Kamen Rider Sword

They destroyed her father. Now she's racing straight into the heart of enemy territory. Mia Chen has one rule, never let them see your face. As the underground racing legend "Ghost Rider," she's untouchable until a rigged race tears off her mask and exposes her identity to the worst possible person. Dax Steele, VP of the Iron Wolves MC, the club that bankrupted her father and drove him to an early grave. Now she owes $50,000 to men who don't accept apologies, and Dax offers her a deal she can't refuse, race for the Iron Wolves in the inter-club championship, and he'll clear her debt. But working for her enemy means living in his world, sleeping under his roof, and discovering that everything she believed about her father's death might be a lie. Dax has secrets of his own, evidence that his father was framed, and the real culprit is still out there. He needs Mia's skills on the track and her mechanical genius in the garage. What he doesn't need is the fire she ignites in his blood every time she defies him. As they dig deeper into the past, attraction sparks into something dangerous. Because in the biker world, loyalty is everything and loving your enemy could get you both killed. She came for revenge. She stayed for the truth. She'll risk everything for him.

"Alpha, sentence this witch!" "Kill her!" "Rip out her heart!!" The crowd erupted in anger, shouting for Eleanor's sentence. Eleanor Lim, the Luna of the Blackstorm pack, numbly watched as her husband, the man she loved, chose his lover over her. His steps were steady, without any hesitation, until his sword pierced her heart. No mercy! The crowd cheered. A handsome man ran towards Eleanor, having broken through the crowd. If he was her knight in shining armour, he was too late. *** "Eleanor, I’m here to offer you a chance for reincarnation. If you accept it, you’ll come back to life in your old life." "I accept." Now reborn, Eleanor swears to take revenge and take back what's rightfully hers.

I was sold to the Devil. Rider Thorne. The Alpha King. A man whose name alone makes grown wolves tremble. My stepfather cleared his gambling debts by trading my life for a stack of cash, handing me over with a single, chilling instruction: Give the King an heir, and you go free. I accepted my fate. I prepared to be nothing more than a vessel, a temporary fixture in his cold, luxurious prison. I told myself I could survive his cruelty, his indifference, and his icy glare. But the moment he walked into the room, the universe played a cruel joke. The scent of rain and dark chocolate. Mate. The cruelest Alpha of all time is my soulmate. The sad part? He doesn't know. Or worse—he doesn't care. To him, I am just a tool. A breeder to secure his lineage before he discards me like trash. Heartbroken and realizing he will never look at me with love, I made a choice. I will give him what he bought, but he will never have my heart. But when I discover I’m carrying not just one heir, but three, and that my life is in danger, I did the unthinkable. I ran. Now, the Alpha King is tearing the world apart to find me. He realizes too late that the "tool" he bought was the other half of his soul. But he’s not chasing a submissive girl anymore. He’s chasing a mother protecting her cubs. Run, Bailey. Run.

Beware of the Night Alpha. A dangerous shadow, the wraith of vengeance. He is a darkness feared by all, a plague to be avoided, and a river that drowns quicker than a sharp sword cut through the softest surface. Who am I? I am Lady Alenna of House Grewin. A powerful wolf clan known for their nobility and strength. To retain that reputation, my father sorted out the Night Alpha to either take him down or put a tame on him. Little was he informed of the ferocious beast he hunts. Now the Night Alpha has come for my people in retaliation for my father’s hunt. He is to slaughter us all if the moon hadn’t intervened and cast me the fated half of the bastard. I’ve always been a lover of the dark, but something about the darkness he’s made of gives aid to my nightmares. Will I survive? Or is this an end like I’ve predicted?

Elena, a defiant and eccentric witch living in the Forbidden Forest, has witnessed the empire crumble under the reign of Kael, a once-promising disciple corrupted by darkness. Kael, once a bright-eyed orphan and a disciple of her very own enemy, was twisted into the empire's destroyer, abandoned and manipulated. In the face of the silver sword of her sworn enemy held by Kael, she makes a gamble against time and fate. Using forbidden magic, she strikes a deal with the timekeeper and plunges back into the past, 10 years before impending destruction. Faced with a chance to rewrite her destiny, she targets Kael and intends to make his master pay for neglecting his disciple. This time, she won't just stand by as the world crumbles; she will be his unlikely guardian, shaping him into a beacon of light instead of a harbinger of doom. Can Elena rewrite destiny? Or will the karma prove too strong for a witch to clash against the inevitable pull of fate?

Lyra’s POV: “I don’t like her the way you think I do.” If you hear the love of your life tell this to another person, what will you do? Well, I left for eight years and returned with my fiancé. The last thing I would ever do is to sneak around with an Alpha who does not love me. Kade’s POV: “I don’t like her the way you think I do.” This was what I told her brother. I had to. I made a promise to stay away from his sister. My biggest mistake, because I would always choose Lyra over anybody. I won’t choose even myself over Lyra. I don’t know how to not love and want her. Eight years later and staying away still feels like driving a sword through my chest.

Princess Vivienne Aurelie Eloise managed to escape after their kingdom fell into the hands of Felix, the sly King of Weacomor. The young princess was left with nothing but her mother's last words and that is to find Archer, the dragonslayer. Life has always been an arrow of death for Vivienne until she met the huntsman she was tasked to find which was unknown to her, she was mated to him since she was in her mother's womb. When she found Archer, she thought life would be easier but she got it wrong because her life is destined to be an ocean of threats and chaos. She's perfectly weak but has to draw a sword and fight. She's vulnerable and fragile but needs to slit her enemies' throats to live. Her journey of restoring the throne of Grilux is never easy but with her mate alongside her, all odds and evils shall vanquish. In the middle of the endless journey of bloodshed, Vivienne and Archer found themselves drawn to each other, sharing love and affection.

Faeries are real. That was hard enough to stomach, but now, they’ve drafted Rhychard Bartlett into their way. At least they gave him a sword. A sword for crying out loud! Everyone else has guns and magic, and the Guardian only gave him a glowing sword. Some men strive to be heroes. Not Rhychard. Not even a little. Rhychard just wants t go home and propose Renny Saunders. However, a blood-curdling scream changes the course of his life forever. Surrounded by a two-and-a-half foot ellyll, a 300-pound coshey, and a street hooker, Rhychard squares off against the demon, Vargas, to keep him from building a Gateway to the Nether, still with nothing but a glowing sword. As if that wasn’t tragic enough, Renny thinks he cheated her on her and has kicked him out on his backside. Needless to say, Rhychard has had better days. Warrior of the Way is created by Robbie Cox, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Meine Stiefschwester schob mir die Schuld für ihre Allergie in die Schuhe. Also sperrten mich meine drei Brüder in einen engen, stickigen Keller und verriegelten die Tür mit einer Kette. Ich schlug mit aller Kraft gegen die Kellertür und flehte sie an, mich rauszulassen. Der älteste Bruder, ein erfolgreicher Geschäftsmann, funkelte mich nur kalt an, bevor er ging: „Du schikanierst Lilli sonst schon genug! Und lässt du sie noch absichtlich Meeresfrüchte essen, obwohl du genau weißt, dass sie allergisch ist? Willst du sie umbringen? Denk hier drinnen gut darüber nach, was du getan hast! ” Der zweite Bruder, inzwischen ein berühmter Sänger, und der dritte, ein genialer Maler, spotteten nur: „So böse wie du bist, tust du auch noch so, als wärst du unschuldig. Bleib schön hier drin und leid ein bisschen! “ Dann nahmen sie die zitternde Lilli in den Arm und fuhren mit ihr ins Krankenhaus. Die Luft wurde immer knapper, jeder Atemzug tat weh. Ich spüre, wie mir langsam schwarz vor Augen wird. Irgendwann blieb mir keine Luft mehr – und ich starb dort unten. Drei Tage später kamen meine Brüder mit Lilli aus dem Krankenhaus zurück. Da dachten sie plötzlich wieder an mich. Aber da war ich längst tot–erstickt in diesem engen Keller.

Nachdem die Jugendfreundin meines Verlobten von meiner angeborenen Herzkrankheit erfahren hatte, mischte sie absichtlich hochkonzentrierten Funktionsdrink in meinen Champagner. Kaum hatte ich einen Schluck genommen, beschleunigte sich mein Herzschlag sofort, und krampfartige Schmerzen in der Brust kamen in Wellen. In Panik riss ich das einzige Notfallpulver auf, das ich bei mir trug. Doch das Wasser zum Einnehmen war gegen hochkonzentriertes Zitronenwasser ausgetauscht worden. Ich trank es auf einmal. Sofort wurde ich kreidebleich und brach schließlich zusammen. „Zitronenwasser hat Vitamin C, das entschlackt und ist sogar gesund!“ Charlotte lachte schallend und hielt sich den Bauch. Mit verschränkten Armen sah sie zu meinem Verlobten – dem Boss der Rolling-Stone-Gang. „Ethan, deine Verlobte ist wirklich eine begnadete Schauspielerin.“ „Ich bin schon so lange Ärztin, aber noch nie habe ich gesehen, dass jemand von ein bisschen Champagner und Zitronenwasser so leidet.“ Ich biss mir auf die Lippen, bis sie fast bluteten, und kämpfte gegen die Tränen der Qual. Dann packte ich Ethan am Hosenbein. „Bitte, ruf einen Krankenwagen, ich schaffe es nicht mehr.“ Ein kurzer Zweifel flackerte in Ethans Augen auf, doch die Gäste unterbrachen ihn sofort. „Hör auf mit dem Theater, niemand stirbt an ein bisschen Champagner und Zitronenwasser.“ „Genau, du bist doch nur eifersüchtig, weil Charlotte befördert wurde und du ihr nicht zuprosten willst.“ Ethans Blick wurde sofort wieder eisig. Er trat zur Seite und riss meine Hand von seinem Hosenbein. „Charlotte ist Ärztin. Solange sie hier ist, wird dir auf der Party nichts passieren.“ Ich bat ihn nicht weiter. Mit letzter Kraft schickte ich meinem Vater einen Hilferuf per SMS.