Novel & Cerita Dungeon Dreamer

[Book 1 and 2 in Mage's Mate series] A 1000 years ago treason was committed, a luna queen had sacrificed herself for her Kind and an Alpha King had vowed to seek revenge. Now, centuries later, Erica Morris who supposedly thought she was just an ordinary 18-year- human girl discovers life-threatening and overwhelming secrets. A clan once revered now hunted, a man craving to conquer the world and a girl's life entangled in this chaos. [Book 3: The Last Dragon's Mage]

Sarah was the only vampire in the Stormveil Pack and the one every werewolf despised, because ten years ago the Luna who had adopted her was brutally murdered by vampires in the forest.Andrew, the Alpha’s son, placed all the blame on Sarah, making her the person he hated most. The only reason Andrew kept her around was because her blood was the only cure for Madison. But at the Mate Ball, he made a shocking discovery the mate he had long awaited turned out to be Sarah. All Sarah ever wanted was to escape, yet she died in the dungeon, consumed by hatred. If given a second chance, she vowed to make those who hurt her pay. When she opened her eyes again, she realized she had been reborn.

He was a caged dragon burning with a fire for pleasure. She was sent to tame him— but she played his fire like a song. Elaina walked into the dungeon with a harp, a plan, and no intention of surrender. Drake expected another temptress. What he got was a challenge wrapped in silk and steel. "Touch me again like that," he growled, "and I won't stop until you're mine—in every form." What happens when a dragon and a human join forces—not just to conquer their enemies, but to survive the storm between and within them? Warning: This tale is not for the faint of heart. It’s raw, it’s explicit, and it’s dripping with heat. Are you over eighteen? Are you ready to step into the fire an

Damon Blackwood nearly died for me once. So when he asked me to wait while another woman carried his child, I did. I told myself it was not betrayal. It was duty. I told myself a man who had given up everything for me could not possibly be choosing someone else. For me, Damon gave up his claim to the Alpha title. He endured ninety-nine lashes from the Pack elders, then knelt for three days in the ancestral shrine with his back torn open and his shirt soaked through with blood. When they finally carried him out, he could barely breathe. So when his father said the Bloodmoon Pack needed a pureblood heir before they would allow us to be together, I tried to believe him. Damon told me Vict

"I'll haunt your every step, Lia.” His whispers send shivers down her spine. He would stop at nothing to claim her. ~ No one cares about her, not even her father who pushed her into the devil's den with a smile on his face because he wanted an alliance. The Devil; She drugged him to get his signature on a divorce paper, and now they are done. Ophelia Laurent thought it was over, not until…he had her back in his dungeon, but this time not behind bars, but in front of him, on her knees in chains that drove her to dark pleasures. The devil would do all it takes to show her that he loves her, and wants to protect her, but not in a gentlemanly way. “I would own you without buying

For five years, Elowen was the backbone of the Iron-Claw Pack. As a contract Luna, she bled for a pack that wasn't hers and loved an Alpha, Caspian, who treated her like a placeholder. When Caspian’s first love, Sienna, returns pregnant and grieving, Elowen is cast into a dungeon for a crime she didn’t commit. Escaping to the legends of her past, Elowen discovers she is the lost princess of the Tri-Alpha Alliance. To claim her crown and her dormant "Celestial" power, she must visit a Dark Healer who demands a heavy toll: the total erasure of her love for Caspian. But when Caspian tracks her down to the Mystic Forest, begging for a cure for Sienna’s "mysterious" illness, Elowen must decide

Alpha female Zela's birthday unveils a hidden destiny, rooted in her rare and powerful Hollraux bloodline, one that could ignite a war between supernatural species. Claimed by the Lycan Crown Prince as his fated mate — a union her Alpha father and the Lycan King orchestrated —she escapes, desperate to avoid a fate she detests. Instead, she falls prey to a manipulative Alpha who unveils a legendary prophecy: their combined ancient bloodlines can birth a race of rulers, surpassing even the elite Lycans. He offers her a twisted bargain: become his beloved chosen mate and or be reduced to a breeder in his dungeon, forced to bear powerful pups to fulfill his ambitions. The quest to rescue Zela b

It was my third day working as an NPC cashier in a horror game when the supermarket got completely wrecked by players. They stormed in, smashing shelves, looting everything, setting fires, feeling real proud of themselves. "Told you the shopkeeper here was useless. Absolutely trash in all combat stats," one said. "Grab whatever you want. Once we're done, we'll just kill the owner," another chimed in. My mouth was gagged. I shook my head in terror. One of the players sneered. "Begging? That won't save you." No! That was not what I was trying to say! I was trying to tell them that today was the NPC internal shopping day. Three minutes from now, every single dungeon boss in the entire g

I watched helplessly as my husband chose his pregnant mistress over me, then without thinking twice, he threw me in a dungeon for a crime I know nothing about. It occurred to me that I was just a perfect pawn. At the time he married me, he needed a Luna to ascend the throne, and I was just convenient. But right now that I’ve finally moved out and long gone… his crown was slipping. To regain his power, he comes crawling back, begging for forgiveness, because his new heir from his mistress is dead, and as it stands, I’m the only one who can bring back power to his hands. But unfortunately for him, I’m not the same woman he discarded years back. I don't belong to him anymore, I'm the Quee

Matthias never expected to be chained to a chair in a filthy dungeon after a night of celebrating a friend's engagement, with the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen threatening to hurt. He certainly never expected to kiss him, touch him, and crave the captor who could end his life. ​Dante De Santis' mission was to find the man responsible for stealing money from the family. He didn't expect to catch the wrong man, a hot billionaire CEO with more muscles than he liked to admit. Matthias pushed Dante's buttons, got under his skin, and made him feel things that were dead to him. He wasn't gay, so why couldn't he stop wanting Matthias' touch, needing his hands all over him, and craving his mere