Seventh Manga Novels & Stories

It was right before the Full Moon Gala for our seventh mating anniversary. My fated mate, Alpha Caleb, pinned me against the wall for a deep kiss. His large hands roamed my body, eyes burning with lust. He almost couldn't resist stripping me naked right then and there. Blushing, I pushed him away. "We have the Full Moon Gala to attend. How can they start without the Alpha and Luna?" He let me go reluctantly, wrapping an arm around my waist as we headed to the venue. Seeing the hickey on my neck, his Beta, Marco, smirked and asked him in the pack's obscure old Lycan tongue. "Alpha, who's hotter in bed? The Luna or your new Omega assistant?" Caleb casually handed me a pastry, then carelessly replied in the old Lycan tongue. "That Omega is so tight she drives me fucking crazy. But keep your mouths shut. If the Luna finds out, she'll leave me. Her temper is fiercer than that Omega's body." His Beta and Gamma chuckled, promising to keep their Alpha's secret. I stood right there, while my inner wolf let out a mournful whimper. Caleb had no idea. To help him run the pack better, I had pored over ancient texts and mastered their secret tongue long ago. I also knew long ago that he had an Omega mistress. But I didn't cry or throw a fit. I simply submitted an application to the Hidden Sanctuary of the Supreme Healers' Council in silence. In three days, I would do exactly what he feared. I would sever our mate bond completely and leave his territory forever.

It’s been two years since Kenzo was forcibly claimed by an elvish prince. Since then, a clear divide has been created among the elf factions - those who believe that only mates should be allowed to claim a dragon and those who believe that anyone should be allowed to claim them. Dragons are no longer safe, being hunted and ambushed by elvish troupes who want them. These elves do not care about mate bonds, nor do they care that the hybrid dragons are still children in their human form. They only care about the power that being a dragon rider brings them. These troupes are no longer permitted to attend the academy. Kenna is a hybrid, part fire dragon, part Lycan. She got her mother’s fire dragon gene as her primary gene, so she has a dragon form. Kenna has known for years that the elf king, Yhendorn, is her mate. He has waited years for her to mature in her human form to claim her dragon properly. Now, Kenna is nearly eighteen, and she knows that Yhendorn will be coming for her. Yhendorn is leading the battle against the elf factions who try to force dragons into unbonded claims. He disagrees with how some elves claim dragons, taking them away from their fated mates. While he battles to bring an end to the improper dragon claims, he knows that the time for him to claim his dragon is quickly approaching. Will Yhendorn finally be able to claim his fire dragon? Will Kenna submit and join Yhendorn on his quest to change the elvish laws? Can the two of them fight together to bring the change that is so desperately needed between the dragons and the elves? Find out in this seventh installment of the Elemental Dragon series.

A Slave. A King. A Coward. A god. 6 kingdoms. Arlankis, Kronos, Mrygyan, Summer Isle, the Free Nation, and Vilandres. The Great War had men triumphing over dragons. Victory brought greed and cruelty. Men became scheming kings creating a chasm between nobles and common people, bringing back division and slave trades. Slave and hot-headed, Mare’s only claim in life is that she is a dragon lord, an untested claim, and as such has been chosen to unseat the cruel king of fantastical Arlankis, becoming a hero. A hero without a proven claim. When her attempt at heroism, assassinating the king, goes horribly wrong, she becomes the king’s slave, chosen to please his sexual demands. Her actions also condemns her friends and people to a horrible fate. Her journey is only beginning when an incident proves that she is indeed a dragon lord, able to command a surviving dragon of the war. This changes everything. Vallezarii, king of Arlankis marries her to give him dragon heirs. But she is not the only dragon lord. Perci, the king’s heir, has secrets of his own. He is a dragon lord. Like Mare, he seeks to unite the 6 kingdoms again. The true prophecy: A hero will arise to unite the kingdoms under dragons. Who becomes a hero? Mare or Perci? Challenges arise. First came love: Mare and Perci are bound by their blood and desires. Mutual hate becomes more. The consequence of their affair is disastrous. Then came betrayal: Dragons rise again. Thirst for power is once again unquenchable. Men want to rise with dragons, doing anything– even betraying kin, to dine with a dragon lord. Then the mystery: A seventh kingdom. The Dragon Seat. People who seek to suppress dragon dynasty. The opposition are the mysterious descendants of dragon lord.

In this canal town, if a guy wants to woo his sweetheart, he needs to build a boat with his own hands and make it his wedding boat. On my seventh year dating anniversary, my boyfriend, Declan Johnson, hosts a launch ceremony for his new boat. Those who are present at the ceremony cheer loudly. I can feel my heart beating wildly in my chest. When I'm about to board the boat, I hear Declan's friend murmuring to him, "Are you seriously giving the boat to Paige? Aren't you worried that Raelynn might pick a fight with you?" "Precisely! Raelynn is a temperamental one! What if you crossed a line?" The next moment, Declan's voice rings out—casual yet confident. "No way. Raelynn is completely wrapped around my finger. After all, she's madly in love with me. Besides, in this town, the fact that a woman doesn't get married by the age of 28 makes her a hag. There's no way she has the guts to start anything. "At the end of the day, I'm giving Raelynn a marriage certificate and Paige a wedding boat. This is a fair decision. In a way, it… it helps me to put an old regret to rest." So, Declan still has regrets just by marrying me, huh? Apparently, I'm also wrapped around his finger, and I'll become a hag soon. Those words hurt my ears. My throat closes up slightly, but I don't cry at all. Instead, I pull out my phone and send a text. "I'll listen to you, Mom. Since I'm already 28 years old, I'm no longer waiting for him."

At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, I noticed something strange. My best friend, Darren Blackburn, who had always been single, had suddenly changed his profile picture to a couple’s photo. "So you’ve been hiding a girlfriend from me?" I joked with a grin. "When are you bringing her around? I should at least meet her and make sure she’s good enough for you." He just smiled and shook his head, brushing it off. "Not yet," he said. "It’s not the right time." Then Deanna Cunningham, my wife’s voice called out from the kitchen, "Babe, come help me tie my apron." I hadn’t even pushed my chair back yet when Darren was already on his feet, jogging over. He stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and tied the apron strings for her. I froze where I stood. Seeing the look on my face, he quickly tried to explain, "I’m just used to helping out at home. My mom’s always bossing me around. It’s basically muscle memory. Don’t read into it." I didn’t argue or make a scene. I kept my expression neutral and carried on with the dinner as if nothing had happened. Only after all the guests had left did I turn to Deanna, who was clearing the table, and say calmly, "Let’s get a divorce." She slammed the dishes down with a loud crash and glared at me. "Seriously? Over something like that? Just because he tied my apron once?"

The woman Lucas Kingston kept by his side was pregnant. When I found out, I was shocked to realize that she was just as far along as I was. In front of me, she gently caressed her rounded belly before settling herself onto Lucas’s lap. "I heard that Miss Carter’s equestrian skills rival those of men. I’m quite curious and would love to see it for myself. Lucas, could you ask her to give us a demonstration? “If she manages to please me…" She leaned in closer to him, her voice seductive. "Tonight, you can have whatever you want." Lucas’s gaze turned icy as it landed on me. Though he said nothing, everyone present understood his intent. My face drained of color as I pleaded desperately, "Lucas, please don’t do this! I’ll lose the baby!" Laughter rippled through the crowd, while Lucas merely looked at me with disdain. "If you lose it, you can always have another. Now get on the horse! If you can’t entertain her properly, don’t even think about leaving this racetrack tonight!" The moment his words left his mouth, several people grabbed me and forced me onto the saddle. The startled horse reared and took off in a frenzy. Every jolt sent unbearable pain through my abdomen. I glanced back. From the viewing platform, the two of them were already locked in a passionate embrace. Clutching the reins with all my strength, I forced a bitter smile. This was the seventh time. And the last. From that moment on, I would never humiliate myself for anyone again.

On the day of my seventh wedding anniversary, my husband's lover gave my son a pet cat. My pregnancy made me allergic to cat fur, and rashes appeared all over my body. Sensing that it might lead to a miscarriage, I told my son to return the cat. "I'm keeping it!" my five-year-old son, Zachary, protested. He pushed me and said, "I hate having you as my mom! I want Aunt Lynn to be my mom!" My husband, Quinton Locke, tore into me. "Why did you have to develop an allergy now, out of all times? Is your jealousy blinding you to the point where you won't even consider your son 's feelings? You're being unreasonable!" He carried Zachary up and left with the cat. They had eschewed me in favor of Lynn Shelbert, Quinton's lover and the 'apple of his eye'. I collapsed on the ground, watching as blood began to soak my pants. At that moment, I knew I had suffered a miscarriage. I felt an unimaginable pain while I was in the hospital. My husband and son went traveling with Lynn, resembling a happy family of three. Lynn sent me a message. [Do you know why Quinton married you even though he's hopelessly in love with me? Well, I wanted a son and a daughter, but I didn't want to bear the risks that come with pregnancy. It's a shame you had a miscarriage.] Despair engulfed me that very instant. I hired a lawyer to prepare the divorce papers and took a flight back to my hometown. My sole wish was to never see Quinton and Zachary again.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” A soft murmur reached Sierra’s ears as she closed her eyes. “Is there another way?” “You’ve already heard what the doctor said about Callie’s condition, right? There’s no other way, Sierra.” Axton lifted his head from the crook of Sierra’s neck. “So, let’s get this done now and give me the money according to our deal,” Sierra said confidently while giving him a long kiss. *** Sierra signed an agreement to become a surrogate mother for her best friend, Callie, who couldn’t get pregnant by herself due to lupus. As part of the arrangement, Sierra would receive compensation, which she planned to use to pay off the debt left by her bastard father. Unfortunately, after they finalized the agreement, Callie was declared unable to produce eggs for fertilization. In the end, the only solution rested with Sierra. Callie asked her best friend to sleep with her husband so they could have a child together, a baby that would be raised as Axton and Callie’s own. Having no other choice, she slept with her boss, who also happened to be her best friend’s husband, and eventually became pregnant with his child. However, tragedy struck when Callie fell seriously ill during Sierra’s seventh month of pregnancy and passed away. So, what happens next? What will happen to Sierra and the baby she is pregnant with? What if there are many hidden truths between them? What if Sierra and Axton had a connection in the past before Axton married Callie? What if Axton and Callie’s relationship was built on a web of lies that Callie kept hidden? As secrets from their pasts begin to unravel, how will Sierra and Axton face the future?

I've stood before a priest and sworn my vows to the same man seven times. And for the seventh time, I've signed divorce papers in front of the family lawyer. At our first wedding, the youngest Capo of the Throne family held my hand and promised, "From this day forward, my life is yours and yours alone." But whenever his childhood sweetheart stirred up trouble and needed his protection, Carter's vow to me would conveniently become a sanctuary for her. "Tessa's in trouble again, Maeve. For your own safety, we have to get a divorce for now." The first time I was forced to divorce, I threatened him with the honor of our families' alliance, even vowing to expose his betrayal at a family gathering. His men dragged me out of the manor. The third time I signed the papers, I humbled myself, sneaking into the family's private club just to catch a glimpse of him from afar. By the sixth time, I had learned to quietly pack my few belongings in this house of lies, without putting up a fight. My breakdowns and desperate, undignified attempts to save us were only ever met with Carter's reliable promise to remarry me, just before another round of the divorce game he played for Tessa's sake. Until this time. After hearing Tessa was returning to New York from Italy, I didn't wait for Carter to speak. I placed the signed divorce papers in his study myself. Just like always, he casually set a date for our remarriage. But he didn't know that day was the day I would disappear from his world forever.

“Where should I place it, my lord?” I asked quickly.” Then he stepped out of the water. Naked. My breath left my body. My legs went weak. He wrapped his towel around his waist, and looked at me calmly. “Why are you shaking?” he asked. “Never seen a naked man before?” I had, but never like this. His body was... stunning. Muscles sculpted, skin smooth, a sight to behold. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Norah of Blackwood was meant to be the seventh wife to a monstrous King. But she didn't just say no, she insulted the Almighty King in front of his entire court, choosing a beggar’s life over his rotting bed. Infuriated by her public defiance, the Alpha King didn't just exile her, he sent assassins to bring back her head in a silent kill. Now, Norah is a ghost. Disguised as a boy named Asher, she has fled to the Great Wall, a brutal fortress of demon hunters where women are strictly forbidden. Discovery means death, but the real danger isn't the King’s blades, it’s the man in charge. Lord Draven is a lethal commander with mismatched eyes and a presence that sets Norah’s blood on fire. In this world of men, Norah is fighting a losing battle against her own body. Every look from Draven triggers a sexual heat she can’t explain and an obsession that threatens to shatter her cover. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Norah finds herself trapped in Draven’s private chambers, intoxicated by wine and a hunger that defies her disguise. Between wine-stained lips and a forbidden touch, she is playing a lethal game: Keep her identity hidden, or succumb to the Alpha who wants to claim every inch of the woman he hasn't realized is there.