Historical Novels Civil War

With the rage he carried with him, Anthony would avenge the kingdom he once loved. He will do it for his King and those people he knew just minutes ago. His bravery sends him through time and space, feeling everything at once. Anthony cannot get the image of that forbidden love out of his dreams while he slept, on the way to "speak" to the King of Blood.

I died listening to my husband fuck his mistress in our bed. Six months pregnant, I bled out on the bathroom floor while they laughed in the next room, while Scylla moaned his name loud enough for me to hear through the walls. The last thing I heard was my husband telling her she felt better than I ever did, and the last thing I felt was my baby going still inside me. Then I woke up. Not in heaven, not anywhere I recognized. In a penthouse overlooking the city where I died, with a man standing over me who said he brought me back as an experiment. Zephyr Arcanis, billionaire, recluse, apparently the only person alive who knows how to resurrect the dead. He gave me three years before my borrowed time runs out, three years to do whatever I want with this second life. I chose revenge. I should focus on destroying Dexter and Scylla, on making them pay for what they did to me and my baby. But Zephyr watches me like I'm a puzzle he can't solve, touches me like he's afraid I'll vanish, and when I get close to my ex-husband for the plan, Zephyr's jealousy turns vicious in ways that terrify and thrill me. He says he doesn't feel anything, says I'm just an experiment to test his power. Then why does he bleed when I hurt? Why does his skin turn pale every time he saves me? And when my three years are almost over, why does he whisper that he'll die in my place if it means I get to keep living?

“Bond isn’t as bad as you all said. Maybe I should just marry him! I am tired of running!” “You are a very stupid girl. What the hell is wrong with you? You will pack your things and follow us to the Nightwalker Pack, or I will disown you! Don’t you ever mention the name of that emperor again,” my dad warned. She was a deviant wolf, suffering from her parents’ decisions, and fated to the Lycan king. Her father’s treachery and betrayal of the old emperor put the family in danger, stripping her of freedom. The death of her mother left her lonely and orphaned in a world of predators. She fled to survive, but fortune piloted her into encountering the Lycan king—her fated mate and the strongest alpha in the world. He was the Lycan king, the strongest shape shifter alive, scarred by the actions of his father, the Mad Alpha, and fated to the daughter of his enemy—Jerry the Great, the mastermind behind his father’s failed coup. Their meeting was characterised by anger, resentment, passion, and the realisation of a divine bond forged by fate and destiny. She aids him in navigating the intricacies of ruling the werewolf empire. But rogue packs, twin alphas empowered by witches, seductive adversaries, and impending danger seek to tear down the life they desperately struggle to build together. Will they evade these adversaries, rewrite the cursed prophecies, and establish their reign in the werewolf empire—or will they crumble beneath enemies and a destiny determined to tear them apart?

Ten years ago, Rayden’s family was mercilessly slaughtered. He was left for dead, a mere shadow of a once-respected clan. In the eyes of the world, Rayden was gone. But in the darkness, he grew. Honing forbidden arts. Nurturing an unquenchable rage. Now, Rayden returns. Not as an heir, not as a hero. But as a sinner. A cultivator who has chosen a forbidden path for one reason—revenge. Beneath the veil of the modern world, cultivator clans hide their secrets, their artifacts, and their power. The Bramasta family, seemingly clean on the surface, is his first target. But the deeper Rayden infiltrates, the larger the web he uncovers, including a name that has haunted his every waking moment—Lucien Dorne. Every step Rayden takes will challenge the laws of cultivation, uncover old betrayals, and test his own moral limits. Because to destroy a monster, sometimes, you have to become a greater one.

“Don't test my patience. I have been very calm with you.”  “I don't want anything from you. Leave me!” Tears stung in the corner of her eyes as she endured the pain he was inflicting on her. “Nothing! I want nothing from you!”  “It is not up to you now. Is it?” “It is!” “Then you know nothing. Let me remind you of something,” he eyed her coldly. “I cannot let you flee because you don't want to stay here. I have made a promise to keep you and your brother safe. And I will.” She reared back. “No matter if you want it or not,” he was purely vicious with the words he was using. “I might scare you but they are very much formidable, vicious and willing to do to avenge whatever it takes,” he gestured to her trembling figure through his roaming eyes, “with that.”  “Never,” she shook her head. “I am not scared of your words. You are just trying to scare me with your words to make me listen to you!”  “Oh?” leaning forward, he almost shouted in her face, “I am not just trying to scare you. No. I am speaking the truth that you are willing enough to neglect!”  She shook her head violently, her thoughts pushing any logical facts away in her state. She was unwilling to listen to whatever he had to say even when somewhere she knew he was right. Just because he thought if he could use force on her, she would adhere to him? No! She was stronger than he thought she was!  “I don't belong to anyone. You don't have to take–” “You belong to me. ”WARNING: This book contains strong language, dubious situations, deception issues, manipulations, abduction and dark romance.

A human girl with a tragic home life finds friendship in new strangers and gets stuck in a devouring secret. With every new relationship she creates, an enemy is there to follow. The man of her nightmares causes feelings to stir, feelings that even her best friend can't understand. She thinks he cou

The Crawl moon MC owns the midnight highways of Arizona and every dirty secret along them. Nova Rivers only planned to pass through. One last photography assignment before she finally settles down. But when her car gives up on the road, she is drawn straight into a world of roaring engines and blood-deep oaths. Cassian Holt is the club’s president and Alpha of the Crawl moon pack. Cursed to lead, hunted by rivals, he doesn’t need a mate, especially not a human with a sharp tongue and a camera that sees too much. The first touch ignites something wild. The first bite seals it. And when an enemy pack threatens to rip the territory apart by using her as bait, Cassian will burn the state down before he lets anyone take what’s his. She should run. He should let her. Neither of them will.

Devyn Reilly isn't a socialite or mafia princess - she's down on her luck and it shows. Her rent is due, bills needed to be paid and she just got fired. Her singing career was going the same way as her life was - nowhere. But would all this be enough to make her go down The Rabbit Hole? Kieran Teague is a ruthless Irish mob boss, known to be so callous that even the Russian Pakhan of New York was wary of him. Stepping into his newly opened BDSM club, The Rabbit Hole, he did not expect to be intrigued by a lowly new dancer. However, the second she opened her mouth to sing, he knew he had to have her. Will the ruthless mobster be softened by the submissive siren? *Book 3 of The Mafia Trinity Series of Novels*

On the night of the Dark Moon Pack’s mating ceremony, Violet Ambrose finally receives the blessing she has spent her entire life preparing for. Her mate is Alpha Neal James. The most powerful wolf in the pack. The man every woman dreamed of claiming, and before the entire pack… He rejects her. Five years later, the timid girl who once dreamed of love is gone. In her place stands a hardened warrior, trained by the mysterious guardian of the neutral lands and forged by loss, rage, and survival. Will Violet claim the life that was stolen from her, or destroy the pack that betrayed her?

How does Iris, a boring college student pique the interest of Smoke, a not so human entity. There's a fine like between love and obsession, but he crossed that line long ago.