God Slayers Seal

The Devil You Called Grimace. Hunger. Love like a curse. They say some doors open only once. She opened hers with three red candles, a drop of blood, and a whisper. Lonely nights, overdue rent, and a heart too heavy to carry — that’s all it took to call him through. Malik. The man made of smoke, shadow, and everything her prayers forgot to protect her from. He came smiling, with promises sweet as sin — protection, money, revenge. Every favor he gave her tasted like salvation until she realized he was feeding on her, one piece at a time. A memory here. A dream there. Her laughter swallowed whole. Now he’s the warmth in her sheets and the whisper in her nightmares. The devil she named, the lover she can’t unmake. Because Malik wasn’t summoned. He was chosen. And love — the kind that burns red under candlelight — always demands a body to keep it alive.

Maya Romero was finding her own way with her best friend and her boyfriend, but one day all that disappeared when Maya discovered that her best friend and her boyfriend were secret lovers. Lost in her grief, she unwittingly walked into a room where a Greek god was impatiently waiting for a woman to enjoy a night full of sex. But Maya never imagined that she would never leave the room she entered by mistake and that her life would take a huge turn when she discovered that the Greek god to whom she had given her virginity was closer to her than she thought and that he was not who he appeared to be.

“You loved a lie. Now love the one who created it” Ophelia Veline thought life couldn't get any worse after falling from grace to grass and being murdered by her older sister and fiancé. Bruised emotionally and broken physically, she’s left for dead. Left in a pool of her cold blood. Her pathetic life saga was meant to end here, she saw the light just ahead and it was reaching out for her soul until he snatched it instead. The unlikely god with an otherworldly aura. “I can grant you a second chance. Only if you agree to play my games” “Please…” she begged. The next time she’s awake, it's not in her former life that used to be all sugar and icing. She’s trapped in a hellish world of survival and madness. Once a decadent princess, now a pawn in a god's twisted playground. Ophelia will have to adapt or die trying because death doesn't wait. And the god who brought her into this hell hole couldn't care less about her or maybe…he does. But one thing is certain…she has to SURVIVE!

Following the death and the destruction of Olympus,the ghost of Sparta returns to tatarus awaiting to destroy prophesied child of the messenger god:who might return Olympus to its fomer glory.....

When her kingdom is suddenly taken over by a ruthless and vengeful witch, Princess Elaine is faced with no other option but to seek the aid of the unlikely god known as King of the Underworld, Aidoneus.

Their love was forbidden, but Vincent and Isla defied the odds, vowing to marry in secret to seal a bond no one could break. Yet on the eve of their wedding, betrayal struck. Vincent’s mother used her wealth to bribe Isla’s father, tearing her away from the man she loved. Years later, destiny brought them face-to-face once more. But the man who once adored her now bore nothing but coldness and anger. Despite the bitterness in his heart, Vincent issued an ultimatum: Isla must marry him—or risk losing the most precious part of her life, their son, Matthew. Can love survive where betrayal has sown its seeds? Or will desire reignite a passion too intense to deny?

Ulric Wolcott, known as miniature wolf by his friends and family, has no boundary between man and wolf. His Native American heritage from his mother gave him access to his spirit guide, the Spirit of the Wolf itself. The Spirit of the Wolf blended easily with the wolf nature he received from his werewolf father. The first werewolf he met outside his family set his feet on the path to a new name that would define his future. An encounter with a young girl who would become pivotal in his life would seal it. miniature wolf's spirit guide is leading him to become not only the ruling Alpha of Spirit Wolf's worldly pack but King to all werewolves!

It was our sixth wedding anniversary. Lord Tom didn't pledge his vows to me, but instead gave me his family's crest—a dim, unstable mark, the mark of a blood slave. That very night, while solemn hymns echoed through the hall, he performed a blood oath ceremony with his pure-blood first love, Lady Mia. I refused the mark. He let out a cold, humorless laugh. "Love is a luxury only immortals can afford, Rowling," he said. "My union with Mia is a political necessity—to maintain the purity of the bloodline." His gaze turned icy. "You are a mortal. You should be content with my protection. Few receive such a blessing." I didn't speak.I left before dawn. Six years later, we met again at a banquet hosted by the Vampire High Council. Tom walked in with Mia, her silk dress shimmering silver in the moonlight. Under his rule, his family was about to gain a seat in the Senate. His gaze found me. I stood in the hotel's decorative fountain, the water up to my ankles, soaking wet, sand clinging to my dress. A familiar look of contempt flickered across his face. "Rowling," he said coldly. "You refused my protection, mocked my generosity. Now you're rummaging through a public fountain like a beggar." The corners of his mouth curled slightly. "Do you really think any vampire would take in a mortal without a protector?" I didn't look up. I was searching for my son's tourmaline that had fallen into the water. But to my son, it was a seal—an ancient restraint, suppressing a power that shouldn't awaken so early. I could already feel it weakening. If the seal cannot be repaired in time, the power erupting within him will destroy the entire building.

Being known as a demoness, the angel of death's best friend, and many other cursed titles for the heiress of a gangster group seems like commonplace. But no one knows that Maia has one small, ridiculous ambition. She wants to have a simple life with her beloved husband and children if God gives her a second life. Maia assumes God is bored with granting her final wish before dying in a clan war. She wakes up in the body of another woman, a popular celebrity who died regretfully after getting married. Can Maia, the cursed woman, succeed in playing her role as a good wife and mother in place of the celebrity?

Artemis White. A 16-year-old beauty with too many secrets. In her daily life, she goes by the name of Arte Jones so that she can keep those secrets buried. She seems normal, happy, bubbly and head over heels for her boyfriend Cole Bianchi. What happens when everything isn't what it seems? What happens when she tries to grit her teeth and bear it? Will this secret diamond become damaged and flawed from the constant incoming impacts? Or will the pressure mould her into something new? Something...Better.