Xena Dies Novels & Stories

Tied to a chair, it scraped against the concrete as Victor struggled. "Damn it, lady, I’ll give you this—you’ve got balls that even some men lack." he smiled, blood dripping from his mouth. Celestina pulled back the slide, the metallic click echoing in the quiet room as a bullet locked into place, ready to fire. She Pressed the gun to his head, "Are those your last words?" she asked coldly. ....................... How do you find peace when you're married to chaos itself? You don't. You become chaos. What would you do if your husband who murdered you and slaughtered your family proposed marriage again, and didn't recognize you? For Aria D'Amore, the answer is simple: marry him again, and make him pay for every drop of blood. When Aria is forced into a peace-treaty marriage with her family's enemy, she believes the war is over. Instead, Dante Vallenis uses their wedding celebration to massacre every D'Amore, making her watch before ordering her execution. She survives, barely, and "dies" in the eyes of the world. Eight years later, she returns as Celestina Vale, the mysterious Mistress of The Graveyard, an underground network that controls the Italian mafia through secrets and assassinations. When she manipulates her way into marrying Dante again, he doesn't recognize the stranger he's obsessed with controlling. But as she systematically destroys his empire from within, she falls for his uncle, the one man who tried to save her that night, and the one man who harbors a secret that could shatter everything she's built. So what will it be, love or revenge?

"You want to know what turns me on?" "What?" I moaned, trying to ignore the burning sensation in my body. "You" he whispered against my skin. "the way you shiver under my touch" he pressed further into my body. "The way you moan out my name" I felt him kiss the back of my ears. "Your scars" I felt him trail his tongue along the scar on my left shoulder. "Every little and fucking big thing about you,princess" he cooed, while kissing my collarbone, and if hearing all that he said didn't heat me up, his touch definitely jumpstarted me, and once again, I was a dignified burning mess for him. _____ Maya wanted nothing but peace and for all of the bullying to stop. She had a wish for the moon goddess, too, to meet her parents and ask why she was abandoned at birth. Maya was dumped at birth to a pack who had no idea who her parents were; She was raised in the monastery by the nuns who worshipped something else instead of the moon goddess. When the Alpha dies in war, things take a dark turn for everyone in the monastery, including Maya. The bullying started, and became intense when Maya clocked twenty. An attempt to escape from her pack delivers her into the Royal Pack and straight into her mate's hands. Maybe Maya would be able to find happiness at last and freedom too. One can't be too sure with figures from the past and some little spirits who wouldn't let her go. One thing is certain for Maya; things are about to get real messy.

After my fiance’s childhood friend found out I was born with a heart condition, she secretly poured a high-dose energy drink into my champagne. The moment I drank it, my heart started racing, and stabbing pain spread through my chest. In a panic, I tore open my only emergency medication, but the water I used to take it had been swapped with strong lemon water. As soon as I drank it, my face went pale. I lost all strength and collapsed to the ground. “Lemon water’s full of vitamin C. It helps with hangovers and keeps you healthy.” Charlotte Whitmore laughed so hard she nearly doubled over. With her arms crossed, she looked at my fiance, Ethan Cross, the boss of the Rolling Stones. “Ethan, your fiancee’s acting is incredible! “I’ve been a doctor for years, and I’ve never seen anyone react like this to a little champagne and lemon water.” I bit my lip until I tasted blood. The pain made my eyes sting, and I clutched Ethan’s leg. “Honey, please, call an ambulance! I can’t take it anymore…” For a moment, his expression wavered, but the guests quickly cut in. “Come on, stop pretending! Nobody dies from a bit of champagne and lemon water.” “Yeah, you’re just jealous Charlotte got promoted and didn’t want to toast to her.” Ethan’s face turned cold again. He yanked my hand off and stepped away. “Charlotte’s a doctor. You’ll be fine with her here.” I stopped begging and texted my father asking for help.

The last thing Valentina Serra sees before she dies is the crack in the ceiling above her bed. She is 45 years old. She is not unhappy. That, she realizes in the last seconds of her first life, is the most devastating thing she could say about it. She opens her eyes in a university lecture hall in Barcelona. She is 20 years old. Her notebook is open, her pen is in her hand, and she can feel — with the precision of someone who has lived an entire life — exactly how much she is about to waste if she does nothing. She does something. Armed with 25 years of memory, Valentina sets out to close every loop she left open: the military commission she dismissed, the marketing career she let others architect for her, the relationship she stayed in long past its expiry date, and the mother she visited but never truly knew. One by one, she reaches for the life she talked herself out of the first time around. But the two people closest to her — the friends who have always been there, always supportive, always first to suggest the safer, smaller option — are watching. And when Valentina begins exceeding the quiet ceiling that they built for her, Isabel and David begin to coordinate. Then there is Ethan Cole. Washington D.C. Investment sector. Five years younger, which bothered her the first time. He will walk into her life again in Barcelona, and this time Valentina already knows what the long dinner and the careful conversation and the late-night walk along the Passeig de Gràcia will mean — if she doesn't talk herself out of it. She is not going to talk herself out of it.

Every woman who marries into the Ardhana family dies on her wedding night. Alika, a quiet orphan with no memory of her past, is suddenly chosen to marry Damar Ardhana—the cold heir of a powerful bloodline surrounded by rumors, fear, and unanswered deaths. The town calls it a curse. Seven brides. Seven deaths. Always on the first night. No one survives the Ardhana wedding. Alika never believed in curses… until she wakes up inside an ancient mansion hidden in mist, standing at the altar beside a man who refuses to look at her as if she truly exists. That night, the house begins to whisper her name. Mirrors show a bride who is not her. And fragments of memories begin to surface—memories that should not belong to her. But the mansion hides more than a curse. Lazriel appears—a mysterious man who knows too much about the Ardhana bloodline and the buried Blackwell curse beneath it. He feels like a stranger, yet something inside Alika reacts as if he has always been part of her fate. And then there is Ethan. The man who protects her when the mansion turns hostile. The man who looks at her like he has lost her once before… and refuses to lose her again. Alika is trapped between three truths: a cursed husband, a man who knows her forgotten past, and a man who feels like a memory she was never meant to forget. But the deeper she searches, the more she realizes the truth—the mansion is not just cursed. It is a system. A cycle of death, memory, and reset. And Alika is not just another bride. She is the key. Because the Blackwell curse does not kill randomly. It resets everything. And this time… something inside the system is starting to remember her.

“She is our mate. We’d like to see who dares to touch her!” The words seemed to ring in the air, fierce and absolute, as if marking me with a shield stronger than any I could ever forge. In that moment, I could feel their possessiveness, their fierce loyalty weaving into a protective wall around me. My heart hammered wildly, torn between the thrill of safety and the overwhelming realization of what lay between us. That, and fear. — Fiona never asked to be different. Born an omega, she was left orphaned, only to be adopted by the Luna of a powerful pack. What should have been a blessing quickly turned into a nightmare. For years, she was tormented by four alphas—Jin, Lyn, Soren, and Kai—each stronger, fiercer, and more unrelenting than the last. Their presence became a dark shadow over her life, teaching her to live with her head bowed low and her spirit all but shattered. But when a scandal erupts, threatening the four alphas' status, they’re forced into exile, leaving Fiona in peace for the first time in years. The scandal dies down and Fiona begins to rebuild her life, free of their oppressive influence. Until one day, a revelation shakes her to the core—a destiny she never wanted, one that intertwines her with the very men she despises: she is their mate. Now, Fiona must confront the past she had tried so hard to bury and navigate an uncertain future with the four alphas who once made her life unbearable. Caught between hate, fear, and an undeniable bond, Fiona faces an impossible choice: accept the twisted fate that binds her to the alphas or risk tearing apart the fragile peace she’s finally found.

"Black Network" is a gripping urban mafia suspense novel filled with darkness, betrayal, redemption, and justice. Female protagonist Lina Rossi, a principled senior investigative journalist, digs deep into the East Dock smuggling case and becomes entangled in the Moretti family's vast black-gold empire. After being detained by mafia boss Dominic Moretti, she evolves from prey to avenger, eventually forming a life-and-death alliance with him. The story revolves around internal mafia power struggles (Dominic vs. his brother Marco and sister Valentina), brutal warfare with rival Victor Russos, corrupt political and business protection networks, and Lina’s relentless pursuit of truth. Through intense sequences—including a deadly rooftop shootout, underground escapes, emergency wound treatment in a safehouse, global fund freezes, explosive media exposés, manor bloodbaths, and a subway bomb crisis—Lina uses her journalistic logic and courage, teaming up with Dominic to dismantle the black-gold network. She ultimately detonates the bombshell report “Nova City Judgment,” triggering a city-wide anti-crime storm. Key antagonists fall one by one: Victor dies in a tunnel shootout, while Marco, Valentina, politician Davis, and others face justice in a landmark trial. Dominic confesses in court and activates a financial “dead man’s switch” to protect Lina, earning a reduced sentence. The story ends in triumphant justice: the Moretti manor is demolished, Lina becomes editor-in-chief before retiring, and Dominic is granted early release. The two reunite at sunset by the renovated old dock, walking hand-in-hand toward a peaceful, ordinary future. The novel powerfully explores how truth, redemption, and human resilience ultimately triumph over violence and corruption, proving that justice, though winding, cannot be stopped.

Cursed from birth and abandoned after her mother’s death, Princess Caralyn grows up as an outsider in her own royal household. Ever since she turned fifteen, every last night of the month, an uncontrollable rage consumes her, turning her into something feared and locked away. And on one last day of the month, fate brings her face-to-face with the most powerful man in the lycan world: Riccardo DeSantis, the Supreme Ultima who rules all wolf-kind with unquestioned authority. Cold, feared, and ruthless, he has buried his heart since the violent loss of his mate. When Caralyn’s curse spirals out of control, and she attacks him, Riccardo does the impossible. He touches her and sucked out her rage, binding their lives together in a way neither of them understands. Her only dream of escape dies when her mate is taken from her by death. Desperate to escape a forced marriage, Caralyn makes a reckless choice that ties her body, and her fate, to Riccardo’s. What begins as a moment of desperation grows into something far more dangerous: longing, attachment, and love neither of them is prepared to face. But loving the Supreme Ultima comes at a terrible cost. When peace finally seems possible, the past rises from the dead, revealing a horrifying truth. Guilt, loss, and fear drive Caralyn to flee, setting off a chain of tragedies that threatens to shatter what little remains of their love. As enemies emerge from the shadows and betrayals cut deeper than claws, Caralyn must decide whether she is truly a curse or something far more powerful. And Riccardo must choose between the ghosts of his past and the woman who has already survived hell for him.

Prologue “Who are you? What have you done to me? And why is my blood on your lips?” Isabella backed away, trembling. Arseñio’s eyes gleamed. “From east to west, north to south—you are mine, Isabella Young. Bound to me for eternity. The moment I bred you, you became mine. I, Arseñio Dicaprio, claim you as my mate.” --- War, sex, and killing—that’s what makes him stronger. Feared across all realms, Arseñio is more than an Alpha. He’s a cursed beast, born of a witch mother and doomed to destroy any woman he touches. Every lover dies from his supernatural strength—until her. Isabella Young is a 26-year-old soldier, forced into the military by her father, General Emilio Young. Her true dream? To become a wolf hunter. But Emilio forbade it. “No blood of mine will do something so vile,” he had shouted, slamming his fist, threatening to disown her. Out of loyalty, Isabella obeyed. She trained hard and earned her sergeant rank. But six months later, her father died of cancer. Free from duty, she resigned and pursued her forbidden dream—hunting wolves—unaware of the truth: she was one of them. Her transformation was delayed. Hidden. But it began the night she moved to Melbourne and met him—at a club, during a wild night out with friends. He saw her. She saw him. One look was all it took. They shared a night of wild passion. Then she shifted—her first transformation—and realized the terrifying truth. He wasn’t just any man. He was The Alpha Beast. And he had fed on her blood.

My family owned Belgard Estate, a historic wine property that had recently gone viral after serving as the backdrop for a series of advertisements and product livestreams. On one occasion, my butler and I could not even enter the grounds. Influencers crowded the entrance, phones raised, security overwhelmed. My fiancée apologized. "The mayor wanted to borrow the estate, dear. I couldn't tell him no," she said. "Just bear with it for a while, okay? Once the trend dies down, I'll have them all cleared out. Trust me." I trusted her. I never raised the issue again. Some time later, my grandfather prepared to celebrate his 90th birthday. I returned to the estate to retrieve our finest vintage for the occasion, only to find myself nearly crushed by a shrieking crowd packed outside the gates. I slipped away and made my way to the back entrance after someone in the crowd called me a "free-riding bum." Bewildered, I was ready to present proof of ownership when a woman shouted over the noise, "Didn't you hear? Miss LePenn has already announced that Belgard Estate has been given to Jacques Martin! I don't care how big a fan you are of him. You still have to buy a ticket to see him like the rest of us!" I stood there, stunned. Jacques? The first man I had ever allowed to use this estate for a product livestream? It belonged to him now? And since when had Sylvia become the mistress of this place? Since when did she even have a boyfriend? Enough was enough. It was time to bring these people's business with Belgard Estate to an end.