Rayla Blades

When Sethlzaar, a child of the conisoir, is chosen by a man in a cassock, it is with a confused acceptance that he follows.A life in the priesthood, though for those considered blessed, is no life at all. However, Sethlzaar has nowhere else to be and nothing else to lose. With a new name and a new purpose, he is determined to survive the tests of the seminary as the priests forge him and his new brothers into blades destined to serve as sacrifices to the cause of Truth.In the end, choices will be made, legends born, and loyalties tested.But above all else, Sethlzaar Vi Sorlan will have to face the truth that perhaps he's not as blessed as he'd been led to believe...

"We call them Raven's Gate. They're an organisation that has been in the shadows for a long time, with their leader calling himself 'Kami', or 'God'. And it seems like they're dead set on interfering with us." Yuri Kirisawa is an assassin for the Hati organisation - an organisation that has been around for centuries, and are the blades in the shadows - their duty being to safeguard and take out the threats to Japan and the world with any method possible. But the Hati organisation soon found their way of life threatened when they came across information about a mysterious being that called himself 'Kami' or 'God' and seemed determined to uproot everything they held dear to them, and he seemed to have more of a connection to Yuri than even she thought possible... (Compl)

Star forward Alex Thorne lives for the roar of the crowd and the thrill of the rink, but nothing ignites him like his rival, enigmatic defenseman Jake Harlow of the Calgary Flames. When a brutal playoff clash reveals Jake's centuries-old secret—he's a vampire with a hunger only Alex can sate—their hate-fueled rivalry explodes into forbidden passion. As stolen kisses turn to life-or-death stakes, Alex must choose: betray the man who haunts his dreams or embrace eternity in Jake's immortal arms. In a world of slashing blades and shattering ice, can two enemies score the ultimate goal—forever love?

I once thought Jareth was the love of my life. He said "Mom's in the hospital," but then turned around and kissed Lily in the VIP seats at the concert; when his bipolar disorder flared up, he was violent with me, but then told Lily, "You’re such a good girl"; he had videos with Lily saved on his phone, and in the chat records, he called me "the cold, emotionless finance robot." Five years of love, ruined in his lies and betrayals. He thought I would cry and scream, but all I did was watch him finish his final act. When he knelt on the ground and said, "I was wrong," what I handed him was the merger agreement: "Sign it. This is the first debt you owe me." Those broken hearts will eventually turn into sharp blades that will pierce him. And I will rise from the ruins, living more beautifully than anyone else.

"No matter where you are in world, as long as the moonlight lay waste upon the tips of the blades of grass. I will find you. I will destroy everything in my path, if that is what it takes to make you mine. Why, you ask? It is simple. Because you belong to me." Embark on the twisted love story of the strongest Night Hallow, the Count of Erana and the human kissed by the Sun, Asthenosthene as they find solace and purpose in each others eyes. Will the pleasure-driven and sadistic faceless Count of Erana, Chaol Dremurr have his icy heart thawed by Asty? Or will Asty become the slave of the tormented life he gave her? As the woman who carries the weight of the entire country, will she be able to abide by the rules and tame the destructive count? Will he fall or will she fall? Or will the Count of Erana's heart change for a mere village girl?  

When star hockey player Jack Reynolds tosses divorce papers at his wife Emma, he believes he's trading up for a more glamorous model who "understands his lifestyle." What he doesn't know: the quiet, supportive woman he's discarding is the secret heir to an $18 billion fortune – and the granddaughter of the man who owns his hockey team.For eight years, Emma Mitchell hid her true identity, supporting Jack's career while secretly learning the business from the ground up. Now, with her grandfather's health failing and the Boston Blades facing financial crisis, Emma is poised to step into her rightful role as majority owner.*Some men have to lose everything to realize what they had. Some women have to lose a husband to find themselves. In this game, the most dangerous plays happen off the ice.*

The Seelie Royal Council rules the Elphame Fae Realm with an iron grip, their hunger for wealth and power never satisfied. Princess Leora, once heir to the throne, now lives in exile among humans—a warrior forced to hide her strength, a born leader reduced to invisibility. The Human Realm holds her captive as surely as any dungeon. When Yaris Winterborn and Connor Andor received their assignment, they understood the stakes. Soul-brothers forged since childhood, they alone were trusted to retrieve the princess and return her to an Elphame now unrecognizable from the kingdom of her childhood memories. Dodging assassins' blades has a way of forging bonds. As the three navigate ancient prophecies and buried truths, unexpected heat flares between them—something far beyond mere attraction. Their intertwined fates may be exactly what the legends foretold... or the spark that ignites Elphame's final conflagration.

He needs an heir. She wants his head. Too bad the moon bound their souls in blood. After five brutal years of slavery under the North Claw Pack, Naya escapes — bruised, hunted, and burning for revenge. But freedom slips through her fingers when she collides with him. Kieran, an Alpha. a Monster. Her enemy. The male responsible for everything she lost.He should've killed her on sight. Instead, he buys her because fate is cruel. Because the mate bond doesn’t care about hate. And because only Naya’s touch can break the curse consuming him. She swore she’d destroy him. He swore no one else would ever touch her, Now, hate is the only thing holding them together and it’s not long before blood turns to obsession, and blades turn to need.

On the night of her birthday, Celeste Morrigan loses everything her parents dead in an accident, her sister in bed with her boyfriend, and her uncle stealing her inheritance. Branded cursed for her gift of visions, she flees to Nocturne, a shadowed bar where rogues and alphas mingle. One drunken night, the ruthless Alpha Kaelith Draven mistakes her for his long-dead mate and claims her, leaving Celeste broken, but not beaten. Weeks later, a secret blooms within her his child. Determined to protect her baby, Celeste builds a new life among rogues, her gift sharpening into power. But fate isn’t done with her. Kaelith’s pack demands a Luna, his wolf craves her, and enemies circle with blades and lies. Caught between betrayal and destiny, Celeste must decide: will she remain the cursed orphan everyone despises or rise as the Luna who brings empires to their knees?

To save the merfolk from slaughter, I seduced the vampire lord himself-Lazarus. He still loved me after all. For three days and three nights, he drowned himself in my body, unwilling to let me out of his arms for even a second. I roused from the haze of fleeting bliss, only to have a searing, corrosive liquid poured mercilessly over my head. "You with eternal healing can taste the sting of agony？" "Yet your trivial suffering pales in comparison to the loss of my kin you brought upon me. It is nothing at all!" "This is merely the beginning. Refuse to reveal where my parents lie hidden, and you shall never break free from this castle." He was convinced that I alone had destroyed everything he held dear. Holding the entire merfolk’s lives hostage, he confined me within the castle. Time and again, he tore open my chest by force, wrenching out my pearl of the mer, feeding its essence to Isolde to mend her frail flesh. He condemned me to sleepless nights, forcing me to cleanse the filth he left behind. Barefoot, I was made to dance the mermaid’s lament upon razor-sharp silver blades, writhing in pain to lull Isolde into slumber. Later, Isolde feigned a pregnancy. Driven by false tenderness for her, Lazarus took to slicing chunks of my immortal mermaid flesh with cold blades, brewing them into nourishing potions for her. Hatred for me burned deep in his bones, yet whenever I was on the brink of death, he would still force his own blood down my throat to keep me alive. "You presume too much on my lingering love for you, choosing silence over the truth, do you not? Aurora… tell me, what became of my parents?" I endured in silence, bearing witness to his love torn between hatred and longing. Soon, I would no longer need to guard that fatal secret. For a mermaid who dwells on land for three years shall wither and perish, severed from the sea that gives her life. Only three days remained until my final breath.