Beautiful Fantasy Siren

Long time ago, a war broke out, a prophecy has been told, an heir with a strong power that can end the whole world was born. During the war the queen decided to send the princess to the mortal world for her safety. After the war, the kingdom was destroyed, many immortals were killed. No one survived in the royal family they all died during the war, only one is left the princess Aliyah Savannah is the only one can save her people from the enemy who ruined their peace and happiness. Will Aliyah accept her fate or will she return to the life grew up with her adopted parents? Let's find out what will happen.

Ferngrove must pay for their crimes of stealing an ancient jewel from a Fae High Lord, Valen, and harnessing the power within it. So every century, a daughter of the chief must be taken to Lyria, the realm of the High lord and there she will spend her remaining life paying for her ancestors crimes. After another century, Valen descends on the village once more, taking the beautiful daughter of the chief of Ferngrove, Maerwynn. And he imprisons her in his Court subjecting her to a cruel fate. As the days pass, Valen finds himself inexplicably drawn to Maerwynn, her unwavering strength and beauty stirring something long dormant within his dark heart and when Maerwynn, finds out she's more than a mere human and her destiny is tied to Valen, she gathers enemies like bees to honey. Determined to protect her from the dangers lurking within his own realm and beyond, Valen finds himself making sacrifices he never thought possible, defying the very nature of his being but nothing can stop the war coming. But nothing can stop the war coming, for it will consume completely. ************************* He fixes me with a steely gaze, his voice taking on a darker edge. "You have no business with my Court or any other Court in Lyria, to be precise. You're here to atone for the sins of your ancestors, and you will do so while knowing your place," he declares, his words cutting through the air like a knife. I swallow hard, feeling a heavy weight settle in my chest at his harsh tone and the gravity of his words. "And what is my place?" I inquire, my voice barely above a whisper. His gaze hardens, and his words send a chill down my spine. "My prisoner."

History repeats itself in many ways. Maybe for the family, the love, or even for yourself. Would you be willing to go back to the past to be able to change the history? Sacrifice yourself and change the fate of those who are in the present and in the future. Like Lia, living in a modern world, who is very contented in her life despite being adopted and having a risky relationship in the meantime that can end her in many ways. And that is why, some things, some pasts are better kept hidden and not known. Would she go back to where history started and change it for the better? Then Lia stays in the past, stuck on her own fate. Will it be the further destruction, or the salvation of her history?

She walked in and stopped immediately she saw her reflection on the mirror and casted a deep smile within herself. A smile of self satisfaction. A lot has happened within this past few years, when she was sold as a bait of sex toy to a ruthless Alpha of all Alpha's, Ricky! How she managed to melt the heart of the cold hearted alpha and gave him love instead and a son as a blessing but that's the tip of the ice berg. On the day, Alpha Ricky was supposed to mark her as his lawfully mated Luna. He flee and rejected her mercilessly. Now, she's turn to her revenge, she's no longer the weak girl anymore, she's now the Luna of Zion pack, she has grown into a powerful lady that has men crawl to her feet. Her name is Laura Nikita! Author's note: Dear Readers, this is not a regular Lovey dovey romance as usual from me, this is about vengeance, abused and forced sex. Avoid it at all cost,if you're weak hearted. I warned you after all...

A young lady awakens to find herself in a luxurious mansion, but is at the mercy of its insane master. Can she discover the truth of what happened and escape? Or will she be another body count?

She woke up in a dark room with no idea how she got there. She doesn't remember who she is. Will she ever find out? Will she ever know what happened to her? Will the love that she finds be at the time that she is destined to be? Will she choose security, power, or neither? Or will time choose for her?

Trigger warning: Matured content. Dark romance! ***** ~Jasper Morgan~ I hate him because he hates me. He's my first love, my bully. Yet, when his hatred turns into a burning obsession, I crave it, unable to live without it. Rhys' loathing has become my addiction, driving me to corrupt him, to claim him as my own. But what if he's just a beautiful nightmare? I can't let him go. ~Rhys Volkov~ I've never been drawn to men, never entertained the thought. Jasper Morgan was just a pawn in my vendetta against his father, who destroyed my life. I wanted to break him, shatter his perfection. But Jasper's twisted hate awakened something within me. I craved his scorn, his resentment. I wanted more than just revenge; I wanted him. His body, mind, and soul. He crossed the line. Now, nothing will stop me from possessing him. ******

At what point is a dream no longer a dream, but a reality? Dreams begins with the magickal, recurring dream of Abby as she is immersed into a world of magick and fantasy.

Memories would flow back. Spells would be casted. The dead would be resurrected. A war would ensue. And a change in the atmosphere... the wicked ones became good and the good ones became wicked. The Chosen Twelve were destined to protect the mages of Ataraxia from formidable black creatures, in accordance to the prophecy of the Phoenix Empress. They were the Celestial Zodiacs, the most powerful twelve beings. They were the keepers of peace and order. The chosen ones who will soon retrieve Ataraxia from its ashes.

On the day my husband married my younger sister, I once again heard the divine message from the Astral Sanctuary: if I sever all ties to the mortal world within three days, I can reclaim the astral power I relinquished and return to the Astral Sanctuary. On the first day, I publicly cut my hair to symbolize the severing of love and signed the separation letter, ending my three-year marriage to the man I once loved. Holding my sister in his arms, he looked at me with disdain. His words dripped with mockery as he called me petty and jealous, claiming that sparing me the title of an equal wife had been his greatest act of kindness. On the second day, I drove a blade into myself six times, severing my bond with my cherished elder brother. He stood by, cold and unfeeling, sneering that I was nothing more than a desperate fool, resorting to theatrics to compete for his affection—a devotion he reserved entirely for my sister. On the third day, I clenched my teeth and carved through my own flesh and bone, severing my connection to the parents who had given me life. Enraged, they called me ungrateful and declared I was unworthy—not just of being their daughter, but even of being compared to my perfect sister. In the end, I succumbed to exhaustion and blood loss. My spirit ascended to the Astral Sanctuary, where I reclaimed my true identity as an Astral Maiden. When my family discovered my lifeless body left behind in the mortal realm, they all descended into madness.