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The adventure story of the apprentice wizard Eden Noldorasga and his friends of different magical races in the city of Asgaphra. One of his friends - werewolf hybrid Garuda - was accused of being the culprit behind a horrible plot to usurp the city and enslave the common people. He and the rest of the group must find a way to prove Garuda's innocent, stop the plot, and find out the real mastermind of these things.

A week before our marking ceremony, I told Ethan Stormwind I wanted to break up at his friend's party. Everyone laughed. They all knew that for the past six years, my life's goal had been to become his marked Luna. With only a week left until the ceremony, how could I possibly want to break up? Even Ethan thought I was being unreasonable. "Just because I need to take Selene to the healer for her follow-up on our ceremony day, you're throwing a tantrum about breaking up?" "We're both adults. Can you act more mature? You could just reschedule the ceremony. Why do you insist on that specific day? I don't have time for your jealous games." I nodded silently. Yes, something needed to be changed. But it wasn't the ceremony date. It was him. I was going to accept someone else's mark instead.

After being accused of killing her father, Azura Riverstone runs away from her pack when her mate and husband orders his Gammas to hold her as the captive. Torn between hurt and betrayal from her mate and step-family, she decides to seek the Alpha King for help but the only way to get to him is participating in the Alpha combat where only Alphas are allowed. How will she find the true murderer of her father when her ex finds her and offers a deal which she can't deny?

A mountain, once a towering monument to man's ambition, now sobbed rust and decay. Its skeletal skyscrapers clawed at a sky choked with ash, an endless darkness that reflected the desolation below. Here, where survival was a brutal equation of scavenged scraps and desperate violence, whispers clung to the crumbling ruins like the ever-present dust. Whispers of a legend, a shadow lurking in the deepest, forgotten heart of the mountain: a monster. They called him the Blood King, a name hissed with fear and reverence. Not just another vampire, but a predator whose power had once threatened to consume all of man-kind. He is said to be so great that no one was a match to his strength, his wrath so terrible, that the ancients themselves, the very inventors of their shadowed presence, had deemed him too dangerous to roam free. They imprisoned him, not in chains of iron, but in a cage of blood. A cage that could only be unlocked by the one whose essence was his destined key, his chosen one. A cruel contradiction, a punishment designed to bind him for eternity. Unknown to them all that the blood king’s chosen one was a human adventurer, who lived for the thrill and would do anything for a fearful adventure.

Escaping reality would be a good choice but not a better decision. Why would you even try to, if the Alpha's blood is linked to you? She's Azmariah Denise Cole. A woman trying to find exits that'll lead her to her freedom, but, is it really freedom that she's chasing or another catastrophe that is soon to happen? Sometimes, what you're running to is not always a safe place, that's what Aze need to know from the first place. She think that she's unlucky enough to be mated to an alpha which is every woman's dream. But you know what the truth is? Do you know who she really is? No one knows what or who she is, she's an unknown creature in their village, an extraña, that's kinda weird because people didn't expect for their alpha to be mated in a stranger. There are many secrets, secrets that should not be unveiled or else, everyone will be affected by it. Wanna know what that secret is? Well, that's what you need to find out.

Rosana, a half-breed werewolf of both human and wolf lineage, had her awakening late, but that turned her world upside down. She discovered that she was fated to be Alpha Max's mate. Alpha Max had chosen a mate from the powerful Carnell family to solidify his status as alpha, leading him to reject Rosana, to please his Luna. Despite this, he couldn't deny his desire for her. When Luna Anna discovered Alpha Max could not keep his eyes off Rosanna, she cruelly cast Rosana out of the pack and sent her bodyguard to eliminate her. Fleeing for her life, Rosana found herself crossing paths with Alpha Nolan — the cursed Alpha banished from Blue Blood Pack. Tales of Alpha Nolan were whispered with fear among the young wolves, as he was the cursed alpha rumored to have committed the unthinkable causing him to be banished from his pack. What fate awaits Rosana as she crosses paths with the cursed Alpha? Will Rosana seek revenge for the injustice done to her by Alpha Max and Luna Anna? Will Alpha Nolan be able to break free from the curse that plagues his life? What secret is Alpha Max hiding that he needs the protection of the Carnell Family?

After my wife, Simone Inman, gets into a car accident, I examine her as her doctor and discover that she has a malignant brain tumor. Afraid that she will be devastated, I plan to tell her later. So, I hide the medical report in my bag. But when she happens to see it, she mistakenly thinks it is my diagnosis instead. One day, when I arrive at her office, I overhear her talking to her best friend, Mindy Fox. She says, "My husband has no talent, no looks, only money. And now, he even has a tumor in his brain… If Shawn hadn't gone abroad back then, I would never have married him. I'm so unlucky! But good thing I never agreed to have children with him. Once he dies, all his money will be mine." Later on, she claims she has amnesia after the car accident and cannot remember who I am. She even treats her male secretary, Shawn Erskine, as her husband and blatantly brings him into our home. I smile scathingly and say, "Let's get a divorce, Simone."

Forbidden to be together... Destined to never part... Sorceress Astasha only ever wanted a simple life. Now, she finds herself in the service of the King as his Royal Fire Witch, and in love with the heir to the throne, his son, Calder. But their love is forbidden, and when a demon threatens to destroy everything she holds dear, she must use the fire within to save her Prince and his kingdom. Fated to be entangled in a dangerous plot, will their light prevail, or will they fall into darkness?

The whole wolf pack knew I was Alpha Nick’s fated mate—chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. But the second I stepped into Brown Pack territory with my suitcase in hand— His mother, Mrs. Johnson, ordered the maids to spray me with wolfsbane. His cousin, Enna, "accidentally" put me in *his* bedroom. And his childhood sweetheart, Rina, slapped a ten-million-dollar check in my face, demanding I publicly renounce this "joke of a mating bond." Even Alpha Nick himself—the ruthless legend of the pack—spent the first night wrapped around me like a damn octopus, only to kick me out coldly the next morning: *"Get out. Don’t come back to my room again."* When I was framed for theft, forced to work overtime till midnight, or locked inside a pitch-black office mid-panic attack… My *"fiancé"* was too busy grinding on Rina at some high-society ball. Then the truth about me dropped— Brown Pack’s elders dropped to their knees, trembling. Rina ripped her knockoff Luara gown in rage. And Alpha Nick, eyes bloodshot, pinned me against the wall: *"Wendy… you played me."* I smirked, peeling his fingers off me. *"Sorry, Alpha. The three-month contract’s up."* *"Now… call me by my real title—heir of White Moon Pack."*

Everyone in the underworld knew Rosalie Thorne, the "Thorn Principessa" of the North. Wild, rebellious, notorious. Street racing, high-stakes gambling, guns, and drinking, she had mastered them all. The rose-and-thorn tattoo on the nape of her neck drove countless men wild. But what they didn't know was that for Rocco, the new mob boss of the South, a single sentence, "I prefer a more obedient woman," was all it took. At his word, I had the tattoo lasered off and swapped my leathers for long, conservative dresses. I am Rosalie. For five years, I hid my identity and played the porcelain doll Rocco wanted. Until the night he eliminated all his rivals and was crowned the new Don of the South. That was when he let his men bow to another woman, hailing her as their "Donna." I watched Rocco. The same hands that had just executed a traitor were now gently placing a pair of red high heels on the feet of his adoptive sister, Vivian. "Rosalie, she has a temper. She'll make a scene if she doesn't get the title." "You're the good one, the obedient one. Just let her have this." That day, I walked straight out into the rain and never looked back. I was never truly obedient. I just made myself smaller for him. My family had already chosen a husband for me. They had been waiting five years, just for me to say yes.