Fantasy Books for Women
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Vampire's Angel
Xavier is unknown to his powers but when he collides with someone who can suck his powers, he senses she is harming him unknowingly. But, how will Xavier save himself from Angelina when it was only her who saved him all the time from everything? Angelina is a guardian angel of Xavier and she is trying her best to save him but to save him from a Succubus, she had to sacrifice someone's life on it. Whom will she chose? Herself or Him?/0/82380/coverorgin.jpg?v=3ef68bafe9a1b8c7bc88c1f27bf1f037&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Master of Illusions: Unveiling the Truth
I lay dying on the cold Chicago asphalt, Nightfall's attack tearing through me. My last hope, the Heartstone Amulet, was clutched in my hand, meant for Mark, our fallen leader, the one the Order truly needed. Then Olivia, the orphaned girl I' d raised and loved like a sister, knelt beside me. I gasped, holding out the Amulet: "Give it to Mark, he needs it!" Her hand reached for it… and then tightened, not gently, but with a bone-chilling strength. She ripped the Amulet from my grasp. "I need him to live, Ethan!" she whispered, her eyes fixed solely on Mark. She scrambled away, leaving me to the cold embrace of death as she revived him. She never looked back. The betrayal, from her, was a physical blow, worse than any wound. My selflessness, my sacrifice… wasted on a fool. It wasn't for the Order, but her desperate desire for him. Mark always got what he wanted. How could I have been so blind, so utterly foolish, to die for someone who could betray me with such chilling indifference? But then, darkness faded into a blinding flash. I stood, years earlier, in the grimy Chicago alley where I'd first found Olivia. The skirmish was ending, she was there, injured. Before, I would have rushed to her side, full of compassion. But this time, I felt nothing but ice. I remembered. And this time, the illusionist would play a different game./0/69078/coverorgin.jpg?v=3adc49de96dc2e8750c7aedab90c98d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth of the primordial sovereign
In a world where cultivation defines one's destiny, Makoto awakens from the brink of death in a shattered body that barely clings to life. Stripped of his strength, his meridians broken, and his cultivation abolished, Makoto faces a cruel reality-a life of weakness in a sect that prizes power above all else. But Makoto is no ordinary cultivator. Unbeknownst to the world, he is the reincarnation of an ancient being, the creator of all martial and cultivation techniques. Once a sovereign who stood at the pinnacle of existence, his soul now resides in a body far weaker than any he has ever known. His memories are fragmented, his power sealed by enemies who sought to destroy him. As Makoto struggles to piece together the truth of his past and the betrayal that led to his downfall, he discovers that the world he once ruled now clings to mere echoes of his original techniques. With nothing but his boundless knowledge and indomitable will, he sets out to reclaim his strength, restore his cultivation, and uncover the conspiracy that shattered his life. But Makoto's path is fraught with danger. In a sect teeming with deceit and ambition, powerful enemies lurk in the shadows, while the remnants of his forgotten past threaten to resurface. Can Makoto rise once more to the summit of the cultivation world, or will the forces that sealed him away succeed in erasing him forever? This is a tale of rebirth, redemption, and the relentless pursuit of power. The creator has returned, and his second ascension will shake the heavens./0/83679/coverorgin.jpg?v=91ce2ee0262e666251ef82ced8c61ef0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Wife's Unseen Vengeance
My name is Elena. Or it was. Now, I am just a cold memory clinging to our lake house in the Adirondacks. For three years, I' ve watched the garden turn wild, a monument to my forgotten life. Then, an expensive black SUV crunched up the gravel driveway, instantly recognizable as Liam' s. Liam, my husband, stepped out, a stranger in a tailored suit, here for one twisted reason. He was here to force me to give Chloe, his mistress, a kidney. He strutted around, assuming I had simply run away, hiding out of spite. He didn' t know Chloe had already put me in the ground, just feet from our home. He muttered insults about me, calling me lazy, unfocused, nothing like "Chloe." He stormed the house, yelling for me to end my "stupid game," oblivious to my spectral presence. Even when Marcus, our kind handyman, told him I was dead, Liam laughed it off. He dismissed it as another one of my "dramatic tricks," then kicked over the crude wooden cross marking my unmarked grave. His final threat, shouted at empty air, was against our son, Leo, if I didn't appear. I, a helpless ghost bound by love and rage, could only watch this desecration, unable to scream or stop him. It was then, as the cross splintered, that the blinding memory of my death returned, sharp and clear. Chloe, the woman Liam believed, the one he openly preferred, was the architect of my end. She pushed me from the balcony, watched me fall, then paid two local thugs to finish the job. They dragged my broken body into the woods and buried me alive, right here, next to the house. Now, Liam is here, digging with a shovel, convinced he's exposing a charade. But what he's about to unearth isn' t a trick; it' s the brutal, physical proof of a murder he was too blind to see. And the dark truth of his perfect Chloe./0/83680/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9ae7a7d095ff520a4bb33e836cae20d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Oath of Blood, Price of Lies
My tribe was facing ruin, pushed to the brink by a relentless logging corporation. Desperate, I turned to the only person powerful enough to help: Caleb Thorne, the man I once loved. He welcomed me, listened to my pleas, and for a fleeting month, he gave me hope. But it was all a cruel illusion. One night, he cornered me, his eyes blazing with fury, and accused my people of murdering his sister years ago. He knew our secrets, our sacred blood. My oath, meant to protect my tribe, sealed my lips, even though I knew the truth-we had saved his sister. So, he made me his slave. He drained my blood monthly, used my bone marrow, and made me serve his cruel "wives." I was a ghost, dying slowly, my very essence being consumed for a crime I didn't commit. He watched me endure unspeakable pain, never once believing my innocence. How could the man I loved, the boy who once saw wonder in me, become such a monster? Would his thirst for vengeance truly consume me before the truth ever saw the light of day?/0/82059/coverorgin.jpg?v=22b8f70b5aa3447428f226a20938b1c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn in Havenwood: A Preserver's Revenge
The scent of woodsmoke and damp earth was the first sensation I knew. Then, memory, sharp and cruel, flooded back: Sadie' s smile, Beau' s laugh, and my wagon, piled with preserves, tipping violently. I sat bolt upright in my Havenwood bed, not the ravine, bathed in spring sunlight. My nightmare first life was over; I was reborn. My childhood friend, Sadie, had always eyed my jam-making skill with dark envy. I simply created art from local flora using family recipes. Sadie desperately coveted the Harvest Festival Championship, town admiration, and shallow Beau Sterling. I innocently revealed the legend that the champion marries Beau, which Sadie ruthlessly exploited. Sadie, manipulative and ambitious, conspired with Beau to sabotage my wagon, staging an "accident." They left me for dead, shattering my dreams and existence for hollow prestige and a fleeting title. The betrayal, from my best friend and the admired man, was a venomous sting, worse than any physical pain. How could they be so cruel, so consumed by ambition, just to destroy my life? Now, breathing crisp Vermont air, I was alive and remembered everything. My former kindness was gone, replaced by cunning forged in betrayal's fire. This time, I would protect myself and Havenwood from such insidious people. My first move was clear: Sadie./0/82708/coverorgin.jpg?v=85d423139f641ccfe35c74d60ce76f02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of a False Hero
Ethan Miller possessed a secret gift: blood that could heal any wound, reverse any sickness. In a past life, he used it to save Bree Vanderbilt, a beautiful socialite paralyzed from the waist down. The Vanderbilts had promised him immense wealth and marriage, but Bree, fixated on her "hero" boyfriend, Chad Kensington, turned her back on Ethan once healed. When Chad supposedly died searching for a cure, Bree, consumed by twisted grief, forced Ethan to try and revive him, draining him relentlessly. Ethan died right there, exhausted from the futile attempt, unmourned by Bree, who only had eyes for her lost Chad. It was only after his death that the bitter truth emerged: Chad wasn't a hero or a martyr; he was a cheat, murdered by a jealous husband. Ethan had died for nothing, for a woman who mourned a liar and a scoundrel. The betrayal, the pain, the utterly pointless sacrifice-every agonizing detail burned into his soul. Then, with a gasping breath, he woke up, the sterile scent of his family' s hidden clinic sharp in his nostrils. It was the exact day Eleanor Vanderbilt was scheduled to bring her paralyzed daughter, Bree, for his assessment. This time, things would be different./0/84331/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffe0ef0f935e9b22fd4f4ab2f8b13184&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of Compassion
My world shattered in the sterile hallway of the city hospital. Director Anderson told me the permanent nursing position, my dream job, went to Nicole Chavez. Why? Because my husband, Matthew, had advocated for Nicole, a "struggling single mother," on compassionate grounds. The cold dread that settled in my stomach was utterly familiar; it was the same feeling I had in my last life. In that life, I had gone home, cried, got pregnant, and was later laid off, only to watch my husband hold Nicole' s hand at my funeral and my child call her "mom." A physical rage burned through me, fueled by the memory of utter betrayal. But this time, I wasn' t going home to cry; I was reborn at the exact moment the betrayal began./0/35340/coverorgin.jpg?v=effdec50657415e5193118217a4a2d4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Witch And The Dragon Clan
Anastasia would never had believe that dragons were real, until a blue eye guy appeared into her life with the most unrealistic story ever. Not only did he say dragons were real, but that they become men by night and dragon by day. And now, she's the witch the dragon clan has been searching and waiting for...., for over a decade. The only way the spell could be broken was for Anastasia to travel back in time, to unleash her full power with the help of Arkalis her Ancestors. But What Anastasia didn't know is that to break the spell she had to pay a heavy and costly price. Her life or her newly found lover… (Christian, the blue eye guy)/0/86603/coverorgin.jpg?v=e03f8711d5d3551ca46743c84f42cb31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth: A Sister's Betrayal
The sound of the front door opening was a nightmare come true-my younger sister, Emily, stood there, not alone, but holding a baby in a cheap pink blanket. "Surprise! Meet Leo. He' s the newest addition to the Miller family legacy," she announced, her voice sickeningly carefree, echoing the very words that had derailed my life in a past I' d already lived. My blood ran cold; this exact moment, this casual act of irresponsibility, had led directly to my death before. My parents, blinded by affection, embraced the child and Emily' s monstrous lie, turning their backs on my desperate pleas for reason. Consumed by a terrible sense of déjà vu, I remembered the blinding pain, the darkness that consumed me when Emily, armed with one of my own sculptures, ended my previous life for simply asking her to be responsible. But this time, I wouldn't be the martyr-this time, the cycle would break, and Emily would pay.'/0/20740/coverorgin.jpg?v=baeb52d8ad8a90fc91a19910338a6a6e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Guardians Life and Death
In a world where mankind lives between good and bad, there are hidden secrets that can neither be explained nor understood. Unbeknownst to human, there are strange creatures who live in the world they live in. To socialize and live normally like a normal human. They are on a mission with the people. Help and protect humanity, and keep the balance of nature by reclaiming the souls of the deceased. Elize, a cool undercover woman will cause them headaches and test their patience. How can Lucian, the Guardian Angel, protect Elize if she is not afraid to die? What must Dark, an Angel of Death, do to stop her from being added to the list of troubled souls who have caused them to suffer for thousands of years. What happens if, Aza, one of the fallen angels, the Angel of Mischief, intervenes. How can both Guardians fulfil their mission if Elize is obstinate and Aza meddle?/0/22687/coverorgin.jpg?v=b554a2e05fb7a09d378eb503df271171&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadowed Creatures
Avalon Taylor is one of the best Hunters that has graduated from the academy in a century. But when her past life collides with her new she realises that the world was not so full of darkness as she was lead to believe. Are the true monsters those who have raised her for the last 10 years? Her fate is entwined with another, will she find out the truth of her parents death before the world of creatures is snuffed out forever?/0/82386/coverorgin.jpg?v=06bbeb3dd250b0b01ec0f4033595dcc1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Thirty-Six Hours To Save Her
I woke up to a familiar, cheap motel ceiling. Today was the day Chloe and I were supposed to elope. But this wasn' t just any morning. I'd lived this day before. Ten years ago, on this exact date, Chloe died saving me in a fatal car crash. Now, I'm back, haunted by a chilling ultimatum: "Thirty-six hours. Three deepest regrets. Fix them, or she stays dead." The weight of a future where Chloe was miserable, her dreams crushed, hangs heavy. I watch her vibrant, younger self, unaware of the gilded cage her life will become. Her dismissive words cut, knowing the simmering unhappiness beneath them. She' s walking blindly into a future controlled by her parents and a manipulative lover. How can I save her from a fate she doesn't know exists? How do I dismantle her family' s plans and expose the man she thinks she loves, without destroying her trust? My undying love for her, once a quiet ache, is now an impossible race against a ticking clock. Can I truly rewrite her destiny and allow her to become the person she was meant to be? Armed with foreknowledge and a broken heart, I embark on a desperate pilgrimage of selfless acts. I'm not trying to win her love. I'm fighting to set her free, even if it costs me everything./0/41506/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed31429d8d42bdd4b0506d467d5b9df3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Tome of Eternity
"The Tome of Eternity" is a captivating tale set in America a thousand years ago. It follows the Johnson family who stumble upon a mystical book that holds the promise of power, greatness, and immortality. Each night, the book whispers its secrets to different family members, with their daughter Emily receiving the loudest and most enticing whispers. As the family delves deeper into the book's enchantments, they discover that immortality comes with a hidden task, slowly unveiled as the story unfolds. Meanwhile, two witches named Lorelai and Justin are on their trail, seeking to obtain the book's power for themselves. The siblings use their magical abilities to track the book, creating a sense of urgency and impending danger./0/78495/coverorgin.jpg?v=5dc40103d005a81813cd48046f60d0b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Whispers Of The Forgotten Realms
When Aria Monroe steps into the towering glass empire of Vale Industries, she expects nothing more than a stressful job interview. What she doesn't expect is Darian Vale-a devastatingly handsome CEO with eyes like fire and a presence that rattles her soul. From the moment they meet, something ancient awakens between them. But Darian isn't just a billionaire with secrets. He's the last guardian of a hidden world teetering on the edge of collapse-a world Aria unknowingly belongs to. As shadowy forces rise and the veil between realms begins to tear, Aria is thrust into a world of magic, betrayal, and power that pulses in her blood. Torn between a destiny she never asked for and a love that defies fate, she must decide: Will she claim the power that was once hers... or risk everything to be with the man who tempts her soul?/0/20096/coverorgin.jpg?v=385e77f90f68df48c2edd539bc89ca8a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Creatures of the Night boxed set: Book 2 Queen of the Underworld
The universe started in darkness where light didn't exist, and that is how it will end. Chaos and suffering is what brings us together. In chaos a man will show who he really is and in suffering he will speak the truth. We are the darkness; we are the evil. But without us there is no darkness nor light./0/28532/coverorgin.jpg?v=d667be03ecc678e16ee3cb66be9291ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Masked Villain Wants to Marry Me
"You have no option but to accept my offer, Estelle," Raziel said, his eyes flashing red. Lady Vienna's only desire was to be with the story's male protagonist. Not until a mage appeared and handed her a book one day. The book, it turns out, contains the flow of her life! She even assumed she was the female lead, yet she was the story's villain! When she learns that she will be murdered by the villain, Duke Raziel, at the age of 22, she does everything she can to prevent it! She gets closer to the villain and learns his secret, which causes him to propose her a marriage contract when she discovers the truth about the male lead's actual nature. In most stories, villains are killed, the male and female leads marry, and they live happily ever after; however, Lady Vienna "Estelle" Thaleia Xaviera defies this pattern. It is up to Vienna to prevent poisonings, death threats, betrayals, and assassinations from occurring as a result of the book. "It's better to adore a villain since we know he'd do everything for you. The hero, on the other hand, would be willing to give up your life for the sake of the greater good.”/0/83040/coverorgin.jpg?v=6ecd002e709d766e65052a4d3b313e4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Downfall, Her Design
Fresh from a C-section, my baby girl Lily safe in the nursery, I awaited my husband, Mark. He was the celebrated CEO of Innovatech, our startup, built on my algorithms, his stage presence. But his arrival brought no warmth, no questions about Lily. Instead, he presented divorce papers, flatly stating his intern, Chloe, was pregnant, and he needed to protect them. The words stung deeper than surgical pain, awakening a past life memory: refusing, then dying with Lily in a "car accident" Mark orchestrated. This time, I signed. Yet, the nightmare escalated: Chloe grabbed fragile Lily, taunting me by an open window. Mark, believing her lies, had me, bleeding, dragged from the hospital. Days later, seeking my belongings, he smashed a mirror over my head, abandoning me on our doorstep. The raw betrayal, his calculated erasure of my contributions-my intellect, my love, years poured into our company-returned only with cruelty. How could he be so utterly monstrous, so blind? But this was my second chance. My precious Lily was alive, needing me. Fueled by that agonizing past and his brutal abandonment, a cold, new resolve set in. I wouldn't just survive; his spectacular downfall would be my meticulous design./0/82716/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff1a1e5069d92cbebd31d091ae78e66e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Poisoned Prophecy
My mother, Evelyn, was born deaf-mute, burdened by an ancient prophecy: she would speak three times, and disaster would follow each utterance. I, Sarah, grew up under this constant, quiet dread. The first words came when I was a teenager, a rough whisper to my father, David: "Don't go, David." Hours later, he plunged from our high-rise balcony, an "accident" that shattered our lives. But I saw the grainy security footage: Mom stood in the doorway, simply watching him fall, her face a chilling, unreadable mask. She then vanished to her hometown, Blackwood Creek, leaving me with a growing, terrible suspicion. Five years passed, my fiancé Mark brought a fragile peace, but Mom's cryptic second words to him at a public dinner reignited the whispers. The next night, Mark was climbing his balcony railing, vacant-eyed, just like Dad, saved only by his parents' timely intervention. Then, the staticky, desperate phone call: Mom's third utterance, "Sarah, listen to me. You have to get away... Mama loves you." Her voice was raw with terror, not manipulation. Moments later, the news screamer: Evelyn Hayes found dead, an apparent suicide in Blackwood Creek. Suicide? After that warning, after that desperate love? My heart screamed; the official story felt like a carefully constructed lie designed to hide something monstrous. I refused to believe it. My mother's last terrifying words, her love, and her impossible death demanded answers. Blackwood Creek held those secrets, and I swore to uncover them, no matter the cost./0/65845/coverorgin.jpg?v=655bfc2b2c15f964edea7d8528d1e07d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
