Sengoku Night Blood

Fate twists its vines in ways we can't comprehend. For Sylvie, it brought the force of a Tyrant Alpha and the ruthless Salvalor pack. Sylvie learned to live with her handicap. Stay out of business of other wolves and they'll leave her alone. Mostly. War, however, soon reaches her doorstep. Forced to submit to Malphas, one of the last living Lycans, with a bloody streak and reputation for having the shortest fuse, Sylvie's quiet life turns upside down. Run or serve, the choice is easy. Malphas and the wolf within him, Valac, are the two names whispered in fear. Packs are falling, wolves are dying, territories are burning. The sky is red with blood, in his eyes. The thirst for it, unquenchable. He lives for the thrill of the kill, yet struggles to contain his disdain towards wolves. Rebuilding the line of Lycans, and the Kingdom of Silas to its former glory, is most important. Getting revenge is just a convenience. Imagine the surprise when he finds the last village to pillage, before crossing wolven borders, and a hidden gem within it. The Omega runt throws his senses into confused calmness, and for the first time neither he, nor Valac, feel the urge to kill. Refusing to admit, but finding it intriguing, Malphas takes Sylvie as his cup-girl. What threads will fate weave for the two? Will Sylvie survive under Malphas's command? Will he solve the puzzle behind the quiet, little runt or will his anger and cruelty bury her into the ground? Can Sylvie unravel the mystery hidden in Malphas's eyes? Enjoy the slow burning flames and the rusted blood that keeps them going.

Charlotte Whitmore is the daughter of a nobody, a hopeless romantic who believes in fairytales and Prince Charming. Fate finally smiles on her when she is contracted to marry the only man she has ever loved—Christian Hale, heir to the billion-dollar Hale Enterprise. But there is a condition: she must keep his fiancée alive. For three years, Charlotte gives her blood, her heart. She endures his coldness, his indifference hoping that one day, he will choose her. But he never does. When the woman in the coma awakens, Charlotte is discarded without hesitation. Secrets begin to unravel, and she realizes her prince was nothing but a beautifully dressed frog all along. Now she must prove to herself that she is more than a substitute bride. More than a tool for family contracts. More than a woman begging to be loved. She asks for a divorce. ******************************************* Christian Hale has always known his duty—to protect his family’s empire at all costs. Even if it means sacrificing his love. Even if it means sacrificing the woman he has loved for years. So when tragedy strikes, he binds himself to guilt and a deal that allows him to keep the love of his life close in the cruelest way. He believes time will give him a chance with her. But his calculated decisions begin to crumble when she finds out about his deal. Now she hates him. He must try to win her love again, even if it means him losing everything he has. And even the woman he loves at the end.

My stepsister, Chloe, wanted to test the loyalty of my childhood sweetheart. So she drugged him with a lust potion. Then she threw him in my room. I couldn't watch him suffer. He was spiraling into a bloodlust. For a vampire, that's a death sentence. So I gave him the only cure. Myself. When Chloe found us, she fled in a jealous rage. She married a cursed, brutal king—the Lord of Eternal Night. And he killed her. Julian and I were blood-bound, but he began to hate me. He ignored me for a century. Then a rival clan ambushed us. He shielded me with his body. He burned to ash to save my life. Before he faded, he gave me one last look. "If I could do it all over again, Elena," he whispered, "I never would have needed saving." My world shattered. Darkness took me. I opened my eyes. I was back in Julian's room. On the night it all went wrong.

Blood dripped from the edge of Damian Moretti’s knife when he first saw her.Adriana Rossi should have turned away—any sane woman would. Instead, she met his stare across the bloodstained marble floor, her chin tilted like a challenge.Two families. One war. A love carved out of violence.“You shouldn’t be here,” Damian murmured, voice low, dangerous.Adriana’s lips curved. “Neither should you.”

Umuora Kingdom unleashed terror in society when they created a deity without the wizard's enchanted sword. The deity left Umuora and settled in Ohanta community, where he appeared in human form to defy innocent virgins. No one could escape from him, and no one challenged his authority. Ije, a young virgin, and a contemporary heroine stood out against the crowd and fulfilled a personal destiny. She traced the origin of the deity and corrected the mistake that was made on the day it was created. She fell in love along the line, which almost ended her mission, but gods had it all planned for her.

“You weren’t saved, Bianca. You were claimed.” When Bianca Ricci is sold by her venomous stepmother to Matteo Romano the most feared Mafia Don in New York her world fractures into chains made of silk and blood. Matteo doesn’t believe in love, He believes in loyalty, control, and keeping enemies where he can see them especially when they carry the last name Ricci. But Bianca isn't a lamb, She's a lioness in velvet. And when her fire collides with Matteo's iron grip, none of them expects the burn. As enemies circle, old blood debts rise, and a hidden betrayal threatens to collapse the entire underworld, Bianca and Matteo must navigate a marriage built on lies, lust, and legacies soaked in revenge. Bound by an oath neither of them chose, they must decide: Is survival enough or will they rewrite the rules of the empire together? In a world where freedom is a currency and love is a weapon, one bride will defy a king or destroy him.

A powerful witch. A cursed vampire. A castle built on blood. And a secret that could destroy them both. Delphine Ashwood has never fit in—not with her coven, not with polite magical society, and certainly not with anyone who prefers witches quiet and predictable. When she’s hired to repair the failing wards of the infamous Castle Thorne, she expects cold stone, ancient curses, and another lonely contract. What she doesn’t expect is him. Theron Valemont, vampire prince and ruler of the forgotten court, is everything she hates: brooding, controlling, and hiding far too many secrets behind those ice-blue eyes. He didn’t summon her—and he wants her gone. But the castle has other plans. As Delphine unravels the threads of the ancient spell holding the fortress—and Theron’s legacy—together, she discovers a power buried beneath the stone. A power tied to her own bloodline. A power that was never meant to wake. Caught in a slow-burning battle between duty, desire, and destruction, Delphine and Theron must decide what they’re willing to sacrifice. Because the truth isn’t just dangerous. It’s hungry.

Berlin, 1020 BC. After their family is massacred, twins Erik and Adam Von Hagen swore revenge for every single drop of bloodshed. Having no time to lose Erik decides to trick and manipulate a young girl with special gifts to their advantage. And there was Jessica, a human with mystic powers who barely understands what is happening to her. With her ability to control and read minds, seeing the future, and master the fire she must never fall in love or she will destroy everything she touches. But as the heart never listens to reason things might get really bad. There is no room for love only revenge and manipulations. Will all this suffering bring them closer? Will Erik put his plans aside and give love a chance? And if he does will this be the end or the beginning?

To end a twenty–year war, she must marry the monster who made her people bleed. To survive him, she’ll have to become something worse. Princess Maris Corvin of Aradal has spent her life blessing soldiers in a holy war against the werewolves of Tharros. When a fragile peace is finally brokered, the price is her hand—and her freedom. Sent to the cliff-carved fortress of Fenrith Keep as bride and hostage to the infamous Werewolf King, Rhael Vargan, Maris expects a barbarian beast. Instead she finds a ruthless, war-broken king, a court ruled by teeth and loyalty, and a bond of blood-and-moon magic that refuses to let her forget she is no longer entirely human… or entirely his enemy. As Maris navigates a brutal new world of pack law, shifting alliances, and howling moons, she uncovers a darker truth: the war was never just between humans and wolves. Something ancient and hungry stirs beneath the ravaged border known as the Wound, and it is feeding on their hatred. With fanatics in her homeland calling for her death and Rhael’s own people divided over their human queen, Maris must decide where her loyalty truly lies. Because if she and Rhael cannot learn to trust the bond that ties them together, the next war won’t just burn their kingdoms. It will wake the Red Warden—and devour them all.

After two years of development, my game finally launched successfully. My wife had promised me a $75,000 bonus, but instead, she gave the entire $750,000 payout to her male secretary, Wayne. All she tossed me was a $50 grocery coupon. "You're just a stay-at-home husband," she said casually. "You don't spend much. Go buy some groceries and cook dinner." I stared at her in disbelief. "That money is for our son's transplant surgery," I said. "If it's delayed for even a few days, he'll die." Her expression did not change. "He's weak. If he dies, he dies," she said flatly. "At least you won't bring any more bad luck into the office and pass it on to Wayne." She turned away, her tone instantly brightening as she talked about taking Wayne out that night to celebrate with a lavish dinner worth tens of thousands of dollars. In that instant, my heart froze. She had forgotten one thing. The game might be registered under her name, but I still held the core encryption key. I picked up the phone and called a rival company. "You've been trying to get Genyxis's core technology for a long time, haven't you?" I asked calmly. "All I want is $75,000, and it’ll be yours.”