Flame Chasers Honkai

Their love was a flame that will set the world on fire! __ Werewolves were never meant to fall in love with vampires, when the moon goddess brings together two sworn enemies from different races as mates, what will become of a love born out of hate? As a wolfless wolf, Seraphina has been maltreated by her adoptive parents and shunned by her pack. However, she catches the attention of an exiled royal vampire, whose family wants hers dead. Eros Morningstar has always been different, born of a curse as a hybrid and a threat to all races. Fate plays a risky game by bringing his beloved, whose life is entwined with his by a prophecy that foretells of both lovers killing each other. Will Seraphina overlook the fate that has been set for them and fall in love with Eros? With a promise to avenge the deaths of his mother and sister, what will Eros do when he learns the truth about Seraphina’s identity and her real parents? In a world where love and hate collide, will love conquer all? __ Excerpt; “Do..do i know you?” Seraphina stuttered, wondering why she couldn't keep her words straight, looking at the night creature that stumbled over her short height. He looked magnificent under the moonlight, so captivating that it was difficult to look away and also to remember that he could kill her in a blink of an eye. Eros smirked, looking at his beloved act like he was a nobody to her.He started to approach her slowly, which made Seraphina back away instantly and that made him angry. “S.. stop. Stay away from me.” She breathed out. Yet, this vampire won't stop chasing after her. Why? Who is he?

He was a man shrouded in power and sin. She was a woman driven by ambition and scars. Sienna Russo has spent her entire life fighting for control — of her past, her career, and most of all, her heart. Haunted by a childhood trauma that pushed her into law school, she’s built walls so high that no man has ever dared to climb them. Her focus is clear: become the ruthless lawyer the world respects and never let anyone close enough to hurt her again. But all it takes is one night, one dance, and one man to unravel the carefully crafted life she’s built. Alessandro De Luca — billionaire, mafia king, and a man as dangerous as he is captivating. With his dark charm and an aura of untouchable power, he ignites something in Sienna she never knew existed — a desire so twisted, it scares her more than her own demons. When Sienna’s path collides with Alessandro’s once more, she’s forced into a game of control and submission. The tension crackles between them like a flame waiting to devour everything in its wake. But Alessandro doesn’t just want a taste — he wants all of her. Mind, body, and soul. As secrets unravel and their attraction spirals into a dangerous obsession, Sienna must face the hardest truth of all — some desires aren’t meant to be tamed. And Alessandro De Luca? He’s a man who doesn’t ask twice. In a world where passion is a weapon and power is a curse, will Sienna escape the grip of the man who threatens to consume her… or will she surrender to the twisted desires that bind them both ?

Perfection was the curse. I was born into wealth, beauty, influence, and a family empire that stretched across continents. People envied my life, not knowing it was nothing more than a gilded prison. The only thing that ever felt real was ballet, the passion my parents forbade because it brought them no power, no profit, no leverage. My parents; greedy, ambitious, unfillable, hid their cruelty beneath luxury. And on my eighteenth birthday, they revealed the ultimate betrayal. I was engaged to a powerful man twice. . . no, three times my age. A man feared across Europe. A man whose hands were stained with secrets the world pretended not to see. They sold me to strengthen an alliance. So I ran. Barefoot, shaking, heartbroken. I stole one of our visitor's chopper and fled to Sicily, thinking distance could save me. I thought I escaped the monsters who owned my life. But I only ran into a darker one. Because Sicily is his territory; Aldrick Moretti, the shadow king of the Italian underworld. Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the most devastating way. The man people whisper about as if speaking his name is a sin. A man with eyes that see through lies. . . including mine. And the moment he found me trespassing on his land, bleeding, terrified, and wearing the remnants of a runaway bride. . . He didn’t return me. He didn’t free me. He claimed me. Not as a business deal. Not as an alliance. But as something far more dangerous. He became my captor, my protector, my obsession, and the forbidden flame I should never have touched. Because in his world, love is not tender. It’s a weapon. And I am the sacrifice wrapped in a veil he refuses to let go.

His face said it all—the lone scar running down his cheek, a jagged reminder of a past shrouded in blood and violence. His cold, calculating eyes never left me, watching from the window across the street, tracking my every movement like I was nothing more than prey. He was bad news, the kind of danger that should have sent me running. But there was something about him, something dark, that pulled me in—like a moth drawn to a flame. Faith had no idea what she was getting herself into when she first crossed his path. The warnings were clear, the whispers of a bloodthirsty secret that was supposed to be a myth—until she met him. Now, as she feels the grip of his obsession tighten around her, she can’t escape. He’s not just watching her; he’s consumed by her. She could feel it in the way his eyes lingered, in the way he hovered just out of reach, his presence haunting her every step. She should have run when she had the chance. But now, trapped in his world, there’s no escape. Faith is the light in his suffocating darkness, the one thing that keeps him tethered to the edge of humanity. But the question remains—can he control the monster inside him long enough to keep her safe, or will his hunger consume them both? The flame burns brighter. The danger grows closer. And as the nights grow colder, Faith’s only hope is that he can keep his darkest urges in check. Because if he can’t… she will become the next victim of his insatiable thirst.

Deprived of his father's love and cursed by a blind witch, Zebulun has had his fair share of hardship and spite in life. Despite being the only heir to his father's throne, he happened to be his father's worst nightmare and the pack’s laughingstock. For who would desire a son that can't see nor speak? Moreso a King! A total disgrace to the royal bloodline and to himself at that. He realized that he wanted to be different, a different kind of King, irrespective of his disability. Just then he met his betrothed’s slave, a girl whose eyes burn with fiery fire and has a skin like silk. Then like a moth attracted to a flame he was lured towards her, but he tried to quench his feral attraction towards her even though he could hardly keep his hands to himself. Slaved and bought by different masters until she got to the last cruel one, Lucinda has seen and heard enough to last a lifetime or two. Hearing the sweet tales of having a mate, she has always looked forward to meeting hers even though she does not have a wolf, never had and it never bothered her. What happens when she meets the blind and mute prince and realizes that he was her mate, what worse? He happened to be her cruel mistress’ betrothed? Will she fight for their bond or run away like she has been running from the origin of her nightmares or will Zebulun fight through the everlasting darkness he has been innocently plunged into and break the curse? Will they both be able to keep their bond a secret or give in to their fated needs? Read to find out…

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables. The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me. I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter. Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie. Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right in the middle of the fire and the blood. This time, I shoved my mother behind me, dragging her toward the panic room. And the bastards who were too blind to believe me? They’ll regret it.

"Let me go, I'm... I'm your brother's fiancée." I huffed trying to push him away but he trapped my hands above my head and leaned in so close till his lips were close to my ears, "You might belong to my brother now," his voice was a venomous whisper, his breath hot against my skin, "but you were mine first, Kitty." He whispered and licked my ear so gently that goosebumps covered my body. "You're stupid! Do you have a death wish? If your brother finds out, he will kill you!" I shout-whispered but he only chuckled, bit my ear lobe before staring at me deep in the eyes and asked, "Are you gonna tell him, Kitty?” √√√√√√√√ Lily's life takes a wild turn when she becomes involved with the mafia twin brothers Draco and Larry. Larry, her former university tormentor, reappears just as she is forced into an arranged marriage with Draco, the heir to the Dark Raven mafia. As the tension rises, the brothers' desires for Lily intensify, resulting in a dangerous dance of attraction and room for betrayal. Bullied and wanted by Larry, Lily now faces Draco's relentless advances, both in the bedroom and over the mafia empire. Meanwhile, Larry's protective instincts surface, drawing him closer to the woman he once tormented. The lines blur between tormentor and protector, as forbidden desires simmer beneath the surface, threatening to ignite a flammable flame in the mafia family. Caught between love and power, Lily is torn between Draco's fiery passion and Larry's mystifying calm devotion. Loyalty hangs by a thread, and Lily must decide which brother holds the key to her heart—or risk becoming a pawn in their dangerous game.

When Astrid is kidnapped and shipped off as a gift for a king’s coronation, she becomes resentful of her life and resigns herself to death at his hands. Spared by her new captor, she must find a way to navigate the turmoil of harem life. Pitted against the other girls of the harem, and the king's favorite, she must survive attempts on her life, societal upheaval, and, most dangerous of all, a budding romance. Is she just making the good of a bad situation? Or is love truly blooming with her tyrannical owner? "Do you know who you're talking to?" He asks both angry and amused, with a dangerous flame in his golden eyes. "Loras." "Loras is a king, Astrid. A king doesn't give explanations in front of anyone. And if you don't learn that, this palace will kill you." He doesn't sound like he's scolding her, nor does he sound arrogant. He tells it as it is. And Astrid was aware of that. But still, it's not something that her heart could just accept. She didn't realize she was crying until his hand dries her tears. And before realizing it, he pulls her closer. "N..." She tries to oppose it, but it's too late. His lips are pressed on hers and all breath leaves her chest. His lips are soft and full, embracing her mouth entirely. "Open your mouth!" He whispers an order and she can only obey. Her knees are melting so she grabs his neck. He puts his arms around her and lifts her up, pressing her body into the wall, trapping her. And then, suddenly, just when she was starting to get used to the maddening sensation of his touch, he steps back. "Don't you want to finish the conversation about Lysa?" He asks.

I never chose to enter the Arena— the place that swallows humans and supernaturals from every era and throws them into a death game with only one rule: survive. One moment I was walking down a normal street. The next, I woke up in a prehistoric jungle with the ground trembling under massive, thundering footsteps. That’s where I met him—Kael. An Alpha Werewolf with lethal instincts, a body built for violence, and eyes that could pin me in place more easily than his claws ever could. He had zero interest in saving anyone. Especially me. To him, I was a burden. To me, he was a threat. And he definitely wasn’t planning to keep me alive. “You’re not human, Maddie.” His breath ghosted my ear, hot and shivering down my spine. “And whatever you are… you shouldn’t exist in this world.” But the Arena made its choice before either of us could: Every round in this cursed place keeps forcing us together—fighting back-to-back, bleeding for each other, breathing in sync. Yet every time danger closes in, I end up pressed against his chest, his breath warm against my ear as he growls instructions I shouldn’t find intoxicating. “Stay with me, Maddie. You won’t survive a single night without me.” Maybe he’s right. Maybe I don’t want to survive without him. But the truth inside me—what I am, what I carry— …might be the very thing that gets him killed. And when Kael finally corners me in the dark, his voice a low, wicked whisper at my neck, I realize the Arena isn’t the deadliest thing here. He is. “Tell me what you are, little flame… before I’m forced to claim you.”

Sarah Reynolds, a gifted artist, opens her new gallery exhibition amid the sun-drenched streets of Spain, where passion burns like a summer storm. Her breathtaking beauty attracts attention from all directions, but she is fully captured by the mysterious Damian Thorne, who is twice her age and has a captivating presence and heavenly charm. What starts out as a single drink turns into a memorable one-night affair that leaves both parties speechless and wanting more. Sarah is unaware that Eleanor, her mother, is covertly seeing Damian. After the hectic affair, Sarah returns to the Philippines and attempts to get rid of the heat from that evening. Two weeks later, her lively mother, Eleanor, talks nonstop about her new lover's imposing charm and alluring allure, creating an impression that is unintentionally false. Three weeks after their meeting, Eleanor proudly introduces Damian as her lover, and the truth falls apart. Sarah is shocked, but they both pretend to be calm, hiding the electric tension with courteous grins, even though Damian's ravenous glance shows how desperate he is to get her back. Sarah struggles between loyalty and desire since she doesn't want to break her mother's heart. However, destiny weaves its complex web: Eleanor and Damian become family when they get married in an expensive ceremony a month later. The forbidden flame rekindles behind the façade of domestic contentment. Sarah and Damian give in to moments of intense love that have been taken—secret affairs in dark places where guilt feeds the flames and every touch puts everything at risk. Sarah must manage the seductive attraction of the older man who now shares her mother's bed in this web of secrets, love, lust, and lies while protecting an affair that might destroy their entire world.