Vantablack Crown

In the kingdom of Elyria, Crown Prince Atlas Mavros is every woman’s fantasy, devastatingly handsome, powerfully built, and destined for the throne. Ladies flock to his balls and royal dinners, desperate for a single glance from the golden prince who sets hearts racing. But Atlas has never wanted them. Not their soft curves. Not their eager touches. Until the day his carriage passes a garden and his gaze locks on Jacob, a breathtaking foreign farmer with sun-kissed skin, lean muscle, and so beautiful. One look at those strong hands of his ignites a strong desire in Atlas for the first time in his life. What starts as forbidden glances quickly spirals into secret meetings, stolen kisses that burn hotter than sin, and passionate nights where Atlas finally surrenders to the man who makes him feel alive. Jacob’s touch sets him on fire, his quiet strength becomes Atlas’s only peace, and their love grows fierce, addictive, and impossible to hide. But in Elyria, loving another man is treason. When Atlas’s jealous younger brother Gaius uncovers their affair, he unleashes a ruthless plot of blackmail, betrayal, and blood-soaked ambition to steal the crown. Torn between duty and devastating passion, Atlas must choose: the throne he was born to rule… or the farmer who now owns his heart, body, and soul. Because some desires are worth burning kingdoms for. Will Atlas risk everything for the man who awakened him or will he lose Jacob forever to the weight of a crown? Read on to find out!

Lucille believed her family was perfect: a loving husband, a thriving business and a wonderful son until it all came crashing on her birthday and anniversary. Her best friend Her husband Making out and plotting to kill not just her but her son as well. Everything was a lie. A well crafted mask her husband and best friend has put in front of their faces. An attempt to end her son's life was the final straw. She needed revenge. She needed to get them for what they had done but it was harder than she thought it could be. Then enters her nemesis, Giovanni King Russo. A man that shook the city and everyone who heard his name including Lucille but he needed her help and she needed his as well. A deal to help each other was the plan. But why did it seem Giovanni wasn't here for something simple? Her life or something she couldn't give?

Aethelfrith is a half blooded vampire and the crown prince of the Vampire realm. Aethelfrith is asked to come back home by his father to marry his Betrothed Crimson but what will happen when Aethelfrith has already entered a love forbidden by his Realm with a lady called Tyramon. why is Tyramon and Aethelfrith love forbidden? How will Aethelfrith manage his Triangle? will Aethelfrith fulfill his desire and Love for Tyramon? or will he fulfill his duties and marry his Betrothed Crimson? what will Aethelfrith decision bring to the realm? so much love, betrayal, deception, anger and might I add Revenge all in one Realm.

The night the Crown Pack invades, Emereah Blade’s world is obliterated. Once the proud princess of the Crescent Silver Moon Fang Pack, she watches in horror as her father—the Alpha King—is slaughtered before her eyes, his lifeblood staining the throne he once ruled. Her people are shackled, reduced to little more than pawns in a war they never saw coming. Emereah, the daughter of a fallen king, is marked not as royalty but as a slave. Emereah is no ordinary captive. Her beauty is both a curse and a weapon—goddess-like, ethereal, and capable of bringing even the strongest men to their knees. It is that very beauty that captures the attention of Vladimir Crown, heir to the Red Crescent Moon Pack—a man who is ruthless and untouchable, as dangerous as he is devastatingly handsome. Stripped of everything, Emereah burns with the fire of vengeance. But fate is a cruel puppeteer, twisting her path in ways she never imagined. Vladimir, drawn to the defiant fire in her eyes, claims her as his personal servant—a choice that sends shockwaves through the pack and awakens a storm of fury in his future Luna, Alexandria Reeve. The throne is her destiny, and Vladimir is hers. Yet as she watches his gaze linger too long on the woman who should be beneath him, jealousy twists into something far darker. Emereah battles the impossible: a dangerous attraction to the very man she should despise, rivalry that could cost her life, and a hunger for vengeance that refuses to die. When love and hatred blur, when desire and destruction entwine, and when the ghosts of the past rise demanding justice, will Emereah rise from the ashes and reclaim her destiny? Or will she be consumed by the very forces that seek to own her?

Sacrificing for the man you love was one of Kaelen's motto's until she got slapped in the face and humiliated publicly by her mate getting himself a concubine. Disregarding her feelings, he broke her but she knew she could not give up. She was a warrior and the pride of the packs. Kaelen planned to get it all back but the moon goddess had a different plan. Kaelen is blessed with a second mate, not one but four times the offer to the four most feared and respected men of the werewolf packs, the Formidable four. Alphas that could not be crossed. With them by her side, nothing could go wrong until it did. Secrets, enemies and a ploy to destroy revolved around their union. Who stands tall at the end was only for the strong hearted. Or maybe not.

After the brutal assassination of her parents, and loss of powers Sera is kept alive by promises: a future throne, a loyal uncle, and faith that her time will come. But on the day she is meant to be crowned, everything is taken from her. Her body is broken. Her crown is stolen. Stripped of her birthright, Sera is forced into a marriage with Alpha Alaric of Wolf Noir—the feared shadow commander rumored to have slaughtered his own blood Before she can even stand beside him, Sera must survive the Ritual of Shadows—a night meant to break the weak. Instead, it awakens something deadly within her.

I only wanted to survive senior year. Keep my head down, graduate, and leave Blackthorne Academy behind. But the moment I stepped through its iron gates, I became prey. The Academy is wrong in every way—no mirrors in the dorms, wolves howling during study hall, and strict orders to never leave your room on red moon nights. And then there are the four Alphas who have marked me with their eyes, their obsession, and their danger. Ronan Veyr, the storm-eyed heir destined for the crown, who recoils at my touch yet can’t seem to stay away. Cassian Drax, the golden boy trickster whose dangerous smile hides a ruthless streak. Malachai Frost, the untouchable prodigy who shadows me like a silent warden. And Professor Adrian Vale, the man who looks at me as if I’m a memory he can’t bury. They shouldn’t want me. I have no wolf, no pack, no power. But whispers of a legacy trail me through Blackthorne’s haunted corridors—a bloodline strong enough to crown kings… and dangerous enough to kill for. Strange visions tear through my body whenever one of them is near. My strength is rising, my secret unraveling, and I’m beginning to understand why my mother died to protect it. Because I am not wolf. I am something older. Something every Alpha was born to obey. And if I want to leave Blackthorne alive, I must decide: Will I let one of them claim me— or will I rise to command them all?

After being labeled as the fugitive who killed the vampire king's loyal escort who was actually her secret husband, Elise decided to leave the Immortal Realm for good. However, two most powerful beings from two disputing kingdoms – the alpha of Montgomery pack and the vampire crown princess of Bardovia – came begging on her feet. She could not disobey, yet their request was far too risky for her to do. With her fate tied between her choices, Elise must come up for a way to survive and to live a new life without her one great love.

Aria’s story begins in silence. On the night her child is born beneath a bleeding moon, the world does the unthinkable, the moon answers a power older than mercy and takes her baby from her arms. No prophecy offers comfort. No god explains why. There is only absence, a wound carved so deeply into Aria that something inside her hardens into resolve. She was never meant to be a vessel. In a world ruled by ancient God's, sacred pacts, and power that demands obedience, Aria uncovers a truth far more dangerous than destiny, magic does not always need to be stolen, inherited, or bargained for. Sometimes, it listens. Sometimes, it can be refused. Bound by fate to Kael, a warrior forged for war and sacrifice, Aria is drawn into a conflict far older than the kingdoms trembling in its shadow. Alongside Azrael, Matteo, and Ren, the men shaped by loyalty, loss, and violence, she stands at the center of a prophecy written to break her. The Devourer, an ancient god of control and corruption, seeks to claim Aria as its final vessel and crown her queen. It promises salvation. Restoration. Even the impossible return of what she lost. Aria refuses. At the Hollow Crown, she denies divinity itself, shattering prophecy and forcing a god to retreat. But refusal leaves echoes. Fragments of corrupted power bleed into the world, and greater eyes turn toward her defiance. As stars realign and lost sanctums awaken, forces older than Gods, the Architects, shapers of fate itself, begin to watch. Aria is no ascended queen. She is a reckoning. And the world is no longer prepared for a woman who has already lost everything, and learned how to say no.

After I was reborn, when Blake's childhood sweetheart Catherine cut a lock of my hair during a party dare — again — I didn't do what I did in my past life. I didn't shear off all her hair in front of everyone and turn her into a bald wolf. I didn't lose control and storm into the Council of Elders when Blake defended her, threatening to sever our mate bond. Instead, I calmly removed the Luna's crown from my head and placed it on Catherine's. "The crown's hers now. Have fun with her." I put on my coat and walked out of the estate without looking back. It wasn't that I wanted to bow to Catherine. But in my past life, after I severed the bond with Blake, things went horribly wrong. He threw me into a cell made of pure silver, like I was some irredeemable criminal, and left me there while the metal scorched my skin day and night. When I finally escaped, I was poisoned by a witch from a rival pack. Dying from the pain, I abandoned every shred of my dignity and crawled to the doors of the Temple of the Moon Goddess, begging him to let the witch give me the antidote. He was kissing Catherine. He didn't even tell his guards to let me in. I died from the poison — one day before my father, the Alpha King, came to find me. I refused to meet that fate again. So I was done with Blake.