Novel & Cerita Medieval Surnames

Talia grew up without trusting anyone but herself to live. With no father figure to look up to and a clinically depressed mother who keeps on betraying her, Talia crawls her way to the top of the social chain to survive. But upon one drunken night, she meets her terrible end. Just like that, Talia loses all she worked hard for, or so she thought. When she wakes up, she becomes a duke’s eldest daughter in a medieval era where alliances and conspiracies dictate a noble’s future and where love is a luxury that will lead anyone to ruin. No matter how twisted the world she is pushed into, Talia is determined to live long. She realizes that she is given a second chance to live – or not. Reali

Three years after Alpha King Damien Caldwell marks me, Drake Whitaker finally remembers I exist. Turns out he really believes I'll "wait for him forever." Twenty black SUVs clog the private road into Ridgefield pack territory, trunks crammed with moonstone jewelry, old talismans, and rare herbs. Drake steps out of the tricked-out Hummer, wearing a smug smile and clutching a stack of parchment contracts. "Aria," he calls up, like some medieval knight, "I told you once the Silvermoon Coalition was official and Kenneth's supply lines were stable, I'd bring you to my pack. "The High Council finalized five packs yesterday. I came first thing this morning to show you I mean it." I sit in the

Caitlin and Caleb find themselves, once again, back in time—this time, in the London of 1599.

London in 1599 is a wild place, filled with paradoxes: while on the one hand it is an incredibly enlightened, sophisticated time, breeding playwrights like Shakespeare, on the other, it is also barbaric and cruel, with daily public executions, torture, and heads of prisoners impaled on spikes. It is also a time of superstition and grave public danger, with a lack of sanitation, and the Bubonic Plague spreading in the streets, carried by rats.

In this environment Caitlin and Caleb land, on the search for her father, for the third key, for the mythical shield that can save humankind. T

On Alaric's wedding day, I brought a gift to the wedding feast. I had barely taken my seat when someone swung straight at my face. Alaric's bride, a transmigrator who called herself an expert in noble-household intrigue, glared at me in her wedding gown. "So you're the prince's former betrothed? How does a defeated rival still have the nerve to show up at the wedding feast? Have you no shame?" A palace maid caught her hand before the slap landed, and I studied her with a dark expression. Before I could speak, Lydia of House Leicester mocked me again. "What? Are you going to say you only came to offer your blessings? I grew up watching period dramas. Don't think I don't know what filthy th

“Let me go!” He laughed, crimson bleeding into his irises and his fangs glinting with delight. Wrapping her legs around himself he cupped her behind that peeked from under the shorts she had on, licking at her ear, purring. “Did you like my presents?” Nyx scowled, pushing hard at his chest, hating the way her breath hitched in her throat from his touch, hating the little gasps that left her lips from the tingles she felt when his hands continued to graze her skin. “The flimsy clothes or the fact that you just turned me a feeder?” “Both. I thought you'd appreciate my gifts.” “Give me the antidote,” Draven cocked a brow, almost laughing at her pinced expression. Slowly bringing his f

“Consider it your blessed day, Fake fairy. Don't dare to cross my path ever again unless you stop loving your dear life.” His aqua-blue eyes pierced my soul, forcing me to stay still as his fierce voice churned my inside. He casted me a look of pure contempt before giving me the warning which screamed pure death. Pearl Addison, the human girl, landed in New York to find her college sweetheart cum fiance Jordan who vanished into the thin air, without being noticed. But on the very first day she crossed the path of Andreas Ronan Sinfield who was a powerful and mysterious Lycan king and the monarchical bloodline of the Seinfeld lineage which has been existing since medieval times. H