the man who killed you. I was sold to settle a debt. He had waited centuries for exactly me. Neither of us was prepared for what came next.