Harry Potter Symbol

Nach fünf Jahren Ehe mit Dante Moretti, dem Don des Chicago Outfit, wusste die gesamte Unterwelt, dass er mich mehr liebte als sein eigenes Leben. Er hatte sich eine Geige tätowieren lassen – für mich – direkt neben seinem Familienwappen. Ein Symbol der Treue, das niemals ausgelöscht werden konnte. Bis ich das Foto von seiner Geliebten bekam. Eine Barkeeperin, nackt in seinen Armen ausgestreckt, ihre Haut gezeichnet von den dunklen Spuren von hartem Sex. Sie hatte ihren Namen direkt neben der Geige gekritzelt, die er sich für mich hatte stechen lassen. Und mein Mann hatte es zugelassen. „Dante sagt, nur wenn er in mir ist, fühlt er sich noch wie ein Mann. Du kannst ihn doch gar nicht mehr erregen, oder, süße Alessia? Vielleicht ist es an der Zeit, beiseitezutreten.“ Ich antwortete nicht. Ich tätigte nur einen einzigen Anruf. „Ich brauche eine neue Identität. Und ein Flugticket – raus hier.“

He should have been satisfied. Lucas had dismantled the Montage Empire, reduced its legacy to ash. Arabella Montage had nothing left: no power, no family, no future. Just her name and a heartbeat he hadn’t yet taken. But when he saw her on that auction stage, trembling under harsh lights, something inside him shifted. She was being sold like livestock. A girl once untouchable, now displayed for the highest bidder. He was the architect of her ruin. And still... he bought her. She was the last remaining piece of the empire he had destroyed. And he needed to possess it. To possess her. To own the symbol of everything he had conquered. To fill the aching void that victory hadn't satisfied. She used to be a free bird. Until he clipped her wings. Now, he would remake her. Mold her. Give her purpose again, just so he could tear it all away. Break her. Destroy her, all over again. He didn’t want her dead. Anything was acceptable, as long as her heart kept beating. To her, he’s just another powerful man playing God. But one thing becomes terrifyingly clear: Lucas will keep her heart beating, just so he can be the one to crush it. Again and again

Your wish is my command... Lots of people think that with these words, their life would change. Though, they're not entirely wrong. Just be cautious, for when the wrong wishes are granted, there is only one path left for you to take: Doom. Olivia Lilan Wind; the crown princess of the Kingdom of Air. As the sole heir to one of the most powerful elements and being mated to the next Lycan king, she's got a lot on her back. But what if she were to go to another dimension. Learn to coexist with the beings that live in that world. What if, she were to learn to love someone without being bound to mateship? Which path will she choose? For her Kingdom? Or for herself?--- Everyone thinks that it's normal to waste their childhood years, training... If it's what everyone does then it's normal but in the other world... In that world training their whole childhood and teenage years is what they call... NORMAL? One must always remember the prophecy of the four great war heroes that had saved the world of magic from being an inevitable barren world... 'The child to be born on the rarest light, carrying the symbol of the moon. Mated with the long-lost child of darkness and wielding an immense amount of magic affinity same as that of a goddess. Shall save this world once again from the barren fate that is lurking in the unknown future.'

My name is Samantha Lane. I've forgotten to pay the taxes, and the company's accounts are now frozen. I'm not panicking, but my husband's foster sister, Zoey Quinn, is losing her mind. In my previous life, Zoey was the one who suggested using her summer bonus to take the entire company on a trip to Slarqia. What I didn't expect was that her supposed generosity would drain every cent from the company's account. As a result, the company's cash flow collapsed, and I was left buried under hundreds of millions in debt. When I went to her to ask for the money back, she leaned smugly against my husband's chest and said, "Samantha, I only spent a few tens of millions. How could that bankrupt the company? Don't be so dramatic!" My husband, Harry Jennings, glared at me with his face twisted in anger. "Samantha, the company's money is marital property. I agreed to let Zoey spend it. Back off, alright?" I wanted to report it to the police, but they abducted me and smuggled me out of the country. I ended up being tortured to death. When my coworkers heard the news, they actually cheered. They said I had it coming, like some heartless capitalist had finally gotten her karma. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Zoey is inviting everyone on a trip to Slarqia.

Divided by blood and moonlight, one secret can ignite a war—and one girl can tear a kingdom apart. Kaelen, heir to Alpha King Thorin, has been raised to destroy vampires, not love one. Lyra of the Nightfall Court was trained to see werewolves as beasts, not destiny. Yet when they meet in secret, hatred turns into something dangerous, something neither of them can deny. But Lyra is not what she seems. When her coat tears during a public confrontation, a glowing werewolf mark is revealed on her shoulder..the crest of a high-ranked Alpha female. The truth shatters both kingdoms. Lyra is a hybrid. Her mother was a banished werewolf. Her father, a powerful vampire. Her identity was hidden, her wolf blood suppressed, forcing her to live as something incomplete. Now everything changes. The mark is drawn to strength...to the strongest Alpha in the pack. And it begins to react. Not only to Kaelen. But to Thorin. As tension between wolves and vampires explodes, a more dangerous conflict rises within the Den itself. The Alpha King feels the pull. Lyra feels it too. An attraction she cannot explain. A bond that challenges her love for Kaelen and threatens to fracture father and son. Is fate choosing the reigning Alpha? Or the heir destined to overthrow him? With war brewing, loyalties tested, and a forbidden bond caught between two bloodlines, Lyra becomes more than a symbol of peace....she becomes the prize in a deadly struggle. Love is forbidden. Power chooses its own mate. And in this war, blood will decide who she belongs to.

Seventeen-year-old Elara Ward has spent her life being forgotten and shuffled between foster homes and small towns that never remembered her once she’s gone. But the dying town of Willowmere is different. The air hums with whispers, the lake no longer reflects the moon, and something ancient is stirring beneath the willows. When Elara follows a strange light into the woods one blood-red night, she crosses the veil and a boundary between the human world and the Lumenwild, a realm of living moonlight and haunted shadows. There, she’s marked by an ancient power known as Moonfire, a symbol burned into her skin that pulses with the rhythm of the twin moons above. Saved by four mysterious men who are named Cael, their golden-eyed Alpha; Kian, the lightning-tongued rogue; Auren, the silent watcher; and Nyx, the shadow who walks between worlds and Elara learns that her arrival has reignited a prophecy buried in legend. The Riftborn, creatures of bone and smoke, are returning, and the mark she bears is both a weapon and a curse. In the heart of the Lumenwild’s glowing forest lies the Sanctum, a stronghold where wolves walk in light and the Moon’s will is law. There, Elara begins to uncover the truth, her crossing was no accident. The veil didn’t just let her in but it had called her home. As the moons draw closer and the bond between Elara and the wolves deepens, she must choose whether to embrace the power that could heal a broken world… or unleash the one that could end it. Because the Moon is awake again and she remembers her chosen.

As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.

“A Brutal Hybrid. A Broken Human. Betrayed By Fate. A Bond that could destroy them both—or set them free.” Nektarios Helios is a hybrid, powerful, merciless, and broken by betrayal. When a human betrayed his father, destroyed their kingdom, and shattered the peace between species, Nektarios swore vengeance and kept that vow. He responded with fury, creating a brutal tradition where humans are nothing more than tools: Sex pets, blood banks, and enslaved people. He rose to power not just as a leader but as a nightmare. To the supernatural world, he is a symbol of justice; to humans, he's a ruthless force with no mercy. His rule is feared. And then fate betrayed him—the sacred bond, choosing a human woman as his mate. Atariah was raised in a convent. She believed in kindness and love until her marriage became a prison of bruises and broken trust. Abused, humiliated, and stripped of her dignity, she vowed never to trust a man again or give her heart. And then she met him. He doesn't want a mate. He is everything she should fear. He wants to break her and prove she's just like the rest. But she challenges him, defies him, doesn't cower like the others, and isn't easy to crush. She stirs up emotions he thought long dead and sinks more into his bones. Nektarios must decide—cling to the hatred that made him king or embrace the human who might destroy or save him.

Simula nang mamatay ang mga magulang nina Hendrick at Althea ay nagbago rin ang pakikitungo ni Hendrick kay Althea. Naging mahigpit kasi ang lalaki kay Althea kahit na ginagawa naman ng dalaga ang lahat ng gusto nito. Mabuti na nga lang at may mabuting puso si Althea dahil kahit kailan ay hindi nito pinatulan ang pagsusungit ni Hendrick Hanggang sa dumating ang isang gabi na magpapabago sa sitwasyon ng dalawa. Sa kalagitnaan kasi ng gabi ay umuwi si Hendrick ng lasing at doon ay may naganap sa dalawa. Simula noon ay unti-unting nagbago ang pakikitungo ni Hendrick kay Althea. Naging malambing ito at maalaga na ikinatuwa ni Althea ng husto. Subalit panandalian lang pala ang lahat. Kasabay kasi ng pagdating ni Isabel ay magbabago rin ang pakikitungo ni Hendrick kay Althea. Si Isabel daw kasi ang nag-iisang babae na minahal ni Hendrick sa buong buhay nito. Dahil doon ay napagdesisyunan ni Althea na iwanan si Hendrick at magpakalayo-layo. Paano kung sa huli ay si Hendrick naman ang maghabol kay Althea? Papapasukin pa kayang muli ni Althea si Hendrick sa buhay niya o iiwasan na ito dahil may Harry na sa buhay niya?

“No! Please, Santiago--” I whimpered, as his hand seized my wrist with an iron grip, yanking me forward, dragging me effortlessly toward the chair he had pulled into the center of the room the night before. The symbol of my humiliation. He stopped right in front of the chair, spinning me around, facing him. "You want me to be your monster, mi ángel?" His hand grabbed my throat, tilting my chin up until my eyes locked with his dark gaze. I flinched from the sudden movement. "Cause I’ll be your favorite monster — just say the word, cariño." Santiago’s face hovered only inches from mine. His lips so close, I could taste the sweetness of his breath — once making butterflies take flight in my stomach, now curdling my insides into a cold, suffocating fear. Slowly, his free hand rose toward my face. I held my breath. His touch was deceptively soft and gentle, caressing my cheek. His thumb lingered against my lips, tracing them slowly, his eyes fixed there as he spoke — his voice soft, yet heavy with menace. "Divorce is not an option, mi amor. We took a vow five years ago. Remember?" He finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, catching every flicker of fear before he delivered his last words like a verdict: "Till death do us part."