Mumford Sons Broken Crown Novels & Stories

Love does not always follow the rules—it thrives in corners where no one dares to look. Kaelin Verain returns to the palace after years in exile, carrying secrets, scars, and a purpose only she understands. The kingdom teeters on the edge of political chaos, and she is the strategist tasked with restoring order. But power is not the only force she must navigate. Lord Riven, the crown’s unyielding protector, stands between her and her mission. Tall, disciplined, and impossibly magnetic, he is sworn to duty—and forbidden to desire her. Yet every glance, every brush of skin, every shared moment pulls them closer. The tension between them is like dancing on the edge of a cliff: intoxicating, dangerous, and impossible to resist. Bound by identities, oaths, and unspoken rules, Kaelin and Riven discover that desire is a silent vine, quietly entwining their hearts and igniting a fire neither can ignore. Every step they take together threatens the crown, their reputations, and the fragile line between loyalty and passion. In a palace of whispers, secret alliances, and hidden truths, some love is meant to be forbidden, and some desire is impossible to deny. Will they survive the stakes of duty while surrendering to the fire that consumes them both?

My husband, Joseph Coleman, falls from the third floor, shatters both legs, and even injures what men fear losing most. I don't rush him to the nearest hospital. Instead, I drive him to a hospital two thousand miles away. In my previous life, Joseph jumped on purpose so the hospital intern he dotes on, Kimberly Parker, could secure a permanent spot by operating on him. He refused the capable surgeons nearby and insisted I take him to the hospital where Kimberly works, just so she can treat him. I turned him down because Kimberly is an untrained intern who got in through connections and has no surgical experience. Joseph had slapped me hard across the face. "I just want to use my injury to help Kim go permanent. Why are you being so petty?" He was dead set on Kimberly treating him. I worried the delay would ruin his legs, so I asked his mother, Diane Lowe, to talk sense into him. But what I never expected was Kimberly jumping from the hospital building when she failed her probation. Meanwhile, Joseph is treated in time, and both legs are spared. On the day he's discharged, I come smiling to take him home, but he runs me down with his car and kills me. As I collapse on the floor, choking on blood, I ask him why. He looks at me like I'm something stuck to his shoe. "If you hadn't stopped me from helping Kimberly go permanent, she never would've died!" When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Joseph falls and breaks his legs.

On a rusty iron lies a man. Alpha Xavier, the most notorious of the werewolves. He was asleep under the effects of the drug, unaware that I had shackled his hands and feet to the frame. I drew the curtain to isolate the and... Slowly removed my clothes. Today was the thirty-fifth day I had been forced to be a Slave in Sin Pack, and I had thirty-five years of my sentence remaining. I had to do this in order to get out of here as soon as possible. "Who?" He was perceptive. He woke up as soon as I threw the bra to the floor. "Who are you? Who the are you?" I didn't say a word and let him struggle with his arms and legs. His eyes were covered by his tie and he couldn't see me. "Is that you, Leila?" He couldn't see me, but he unexpectedly called out my name anyway. "Leila, is that you? Get off me!" I didn't say anything, I didn't have time to waste. All the Guards in Sin Pack were looking for him. But no one would have thought that a lowly Slave like me would dare to kidnap their fiercest Alpha. Kidnap for the sake of rape. I climbed on top of him, picked up his hard , and sat down hard without any hesitation. I felt the inside of my body being torn apart. Blood flowed down my thighs. I was no longer a . I crumpled onto him from the pain, tears falling onto his chest. "Alpha Xavier, please... Let me carry your child." There was no in my eyes, only the desire for revenge.

For years, Elena Salvatore was the golden girl of the Nightshade Pack. Beautiful, fierce, and deeply in love with the Alpha Heir, Damon Mikaelson, she spent her entire life preparing to rule by his side. Tonight was supposed to be the fairy tale ending—the sacred Full Moon ceremony where their fated mate bond would finally snap into place. But the Moon Goddess plays a brutal game. When the silver bond ignites, it doesn’t anchor Elena to Damon. Instead, it arcs violently across the ceremonial grounds, binding her soul to Klaus Mikaelson—Damon’s scarred, ruthless older brother who was banished to the feral borders years ago. Blinded by humiliation and toxic pride, Damon refuses to accept the Goddess’s choice. Rather than yield, he uses his Alpha command to publicly reject Elena on behalf of the entire pack, framing her as a cursed omen and a traitor. Stripped of her titles, her clothes torn, and her spirit shattered, Elena is banished into the lethal, rogue-infested wilderness—a sacrificial lamb meant to die in the dark. But Elena doesn't die. Hunted by monsters in the deep woods, she is rescued by the one man the world told her to fear: Klaus. The exiled Lycan isn't the mindless beast the pack claimed; he is a silent, lethal force of nature, and his devotion to his true mate is absolute. As Klaus heals her body and soul, their bond awakens an ancient, dormant power inside Elena’s wolf, making her stronger than any Alpha. When Damon realizes the catastrophic mistake he made—he launches a ruthless war to drag her back. But Elena is no longer a submissive pack girl. And Klaus will tear the world apart before he lets anyone touch his bride.

"Don't dream of belonging to anyone else. Your breath, your heartbeat, your body - they are mine, and I will take you by force, no matter what. I am Asher Martin, and I will make you my Luna." Tears streamed down Sage Holton's face as her life and circumstances changed in an instant, turning to ashes as Asher came to claim her by force and make her his forever. --- There was a beautiful scent clinging to me, like marmalade, roses, and honeyed strawberries. I didn’t know why, but suddenly my wolf spoke, saying, "Mate." I responded in shock, "Mate!" Of course, I nearly went mad. I am an Alpha Gamma with hybrid blood, and that little girl is of pure lineage. Even though I don't accept the laws of the Moon Goddess, I know that one of her laws is that mates must be of the same pure lineage, though it is possible to marry and love someone from another lineage. I kept pacing around, and then I remembered—I had thrown her out, naked! I looked out the window at the sky; it was raining heavily, it was late, and I had cast her out. I shouldn't have gone near her, but what happened, happened.

I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me. She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir. The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's. The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings. But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently. And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red. Then came the sting of silver poison burning through my blood.. I used to argue. But Mom always said the same thing. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is a teacher. This is for your own good." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe it, too. That I was born out of control. The night of the alliance's Moon Goddess Festival, Mom was taking my sister to the rooftop party. Something scared me during the day. The collar flashed red, and my mother started the punishment. But this time, the collar malfunctioned. It shot a dose a thousand times stronger into my neck. I collapsed on the carpet, begging, "Mother, the collar... it hurts so much... help me." My collar was flashing a frantic red. My mother just looked down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "You'd lose control like this just for attention? You're a lost cause." She turned, took my sister, and slammed the door. I couldn't help but think, Mom must be right. The collar is red. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just being dramatic, looking for pity again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll be the perfect daughter you always wanted.

Seeking out a mysterious woman who came to him in a vision, Daniel Darke is transported to the supernatural realm. Despite being one of Earth's most horrible warlocks, he is welcomed into the North Woods as a trusted friend and protector. After meeting his soulmate, Rosemary, it is discovered she is pregnant with the child of the man who assaulted her on Earth. Worried that Daniel will not be able to love her and her child, Rosemary rejects him and runs away. Vowing to give Rosemary and her baby the life they deserve, Daniel takes back the kingdom of his ancestors. When the father of the true heir returns to take back what belongs to him, Daniel embarks on a dark and ruthless mission to stop him and protect his new family.

In my past life, my mate, Rowan, left me and our newborn daughter in a remote village to fight for the Alpha title. Before he left, he promised me, "When I become Alpha, you will be my Luna. I'll make you the most respected wolf in the pack." I waited for three years, my daughter and I scraping by, often going hungry and cold. But I didn't learn the truth until I secretly traveled to the Blackstone Pack to find him, only to be beaten and cast out as a rogue. It turned out he had already accepted the former Alpha's terms: he would take his late brother's widow, Isabelle, and her children as his own, and in return, become the new Alpha. Furious, I tried to confront Rowan, but Isabelle poisoned me with wolfsbane. As I lay dying, I saw Rowan hold Isabelle gently and say, "Good. She's dead. Even if she had lived, you were always going to be my Luna." When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the very day Rowan was to inherit the Alpha title. This time, I took my daughter and went straight to my father, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. "Father," I cried, "I was wrong. I want to sever my mate bond with him!"

For a thousand years, the two most powerful families in the world of witchcraft have been at war. In a bid to end the violence once and for all, they arrange a union between their children, Tessa and Rafik. At a dinner party meant to finalize the marriage negotiations, the ancient feud comes to a bloody end. Young Tessa Mason barely escapes Savannah with her life and is forced into hiding with her twin brother and immortal Viking guardian for ten years until all her enemies are eliminated. At her 23rd birthday celebration, she receives an invitation to study with the best potion maker in the world. When she arrives in England ready to get on with her life, she is confronted by the man who deceived her all those years ago. Sparks fly between these star crossed lovers as Rafik tries his best to make amends to Tessa. Unfortunately, she isn't the only one who wants him to pay for the sins of his past. The most miserable part about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies, but they’re all about to discover what a wicked witch Tessa can be. Queen of Ruin is the first book in the Queen of Ruin Series. In this Dark Paranormal Romance and Fantasy series of stories, you’ll meet a cast of broken, but loveable creatures trying their best to save the world. Get Queen of Ruin today and run away with Tessa on her fiery journey through the depths of darkness.

Sold by her own blood as a sacrifice to the Dark World, Rachelle flees the Fortress only to fall into the clutches of Derek—an Alpha whose possessiveness is as lethal as his shadow. Caught between cruel training and a sexual tension that burns hotter than the sun, she must decide: become the prey of a mutated monster claiming her heart, or accept the mark of a tyrant who seeks to shackle her golden light forever.