Fantasy Books for Women
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THE MERCHANT'S SECRET: My Unexpected Isekai Life
Lost, abandoned, and armed with nothing but a mysterious backpack filled with random items from Earth, Dirk Robinson Jr. awakens in the magical realm of Magixah-a land where even the weakest adventurer can wield power far beyond his meager stats. At least, that's what everyone thinks. But when a simple stall owner accidentally uncovers ancient quests, befriends powerful companions, and stumbles upon a Divine Tree thought to be long destroyed, secrets begin to unravel. As his Guardian Screen insists he's nothing special, others start to see the terrifying truth: Dirk's real power surpasses legends. Salt, pepper, chocolate bars-and a level so high it breaks the system. In a world ruled by magic and status, can a man with convenience store freebies and unknown origins change the fate of an entire realm? A hilarious, heartwarming, and action-packed portal fantasy for fans of underdog heroes, overpowered secrets, and magical mishaps./0/86222/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe70489bee65106d83c086a27a8def9a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Chance, Deadly Trap
One moment, I was just Sarah, pulling weeds from my tomato patch under the hot Nebraska sun, living the quiet farm life I' d painstakingly built. The next, a chilling wave of memory, raw and horrifying, washed over me – memories of another life, a past I' d lived and died. And with that horrific clarity, I saw him again: Mark, my husband, the man who disappeared seven years ago, now limping up our driveway, playing the pathetic, broken-down prodigal son. My heart didn't leap; it solidified into a cold, hard stone, because I remembered everything he'd done in that other life. I remembered how we' d welcomed him in, how my in-laws had drained their life savings, how I'd sold my mother's last keepsakes, all out of love and misguided pity. I remembered how he' d squandered every penny on his secret city wife and her gambling debts, then, when the money ran out, tried to sell our farm out from under us. I remembered the barn burning, the livestock screaming, the loan sharks he brought to our door, leaving us with nothing but ashes, debt, and the bitter taste of his laughter as he drove away. None of us survived that first time. Now, he was back, with the same tattered clothes and the same practiced look of sorrow, mouthing the same fake emotions: "Sarah, I finally made it home." My blood ran cold with the memory of starving in the winter, of seeing my mother-in-law cry, of the life he had so casually incinerated. I would not let it happen again. This time, I would not be the same naive country wife; I would make sure he walked into a trap of his own making, a trap from which he would never escape./0/46800/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260525155127&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to an Immortal
Ottiline Levine is a well known detective in the department of serial and violent crimes. her life was all about catching criminals until she met blade knight. Before she realized what was going on she is already married to this strange man Blade Steele is an immortal who has lived the last decade of his life trying to become human, and ottiline levine seemed like the only person that can make that possible. Just when they finally started getting together, ottiline realized that her so called rich and perfect husband might have something to do with the serial murder thar she has been investigating. Will she be able to find out the truth of their marriage? What other secrets that might destroy her marriage are left for her to find? What if she is just another of his victims?/0/84502/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204710&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Senator's Shame: A Scandal Of The Soul
My ex-fiancé, Andrew, and my sister's fiancé, Brian, were powerful men, state senator and chief of staff, constantly parading us, the last two Spirit Weavers of our tribe, as their exotic, sacred accessories. But when a corporate militia captured us in a desolate cannery, and the men we loved finally showed up, it wasn't to save us. Terrified for an ambitious intern, Molly Johns, Andrew and Brian screamed to save her, not us. Then, with cameras rolling, they participated in our brutal torture, nailing our hands to pillars, sawing off my sacred tribal tattoo, tearing my sister' s heirloom earring, and finally, spiking our feet to the ground, leaving us crippled and bleeding for our new captors. The pain was agonizing, but the betrayal cut deeper. How could the men who claimed to love us mutilate us so cruelly, casting us aside like trash for their political careers? Why did they choose that girl over us, over our ancestral land, over everything? Just as we were dragged toward a windowless van, a deafening roar filled the air: the Iron Totems MC, led by my childhood friend, Rufus, and my sister's, Caleb, crashed through the police barricade. They rescued us, but then revealed the truth: this entire nightmare was their calculated plot to expose Andrew and Brian, to free us from their poisonous control, and to finally allow us to reclaim our power./0/85441/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106210205&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Love Left for Her
The first gunshot was a flat, ugly pop. It wasn't like the movies. It just sounded wrong. I looked up from my SAT prep book, but my sister Sarah didn't even flinch. My heart hammered against my ribs. I knew this sound. I knew this exact moment. In my last life, this was when I grabbed Sarah, screaming for her to run. The second shot came, closer. I dragged her under the table, promising to protect her. The shooter found us anyway. I felt the searing pain in my shoulder. But my focus was on Sarah, bleeding from a bullet to her abdomen. I called my mother, Dr. Olivia Vance, the world-renowned neurosurgeon. "Liam? What is it? I' m busy," her voice was clipped. "Mom, it' s Sarah! She' s been shot! At the school library, there' s a shooter!" I yelled. "Don' t be ridiculous, Liam. Stop trying to get attention with these sick jokes. I' m on my way to the beach with Ethan." "It' s not a joke! Mom, please! She' s bleeding, she needs a doctor, she needs you!" But the line went dead. She had hung up on me. Sarah died in my arms, waiting for an ambulance that came too late. My family never forgave me. They looked through me, not at me. Olivia painted me as the monster. "He was jealous of her," she' d said. "He probably distracted her, kept her from hiding properly." They believed her. They always believed her. They ostracized me, the son who failed to save the perfect daughter. A few weeks later, my mother found me in the kitchen. Her eyes were hollow, dead. She held a syringe. "It should have been you," she whispered. "It' s all your fault." She plunged the needle into my neck. The world went dark. And then I woke up. I was back in the library, the SAT book open to the same page. Sarah was across from me, alive. The date on my phone confirmed it. It was the same day. Then came the pop. The first gunshot. This time, I looked at Sarah. I saw the daughter our parents adored. The girl who got everything while I got scraps. The centerpiece of the family that cast me out and left me to die. The memory of my mother' s dead eyes, the cold prick of the needle, flooded my senses. The choice was not a choice at all. It was survival. A second shot, closer this time. Sarah finally looked up, eyes wide. "Liam? What was that?" I didn' t answer. I didn't grab her hand. I didn't scream for her to hide. I stood, my chair scraping loudly. I turned my back on her. And I ran. I pushed through the heavy library doors just as the first real screams echoed down the hall. I didn' t look back. This time, I would not be the hero. This time, I would save myself./0/84346/coverorgin.jpg?v=bb819ff475302319702f8723890fd5e5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Frozen Heart, New Start
The last thing I remembered was freezing to death in my garage, alone. My fiancée, Jenny, had taken all our savings, not for us, but for her lover Mark Todd's son, Leo. She didn't even seem sad when she found me, just annoyed my death inconveniently interrupted Leo's birthday plans. I gasped, my eyes flying open to a warm morning sun in my own bed. The date on my phone was a full year before my demise. A second chance. My old auto shop teacher called, offering a full scholarship to an automotive engineering program in California. In my first life, I turned him down, sacrificing my dreams to stay with Jenny in our small Ohio town. But this time, a cold, hard resolve filled me. "I'll take it," I said, my voice firm and clear, my heart an ice block. Just then, Jenny walked in, laughing with Mark and Leo, acting like they owned my house. Leo, the spoiled kid, demanded I make him mac and cheese, and Jenny instantly defended him, whispering, "He's just a kid! Don't be so petty." I watched her doting on them, making them dinner with practiced ease, completely ignoring me and my own cold meal. Why did I let her walk all over me, drain my bank account, and destroy my future? This time, I felt nothing but a powerful decision. I was already gone. They just didn't know it yet./0/84503/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204750&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Monster in My Husband
My family keeps an ancient power, trading years of our lives for unbreakable promises. It was always a debt of the soul, always collected. When the powerful Scott family owed us, I, Sabrina, was forced to marry their heir, Ethan. But on my wedding day, his charming younger brother, Caleb, took his place, declaring his undying love. I was a naive mountain girl, completely out of my depth, and I fell for him. A year later, pregnant and blissful, I truly believed I had the perfect life. Then, my world shattered. My entire hometown, all one hundred residents, were massacred. The official story called it an accident, but a private report revealed they were ritually murdered. As I recovered from a near-miscarriage, Caleb, my devoted husband, seemed my only comfort. Until I found his emails. He orchestrated the massacre. It was all for Jennifer, Ethan's fiancée, to "channel their life force" to save her. Caleb even planned to use our unborn child as a sacrifice. My loving husband was a monster, his grief a cruel charade. Trapped, pregnant, and horrified, I knew I had to make a choice. The life of a Pact Keeper is not something you take for free. A soul for a soul. One hundred souls for one hundred souls. It was time to collect./0/77307/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250531085022&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alpha Knight & the Cursed Witch
In the world of Quailsham live various creatures, from Dragons to Werewolves. Knight Sin GrimDaleward, a werewolf and heir to the throne, has his life set for him: protect the Elderwood Clan, find his Mate, and live happily ever after. But when the Night Howler, the most sacred artifact of their kind, is stolen from their territory and his pack is killed during the unfortunate event, his life is thrown into chaos. Determined to restore his land and seek revenge, he stumbles upon the mysterious continent of the Forgotten Fjords, where mystical monsters reside and unimaginable death awaits. Soon, he meets a Witch with forest-green eyes who stirs his wolf to restlessness. With Hunters, Witches, and Rogues after them, can they survive and fulfill their destiny? What if Knight realizes that the Witch he hated the most is actually his Mate, his fate, his Luna?/0/84034/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203530&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Foster Parents' Fatal Mistake
An MIT acceptance letter lay on my desk, a full-ride scholarship, my ticket to a dazzling future far from my foster home. But my foster father, Rufus, scoffed, his voice flat: "You're not going." Instead, he' d arranged a "tech internship" out West, promising big money and opportunities, while my foster mother, Sylvia, faked a panicked "premonition" about a bus crash to dissuade me. They were lying. I knew it. All of it. Because I had lived this day before, died a horrific death on a cold metal table, betrayed by the very people who claimed to be my family. This time, I was ready. I swallowed my fury, faked compliance, and prepared to rewrite my destiny./0/39763/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230516101412&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Last Night.
Elijah Orleans is that boy whose curiosity and intelligence make him go after what others think is impossible. His obsession with the story of whose diary written by a woman more than two thousand years ago, leads him to want to investigate further, taking as a surprise what even in his worst dreams, he would not have imagined/0/35070/coverorgin.jpg?v=53192f24c87661b40af05e31208fc01c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped with an ancient demon.
Her long black hair had completely turned into silver. Her nails had grown into claws. Her brown eyes had turned into blood red and green smoke was coming out of her body. At that moment, she looked like an ancient demon! "What am I?" Tiffany tilted her hair and walked towards Miya. "Stay back! Don't come closer!" Miya screamed and fell to the ground. What the hell was this new girl in their school?! *** Hell was loosed on the day the forbidden tree in the mountain of Sabalem got set on fire by a totally ignorant man. The wicked ancient demon trapped in the tree rushed out, slightly injured, and went in search of an innocent soul to hide in, to recover. ~~ She was the child. The child that was trapped with a demon. The child the ancient demon entered. Only one person was her freedom. He could tame the demon, yet could make it get unleashed./0/75588/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251209144429&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Moonbound Vows: The Alpha's Secret Bride
When mafia heiress Lyra Valente flees her arranged marriage to the ruthless Luca Moretti, she sets off a war between two powerful families-and awakens a destiny she thought she'd buried. Reborn as a hidden omega with secrets even she doesn't fully understand, Lyra seeks refuge in the arms of Damon Kade, a deadly former assassin with ties to her forgotten past. But love, loyalty, and legacy collide as forbidden feelings ignite and enemies close in. In a world where bloodlines bind tighter than chains, and werewolf instincts clash with mafia honor, will Lyra claim her freedom-or become the queen of a kingdom built on lies?/0/74806/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffe9d55de4956553d11d25e11ea1a74f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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His Miracle, Her Madness
I was Elara, a woman from the Appalachian mountains, dubbed 'the hillbilly cure.' I was brought to save Julian Thorne, a paralyzed heir. I poured my life force into him, healing his broken body, and against all odds, I fell deeply in love. We even had three unique children-precious, living eggs, humming with a power few understood. But once healed, Julian scorned me, seeing only a primitive necessity, not a wife. Fueled by his jealous stepsister, Cassidy, he orchestrated a cruel spectacle at a gala celebrating his 'miracle.' He forced me into a sadistic egg hunt: identify my children among a hundred fakes, knowing for every wrong guess, one would be brutally smashed. Under the blinding lights, my heart shattered. The first wrong guess ended with a sickening crunch. The second egg, sickeningly, was whisked away to be an 'exotic omelet'-its psychic death tore through me, leaving me writhing in agony. When Cassidy moved to burn my last child, I chose a different path. My only option was self-destruction. I publicly confessed to being a con artist, claiming I never loved Julian, only his immense fortune. My heart broke as I collapsed, sacrificing my name to save my daughter. Why would anyone unleash such cruelty on the woman who saved them? How could this monster revel in my pain? Yet, as I lay dying, my magnificent daughter hatched, unleashing her powerful Thunderbird blood. A psychic torrent forced Julian to relive every ounce of my selfless love, his healing, and the horrific, soul-shredding deaths of our other two children. His mind shattered into maddening despair. My mountain family arrived, reclaiming me from this hell. We faked my death, leaving him haunted by his cruelty, while I found true freedom and peace back home./0/82316/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106200253&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn to Claim My Harbinger
I was Sarah, my powerful Aura marking me as the next Harbinger's mother, a sacred role in our Havenwood Commune. But my first life ended in the cruelest betrayal. Now, reborn to relive that very day, High Elder Josiah, his gaze seething with reborn malice, declared my Aura "tainted" before the entire commune. He brazenly chose my jealous sister, Eleanor, instead, cementing her false claim as our future' s mother. The humiliation was a raw, burning brand. They paraded Eleanor, pure and radiant, while I was publicly cast aside, forced into a "humble" bonding with a groundskeeper, and secretly cursed with a barren charm by Josiah. Eleanor, wearing my own face through dark magic, mocked me as she performed sacred rituals with Josiah, reveling in her stolen power. Then, in a vicious final act, she shoved me into the dreaded Whispering Chasm, a deep abyss rumored to hold restless spirits. As I plunged into the darkness, the bitter truth echoed: my first daughter, Abigail, dismissed as "blighted," was the true Harbinger; my rightful son, Daniel, stolen and presented as Eleanor' s own "blessed" child. My death in the first life, Josiah' s perverse obsession, Eleanor' s venomous jealousy – why was this nightmare repeating? How could I, the true vessel, be so utterly condemned again? But just as oblivion beckoned, I landed. My quiet groundskeeper, Liam – mocked by all for my 'lowly' choice – was there, unharmed. He revealed himself as a powerful Seed Guardian, protector of the Harbinger line. The dreaded Shadowcat, whispered to be a monster, was the Harbinger' s dormant form. And with a single touch, he shattered Josiah' s cruel barren charm. This wasn't oblivion. This was my second chance. And this time, I would fight./0/48213/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260609091839&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Academy Full Of Special Abilities
She is Shia Sheridan. She has no dreams. She doesn't know what she wants. No plans for life. But because of a mistake she owned up to, she ended up in a place she despised. The Titan Academy of Special Abilities. A school for those like her with special abilities. A place for extraordinary people she will never be like. Welcome to Academy of Special Abilities. "Because it takes more than power to be special."/0/45241/coverorgin.jpg?v=20231008100929&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Rivalry from the Womb: Stumbling on a Monarchy for grabs
Blurb for A Rivalry from the Womb: Stumbling on a Monarchy for grabs Be prepared to be immersed in a world where the lines between the supernatural and reality are blurred, where black magic weaves its sinister tendrils, and where strange creatures lurk in the shadows. In the gripping pages of “A Rivalry from the Womb: Stumbling on a Monarch for grabs,” an enthralling fusion of crime, suspense and the occult, a game of power and betrayal unfolds. Zadillo didn’t see this one coming. His deep hate for Tito blinded him completely. In any case, the seemingly easy condition imposed by the supernatural forces seemed deliberately designed to ensure his spectacular fail and downfall. The consequences loom ominously, carrying the weight of unforeseen terrors. Nobody present knows what is going on except that, all of a sudden, his face has transformed from that of the most feared underworld lord, whose mere clearing of the throat not only makes powerful men in the industry cringe with fear, but is capable of sealing their fate as well, to the most pitiable demeanor, begging for mercy, and shaking like a leaf in front of the very woman who was his own captive just a few hours ago. Why? As everyone gathered to welcome her, alighting from the royalty class big machine, Linda, looking her exquisite self, her captivating smile eliciting huge admiration from everybody present, her mobile rung, its high-pitched tone, a reflection of her near frivolous character, reverberating through the cheerful atmosphere lulling everyone to silence, in anticipation, as if copiously blessed with a discerning spirit of things to come. “Hello, Linda. This is Doctor Corbyn,” the cheerful voice came alive. “Oh yes Doctor, is there a problem?” responded Linda sounding a little concerned, not knowing she had accidentally pressed the speaker button as she fumbled to take it from her handbag, thereby rendering her conversation, a public announcement. “No, no, no, no, no…quite the contrary in fact. Nothing could be better,” the most cheerful doctor, Linda had ever met continued, her tone ridden with palpable excitement. “The results have come and, guess what- congratulations, you’re a month old pregnant!” She blurted out, her voice, too ear-piercingly loud, and very clear as everyone heard it. Tito and Jungle spontaneously cheered and so did everyone. At that very moment, as Tito’s eyes darted between Jungle’s face and that of Linda a few times in milliseconds, he saw what he had suspected and feared all along, but which loving eyes being what they are, couldn’t see. Jungle realized half a second too late what a capital mistake he had just made. “Hello! Hello! Hello!” The doctor repeated in vain, oblivious to the chaos whose noise she mistook for jubilation, that the good news having reached everyone, had taken over whatever the occasion they had gathered for. She couldn’t be more wrong. But she would know soon enough what a dragon her tactless big mouth had single handedly managed to unleash. Within the fascinating pages of “A Rivalry from the Womb: Stumbling on a Monarchy for grabs,” prepare to be captivated by a tale that explores the depth of human nature, the allure of power, and the tangled threads of destiny. With its unheard of supernatural elements, gripping suspense and a touch of the macabre, this series will transport leaders from characters’ recollections to a world teetering on the edge of chaos. Will the protagonists succumb to the malevolent forces at play, or will they uncover the strength within to wield their own power? The answers lie within the pages of this thrilling and twisted journey of two books!/1/105626/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260420224428&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Last God
They call Marcus Chen a god-killer. A thief. An abomination. The truth? He's the only mortal who survived when Ares died on top of him, bleeding divinity into his veins. Now every pantheon in Chicago wants him dead before he finishes transforming into something that shouldn't exist, a god born from human flesh. Marcus has three days before execution. Three days to control the power that's burning him alive. Three days to expose the real conspiracy behind Ares's murder. The old gods ruled for millennia. Marcus Chen might be the last god they ever fear./0/85915/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211127&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiance Who Chose Poison
The world snapped back into focus, not with the acrid smell of my own burning flesh, but the sterile scent of the ER. Just moments ago, flames engulfed me as my colleagues stood by, fire extinguishers in hand, watching me die. Now, I was whole, unscarred, alive. Then I saw her: Dr. Emily Hayes, the newly arrived resident, her eyes wide and eager. I knew that innocent smile hid poison. I had lived through it-I had died because of it. Her first "prediction" came quickly: a critically injured patient whose life she calmly declared over. Dr. Peterson, our attending physician, was furious, but her chilling words echoed when the patient died on our table, despite our best efforts. Then came the second "vision" -an ambulance crash she foresaw, just as I volunteered to take the call. My fiancé, Dr. Ryan Chen, the man I thought I knew, pulled me aside, telling me I was reckless and Emily was right. He sided with her, not me, in front of everyone. I saved that patient, defying her "prophecy," but then the ambulance Emily warned us about was found with cut brake lines. And the patient I saved died, unexpectedly, of an aneurysm. Emily' s twisted predictions found their way, solidifying her power and painting me as the one who defied fate. She whispered, "As long as Sarah Miller is working in this ER, she puts everyone in danger. Her energy, it attracts disaster." They all stared at me, their faces not with suspicion, but raw terror. They had let me burn once. Not again. This time, I would expose her./0/85759/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106210633&imageMogr2/format/webp)
