Barnes And Noble Lore Olympus

In my previous life, I had married Luca Corleone, the most handsome Underboss in Cisilia. Everyone was envious of me. They all claimed that I became one of the most noble women in the country. My twin sister, Lia Rossi, went mad with jealousy. She pushed me down the stairs afterward. When I was at my weakest point due to a miscarriage, she used a pillow to smother me to death. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day the family meeting on the upcoming marriage alliance is held. Upon returning to the lounge, I witness Lia straddling Luca, clearly engaging in physical intimacy with him. Her legs are spread widely as her body rocks with every powerful thrust. "You came far too late, Elvira." Lia pants heavily while shooting me a smug look. "I'm the woman Luca loves now. See, we're even coupling with each other. In this lifetime, I shall be the one marrying him!" Everyone looks at me, waiting for me to back off from this relationship while suffering from a mental breakdown. But I just chuckle in return. Oh, my dear Lia… All she knows is that Luca is young, handsome, and insanely wealthy. But what she doesn't know is that he has a secret room tucked away in his bedroom that's completely filled with toys and tools meant to torture women. At the same time, he also plans to share her with the rest of his subordinates.

Married for five years, Lorenzo, the underboss of the Moretti family, had never been without a woman. He found my “noble lady” posture stiff and vanilla. Dancers from Trinacria, headliners from the city’s nightclubs, his rotating stream of mistresses could fill the entire estate. Yet whenever I was displeased, whether it was throwing drinks or kicking someone out, Lorenzo never intervened. He’d only lit his cigar with casual amusement and said, “Relax. It’s just fun. No one can touch your position.” Then a clumsy, naive maid appeared. Unlike the others, she wasn’t flashy. However, when Lorenzo returned, bloodied, she’d hand him a cup of warm tea, her eyes red-rimmed. She watched him with pure admiration while he handled the family business. Lorenzo said the estate felt cold and lifeless except for her. He said only when she panicked did he feel like a hero being needed, rather than just a husband in a political marriage. Until she accidentally broke an antique vase left by my mother… Before I could react, Lorenzo stepped in and shielded her trembling form, glaring at me as if I were the enemy. “What’s wrong with you? If you’re crazy, go see a shrink. Don’t scare her like a rabid dog!” Watching his careful, protective expression, I smiled. I guess it was time for the Moretti family underboss to be replaced.

Aria Lane lived her first life desperate for love that was never meant for her. Adopted into a noble family, she was cherished until their real daughter returned. From that moment on, Aria’s life became a nightmare. Forced into a mate bond with the man who believed she stole his sister’s rightful life, Aria endured years of abuse, humiliation, and slavery. Pregnant and broken, she and her unborn child paid with their lives for crimes they never committed. Death, however, is not the end. Aria awakens one day before her forced mating, reborn with all the memories of her past life intact. This time, she refuses to beg for affection or endure suffering in silence. Consumed by grief and rage over the loss of her child, Aria vows to destroy everyone who played a role in her downfall. Her first move is power. She approaches Draken Black, the feared Lycan King of Ironclaw, proposing a strategic marriage. In exchange for becoming his Luna Queen for two years, she offers information that will save his pack from future assassination attempts. Draken accepts—not for political gain, but because Aria is the girl he has loved since childhood and his fated mate, a truth she does not yet know. With Draken’s authority behind her, Aria systematically dismantles her adoptive family’s influence, stripping them of the status they cherished while remaining emotionally untouched by their downfall. Her vengeance brings her a quiet sense of closure, believing her unborn child can finally rest in peace. Yet fate complicates everything. Aria finds herself drawn to Darken, the King of Nycale.

Rejected by her mate the supreme Alpha of the Lunpa clan Tala Tamaska goes rogue to find a better life. Meanwhile Ray Vladimir was introduced as the prince of vampires but seemed and venture first before taking up responsibilities to the throne. The two met at ah highschool but at first their paths where not seemed to align, and after Tala got traded off to a vampire in order to save a wolf from her brother's clan, she got placed under a curse to go hunt Ray on the full moon. They started liking each other, maybe even admit that its love, but the Lunpa clan, Sean the vampire who cursed Tala, and an evil witch named Elaine had different plans for them. Werewolf and Vampire romance is banned by law but that didn't stop Ray from being with Tala, although he later finds out that Tala is a rare variant of wolf called a Twin venom, the only werewolf that can kill a noble vampire. Will Ray leave the dangers of being with Tala to instead marry a vampire Queen named Lilith to secure the future of two kingdoms? Or will his love for Tala prevail against all odds. Tala being an Omega her whole life, will she one day reach alpha? Will her twin venom heritage make her decide to rather not be with Ray, fearing she might kill him? Opposites attract, the age old rivalry between werewolves and vampires are revealed that wolves love vampire flesh, and vampires can't get enough of wolf blood. Inner conflicts, laws, consequences, all stand in the path of Ray and Tala, and the ultimate threat of Ray's grandfather, the sleeping tyrant Vlad Dracul looms in the future, who hates werewolves and wanted to wipe them out in the past.

Happiness and contentment are the very things that defined Camilla’s existence on Earth. In search for her parents, she was lost and with it all she had. Disappearing into the unknown and brought to a world she never heard of. Rescued and with no hope of returning, she severed the feelings left of her previous life. She’s able to build a new identity in the peculiar world. Having friends and a purpose, she felt she’s living the one she used to have. But life isn't done with her yet. In hopes of gaining alliance of the strongest empire, King Rupert abducted the odd looking erudite woman to help him or risk going to war and lose everything. Camilla can choose to go back and keep living her happy days, knowing it wouldn’t last. Or go along with the King’s plan which might get her killed but’ll save the country for good if she succeeds. She chose the latter, became princess Thalyn, and was sent to attend the coronation of the Imperial prince. Imperial Prince Fazan found a way to bring his dead mother back to life. With a magical stone, he could accomplish the task. However he only possesses half of the stone and is in pursuit of the other which is buried in the forbidden palace of Myrtha. But only a woman of noble blood could open its gates. The stone chooses its lady and it came to light that the person it wants is princess Thalyn. Camilla has successfully achieved her task, regrettably her secret was uncovered by the prince who used it to his advantage. She once again found herself at somebody’s mercy, only this time she’d no choice but to accede. They began their long quest full of uncertainty, adventure, and perhaps romance.

While exploring the wilderness, my younger sister—Charlotte Forrester—and I accidentally stumble onto the territory of supernatural beings. She grabs the hand of the noble, elegant male elf, her posture coy and intimate. Before I can react, a wolfman with a scar on his face wraps his arm around my waist and leads me away. Charlotte, who judges others by appearance, is unaware that the male elf—Elwin Duskwood—belongs to a tribe of half-elves. Half-elves are beautiful but possess no real capabilities. They are considered a marginalized group among elves and struggle to make ends meet every day. On the other hand, the wolfman—Morgan Nightshade—is a mid-tier wolf tribe's Highlord. After giving birth to an extremely rare silver wolf for him, I have become the Highlady of the tribe. I'm respected by everyone in the tribe and feast on delicacies every day. Meanwhile, Charlotte becomes emaciated after suffering from starvation for several months. When she sees how plump I am, she goes insane from jealousy. While the wolf tribe is entertaining guests at a banquet, she uses poison to kill me. The next time I open my eyes, Charlotte and I are back at the moment we first entered the supernatural beings' territory by mistake. Charlotte immediately hugs Morgan by the waist and kisses him. She showers him with flattery about his strength, calling him the man of her dreams. I can't help but laugh out loud. Silly Charlotte. As a wolfman, Morgan is ill-tempered, and he easily loses control of his emotions. He also becomes even more bloodthirsty after transforming. It's not all sunshine and rainbows being his mate. But I never imagined the elves could be so… in that regard.

I was born destined to be fertile. The kind of woman who brings heirs into the world as if it were destiny. My womb had never failed me. The Schuyler family had practically begged me to marry into their family. The reason was simple. For three generations, the Schuyler family had only produced a single heir each time. Their bloodline was hanging by a thread. The patriarch of the family, Albert Schuyler, went everywhere looking for solutions. Doctors, fortune tellers, shamans, anyone who could give him hope. In the end, every prediction pointed to me. After I married Jack Schuyler, my first pregnancy was twins. The entire Schuyler family exploded with joy. Albert donated to every church and fortune teller alike, kneeling in gratitude. Before the babies were even weaned, the Schuyler family business began to thrive. Everyone said that it was the blessing of having noble heirs. Wedding gifts, properties, and company shares. The Schuyler family spared nothing. They treated me like a queen, terrified that I might suffer even the slightest. Until the day I gave birth to my third child. Jack Schuyler's true love, Bianca Chance, barged into the delivery room, screaming at me, "You shameless tramp! You're nothing but a breeding sow! One baby after the other! Are you trying to trap Jack with your womb? You disgusting woman! Jack had said that everything you give birth to will just be burdens sooner or later!" I pressed a hand on my wound and looked at her. Burden? Fine. I would take these so-called burdens with me. As for the Schuyler family's precious bloodline, they had to figure out how to continue it on their own.

My sister and I slept for a thousand years. Tonight, we would Awaken. We would become true High-Bloods. Our Sire, Countess Lylandra, brought us two men. We had to choose a Blood Thrall. A cold, celibate priest. A young, harmless noble prince. In my past life, Lilith grabbed the prince by the neck and vanished into the shadows. She left me with the cold-hearted priest. The prince's blood was sweet, his soul pure. He was supposed to be the perfect sacrifice for the Awakening ritual. Lilith should have become a High-Blood without any trouble. But she fell for the prince's sweet words and gentle lies. She poured her ancient power into him. She forged a false blood bond to help him seize the throne. On his coronation day, he plunged a dagger dipped in blessed silver into her heart. With his own hands, he carved out her new Blood Core. He offered it to his werewolf allies. Lilith nearly turned to dust. And me? The priest helped me purify my blood. I broke the vampire curse. I no longer feared the sun or blessed silver. I became the legendary Daywalker Queen. Jealousy drove her mad. She used her last drop of power to unleash a kin-curse. It killed us both. Then I opened my eyes. I was back. Back to the night we chose our Blood Thralls. This time, Lilith chose differently. She wrapped herself around the priest, a vision of seduction. Her blood-red wings spread, ready to carry him away. My fangs slid from my gums. A choice? Why should I have to choose? The priest and the prince... Both are mine for the taking.

Myst Phandora Fayrel, an orphan girl living a common life in the outer skirt of the least known but strongly built, the farthest kingdom in the whole Phirellium Realm (Phantasm World), a world where various people do possesses extraordinary powers that can make impossible things happen. She was alone in life, ever since her most beloved person had died because of an accident. She was forced to learn to be independent at the young age of six to survive because she doesn't have anybody other than her cherished person to seek help and care. Fortunately, she was taught to prevail in hardships and face everything in a positive light and so she survives throughout the passing years. And along those times she gains something precious to her, an ardent friendship. Then she got involved in a very serious situation that she, for the first time in her years of existence, hesitated. She was tag along to a new series of events that will change her life forever cause of her friendship. She never knew any of those royal and noble matters at first and never intended to learn anything about them entirely, but it all changes as she finds things related to her past. After that, coincidence keeps on occurring, some new people arrived that is bound to change her life, and things she ignored in the past and didn't give any thoughts about came tumbling down to her as a significant key to the truth that everyone was succumbing to find out after so many years. Will she meet new friends? Or make new foes? Will she learn to love along the way? Will all her doubts and questions be answered? Adequately, nobody knows what will happen yet.

As I was about to leave The Crimson Curtain, my brother Corvus's elite vampire club, a woman who claimed to be the manager stopped me. "Ma'am, you just helped yourself to a priceless vial of Elder's Blood. You have to pay." I looked at the unfamiliar face, sensing the weak blood of a lesser vampire. She must be a fledgling, I thought, new to the club and unaware of who I was. "Your boss approved it," I said flatly. "Take it up with him." But the woman just sneered at me. "Plenty of women try to get close to our boss. If every one of you took what you wanted, how would we stay in business?" She shoved a copy of the club rules at me. Anyone who takes Elder's Blood without permission pays with three times the amount in heart's blood. Or they don't leave. Vampire guards started to close in, some even drawing silver blades, ready to take me down. I laughed, a cold, sharp sound. I couldn't believe Corvus's club had such an insane rule. "I am the Lord of House Volkov. Corvus's own sister. If he needs compensation, he can come to me himself." But her mockery only sharpened. "You look like some low-born stray. Claiming ties to a noble house? Pathetic. Hand over the heart's blood. Now." My patience snapped. I sent a message to the family elders through our bloodline. "Tell Corvus to either make this woman disappear forever, or I'm taking back ownership of this club. All of it."