Fantasy Books for Women
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Electra
Electra tells an electric tale of a young girl named April. After encountering a strange rainstorm in a terribly realistic dream, April wakes up to new changes around herself. She is suddenly transformed and has electrifying power beyond her, that causes disasters around her when out of control. Although it gets her to places others could never get to, she is yet to see the dark side of this power... It poses as a threat that could wipe out the whole world and her own existence. Would this be the end for her and the world? Or would these electrifying powers become her new beginning? Find out as you journey into this story, you don't wanna miss out! 😍😍😍 *Extract From The Story* April's eyes welled up with serious tears. Her exposed palms collected them and lightening striked in the sky, then more came running down her cheeks. Before she knew it, her tears disappeared, and her eyes glowed with an electric blue light. Her palms started shocking with visible electricity around it, and her hair glowed and glowed with electricity. Her personality changed completely, she looked like an electric goddess. " Electra!!!" She heard them screaming in her head. Her eyes became fierce, and her aura was murderous. She snapped her face towards the car door. When her eyes met the car door, it blew off the car and was sent flying to everyone in front of it. The big metal door hit them and they landed upon the ground while the door stayed heavily upon them. Aaaaaarrrrgghh!!!" She screamed monstrously while electricity emitted from her body, and the force of her voice came like a strong wind... You want to read more right? Then click on the story to continue./0/84216/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204328&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Whispers of the Delta: A Ghostly Comeback
It was my wedding night in the heart of the Mississippi Delta, the air thick with the hum of my guitar and the sweet promise of a new life with Jennifer. Everyone called me a prodigy, especially when I poured my essence into the "Soul Chord," a gift that felt like pure magic flowing through my fingers. Then, the juke joint doors burst open, and a biker gang stormed in, dragging me off stage. They held me down, and their leader, with a ball-peen hammer, systematically crushed the bones in my left hand, the one that played my Soul Chord. Through a haze of blinding pain, I saw Jennifer, shielding Caleb, watching without a word, her eyes cold and distant. Later, in the clinic, drugged but awake, I heard their whispers: Jennifer, Sabrina, and Caleb. They had planned it all, drugged me, orchestrated the attack to steal my music for Caleb' s album. My deepest secret, a dormant Soul Chord in my right hand, was brought up. And then, Jennifer quietly, methodically, severed the tendons in my right wrist, destroying my last hope, my last chance to play. They framed me as a violent gang affiliate, spread lies, and announced Jennifer and Caleb' s engagement, built on my ruin. My own adopted mother, Sabrina, then ordered my legs broken, leaving me a helpless, shattered mess. Thrown into a swamp to die, betrayed by everyone I loved, a cold rage ignited in me. They destroyed my body, my spirit, my life, but they made one fatal mistake: they left me breathing. Now, all that pain, all that fury, has become something more. And I' m coming back for every single one of them./0/67634/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250410185329&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mason's Revenge
Mason, a daring explorer of ancient tombs, endured relentless suffering and torment while serving under his ruthless superior. Ultimately, he fell victim to treachery and met his demise. When Mason regained consciousness, he found himself transported back in time to an era predating the existence of the Crypts, equipped with a sophisticated system enabling him to acquire potent relics of immense power. Armed with foreknowledge of the future yet stripped of his former abilities, Mason seizes the opportunity to lay claim to these fabled artifacts before anyone else. His ambition drives him to aspire to the mantle of true Emperor and seek retribution against the corrupt rulers of the past. However, the lingering question remains: can he outwit those fated to ascend to power once more, or are the threads of history doomed to weave the same tragic tapestry anew?/0/58248/coverorgin.jpg?v=8efdab32eaa7f3792182878d88a88daf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE VAMPIRE KING'S BELOVED
Alina faces difficult situations when supernatural beings and vampires overrun the world and stand firm as leaders. Surrender herself to the Emperor or let her family die at the hands of the bloodsuckers. ••••••••••••• I didn't know that my plan to go to a resort in neutral territory with my best friends ended up in the hands of the most powerful vampire on earth. A Vampire who sits on the throne and is notorious for his cruelty. Our meeting, which was so short, attracted him to me. He wanted me, and nothing could stop him from getting to me. When we returned face to face, the Emperor gave me the choice to go with him or watch my family and the rest of the city die at the hands of the vampires. To him, my blood was an ambrosia so addicted, and my smile could bring his long-dead heart back to life. Raised by the mother of the demons, the Emperor knows no compassion, but he slowly opens his heart to me, who has been dead and who I can't believe when he made me his chosen woman, his soulmate, his companion, Beloved him. He's willing to rebel against the woman who raised him. He put aside his respect for that woman for me. He chose me more when he was given a choice between me and that woman. The Emperor, who hated humans so much, chose me, who was just an ordinary human. This is my story-the story of fate's journey for me. I love an Emperor of Vampires. The Emperor Darren Phillipe Killian - Alina./0/83278/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202322&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Thompson: Your Script is Burned
Three months pregnant, my life with Mark, a rising tech CEO, in our beautiful Charleston home, felt truly perfect. We were college sweethearts, five years married-a fairy tale come true. Then Mark arrived holding a cheap, wilted rose. Above his head, impossible words flickered like captions only I could see: `"The 'side piece' got the fresh bouquet, the 'starter wife' gets a pity rose?"` More chillingly: `"Only 4 more months until the 'first wife' is written off. Classic tragic exit."` My perfect world shattered. The comments exposed his long-term affair with his intern, Brit, and my role as a disposable "plot device." When I confronted them, Brit shoved me. I fell. I woke with an agonizing void-my baby gone. Mark, feigning remorse, still used our funds to protect his mistress. His hypocrisy infuriated me. The comments confirmed his manipulative strategy. Then, the ultimate blow: Mark declared Brit was pregnant, calling it "our second chance." He even offered to make her abort that baby if I'd take him back, proving him utterly depraved. I refused to be written off. My baby was gone, but I was still here. The tragic script they wrote for me was now totally ablaze. I chose to fight. "No mercy," I told my lawyer. I would dismantle his empire, reclaim my life, and write my own powerful, uncompromised ending./0/19609/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220303143632&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Three Years Dead: His Soulmate's Return
Three years. Three long years since I died for Kaelen Thorne, Lord of Blackwood Manor, battling a magical storm that threatened us all. But as I lay dying, he shielded her, the woman he truly favored, dismissing me as "a pale imitation, a mere convenience." My last breath was a choked whisper of disbelief, fueling a hatred so profound it tore my soul from my body, anchoring it to this desolate, storm-swept graveyard. For three years, I wandered the Grey Wastes, a spectral entity consumed by bitter malice, until I found myself screaming at his grave, a furious phantom. He flinched, haunted by my voice, convinced I was a vengeful spirit. But then, a spectral Caretaker revealed the brutal truth: Kaelen was bound by a Shadow Curse, forced to feign indifference, compelled to push away his true beloved to protect them both. Just as his despair triggered a forbidden ritual at my empty tomb, I gasped, air flooding my lungs. I was back in my body, three years in the past. Tonight, I will rewrite our cursed destiny. Tonight, he' ll learn what I truly am./0/83905/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203214&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Witch They Made Me
I sacrificed everything for love, my very essence, my Nahualtse, rebuilding his family' s empire and bearing him nine children-then I fell into a year-long coma. I awoke expecting to hold my babies, to be reunited with the man who had promised to protect us all. Instead, I found myself in a crumbling mansion, forced by my husband, Ethan, into a macabre game of "Mafia," where the pieces were our nine toddlers, and the penalty for a wrong choice was their death. His manipulative childhood friend, Sabrina, had twisted his mind with dark magic, making him believe I was a witch and our children were abominations. I failed his cruel test, my power too weak to discern my own, and watched in horror as he snapped our daughter' s neck because I made the wrong choice, because I couldn't tell her true nature from the deceit. How could the man I loved, the father of my children, become such a monstrous stranger, and what more horrors awaited me and my remaining children in his twisted game of death?/0/18202/coverorgin.jpg?v=d60a541def347f726d540e6f0006f4e5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The WeatherMaker - Prince of Light
After the death of his father, a young prince meets a strange masked figure who changes his life forever, setting him on a new path of pain and suffering which he must traverse, to become the most powerful and feared man in his world...and other worlds...... CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES OF SEX, VIOLENCE, RAPE, TORTURE AND ABUSE – ALSO CONTAINS HOMOSEXUAL CONTENT AND SEX SCENES BETWEEN MEN/0/18203/coverorgin.jpg?v=21322033e043369c52a59ef5428ca0ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The WeatherMaker Hearts Desire
Arlen walked alone through the woods. He glanced up as he saw a band of men riding swiftly along the dirt road before him, as fast as their steeds could take them, they tore through the countryside. They were some distance away. Arlen squinted, seeing the figures only as blurred silhouettes. Before him the sun in the sky blinked several times as the branches of the trees waved up and down in the breeze, flashing the light in his eyes. When the riders were gone Arlen jogged forwards, heading towards the road and listening to the sounds of the falling hooves growing ever fainter. A strange feeling of trepidation seeped into him, chilling his skin. Something felt very wrong to him, and Arlen wondered who the men were and what they were doing near his home. He glanced first one way, and then the other, turning to walk in the direction the men had come from, some instinct within telling him that something terrible had happened. And then he saw. He froze in mid-step as his heart jolted in his chest. A feeling of terror struck him like a bolt of lightning. Arlen broke into a run, his whole world crashing around him. He reached the spot where it had happened, slowing to a stop and falling to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks as darkness descended over him. This is a story of a man searching for the woman he loves, who was taken from him twelve years ago in a day that changed his life forever. Since that day his life has fallen into ruins, and to find her he is forced to remember a past he wishes he could forget. To mend his sins he must re-visit these painful memories, and learn the true reason why she was taken. What he discovers, is beyond anything he could have ever imagined. This is a story of love, loss, grief and forgiveness/1/105182/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260306182825&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth: Snatching Back My Stolen Luck
Betrayed by the two people she trusted most - her husband and her foster sister-turned-best friend - Lilith dies with regrets. But fate has other plans. Granted a second chance by a mysterious system, she wakes up in the past. This time... She won't be naive. This time, she'll rewrite her destiny. On the first day of her rebirth, she crosses paths with Dean: a disarmingly gorgeous, silver-haired man who proposes a fake engagement to help her. But the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to draw the line between real and pretend. With the past betrayal still fresh in her mind, Lilith must decide- Will she risk her heart again... or keep her eyes on the prize?/0/47770/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250117175212&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Veiled Passion
Lila is a city architect with recurring dreams of a man in moonlight. Little does she know, she has a hidden magical lineage waiting to be awakened. On the other side of town, Ryker, a strong werewolf clan leader, is haunted by visions of a woman shining like the sun. Their worlds collide at a city event, starting a journey neither expected. As Lila discovers her magic and Ryker faces challenges from his clan, they find themselves at the center of a prophecy. This prophecy talks about a powerful union, but not everyone is happy about it. Rival factions want to keep them apart, leading to conflicts and challenges. Lila and Ryker must navigate their growing love amidst these struggles. Their story asks a simple question: Can love truly bridge the gap between ancient feuds and bring together two contrasting worlds?/0/81404/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106195515&imageMogr2/format/webp)
They Forged The Shadow
I, Aurora, last heir of the Sunstone, stood ready for my Unity Ceremony with Ethan, leader of the Stormriver, a sacred bond prophesied to secure our lands. I believed in our shared duty, even in a slowly blooming love for him. But at the altar, Ethan publically scorned me, declaring his "true love" for my trusted aide, Sylvie, shattering our alliance and the very foundation of our world. The Council, dazzled by his reckless display of power and Sylvie' s fabricated innocence, abandoned me and my lineage, allowing Ethan to devastate our Sunstone Valley, extinguishing my peoples' light and our sacred Sun-crystals. Then, as I prepared for my crucial Solar Renewal, he shattered my power core and entombed me alive in a collapsing mountain. How could the very people I was sworn to protect, including the man I considered my dearest, fall so utterly blind to a manipulative lie, sacrificing everything for a power-hungry charade? They thought they had buried a guardian, but they merely forged the Shadow. I did not die in that tomb; I was reborn as the formidable Shadow Sovereign, and now, armed with terrifying darkness, I will make every betrayer regret their choices./0/83125/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202059&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond the Billionaire's Shadow
The air in the small living room was thick, heavy, mirroring the cold dread gripping my stomach. My father, Richard, cleared his throat, his eyes avoiding mine, avoiding my mother' s. "Emily, the papers are signed," he said, his voice flat. "It's done." He then looked at me and my younger sister, Jessica. "Girls, you need to decide. Who you want to live with." I was Sarah, and this was my second chance, my second life. The memories of the first one were branded into me. Jessica, beside me, shifted, her eyes holding a greedy flicker I recognized from before-she remembered a life she called poor, a life she hated. "I choose Dad," Jessica said, her voice far too quick, too eager. "Victoria will be pleased," Richard affirmed, a thin smile on his face. Victoria Sterling. The tech billionaire, my future stepmother, her name a scar. In my first life, she had chosen me. I remembered the endless lessons, the cold praise, the constant pressure to be perfect. She broke me down, piece by piece, until Jessica, twisted by Victoria' s influence, ended my life. No. Not again. My father urged me to be "sensible," to consider the "opportunities" Victoria offered. Jessica scoffed, "You're an idiot, Sarah. You want to stay in this dump? With her?" She chose the fire, thinking it was gold, unaware of the torment that awaited her. But I knew the price. I looked at my mother, her eyes full of pain, but also a quiet strength I hadn't truly seen before. This time, I would protect her. I would protect myself. "I choose Mom," I declared, my voice clear and firm, irrevocably altering the script of my reborn life./0/21176/coverorgin.jpg?v=494130c9492ae4ca4dce2a54b9e37085&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Paraden High
The Kingdom of Paraden was once a peaceful place before chaos ensued. Dakurodo, also known as, The Dark Lord, threatened the fate of humanity and, along with his enemies, had escaped to the outside world. Paraden was humankind’s last hope and so they formed a team, which consisted 3 warriors: Ichi, Ni and San. One by one they captured Dakurodo’s allies and soon the land grew closer to peace. Until one day they were forced to leave the human realm and journey to Paraden High. Here suspicions of treachery and betrayal began to grow, not only towards the students at the academy, but also by the citizens of Paraden/0/82813/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201116&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Dreams, Renewed Power
I was Chloe, a high school student with Ivy League dreams, just two months shy of the SATs. Our kind housekeeper, Ms. Evans, offered me a "special calming tea" to ease my nerves. It wasn't comforting. It was a soul-swapping recipe that stole my life. I woke up trapped in the body of Brenda, Ms. Evans's resentful, academically hopeless daughter. Brenda, in my body, went to the SATs and deliberately caused a horrific scene. She tore up the test. They disqualified me. They blacklisted me. My parents, blindly trusting Ms. Evans, believed I'd had a breakdown or cheated. Their disappointment crushed me. My Ivy League dreams shattered into a million pieces. Ostracized and consumed by despair, I faded away. I simply stopped. The horror of remembering, the injustice of watching my future crumble, burned within me. Why did Ms. Evans and her daughter hate me enough to destroy me? But then, I woke up. I was back, two months before the SATs, alive again, before everything went to hell. This time, I wouldn't just prevent it. I would understand why, and then I would make them pay./0/80936/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106194548&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Million-Dollar Revenge
My name is Sarah Miller, and I'd just hit the lottery for millions—a life-changing sum. I had a loving husband, Mark, his family, and my sweet five-year-old son, Leo. Our Memorial Day road trip to the Blue Ridge Mountains promised a perfect getaway. But a chilling current ran beneath their forced smiles. At a breathtaking scenic overlook, the man I trusted most, my husband Mark, pulled me close. Then he pushed. The air rushed past, a brief, sharp pain, and then, nothing. My spirit, unseen, lingered. I watched my murderers—Mark, his mother Brenda, and his sister Jessica—calmly walk away, plotting to claim my lottery money. But the true horror struck days later: my beloved son, Leo, called another woman "Mom," revealing he was never mine, but Mark's and his mistress Tiffany's. My entire life had been a meticulously crafted lie. My love, a mere pawn in their cruel deception. The fiery pain of this betrayal ignited an inferno of rage and a singular desire: for them to suffer just as agonizingly as I had. Then, darkness. I woke with a gasp to sunlight. The calendar read Memorial Day, the morning of the trip. This wasn't a nightmare; it was a miraculous second chance. An icy resolve hardened my core: They would pay. Every single one of them./0/84065/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203840&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Vengeance Blooms
Five years ago, I threw the man I loved into a freezing river, a desperate act to save him from a corporate poison. I watched him float away, believing I was saving his life, not realizing I was shattering his heart. Then, he came back. Ethan, now a ruthless logging magnate, stormed into my forest home, transforming my world into a hell of pure, calculated revenge. He saw only my "betrayal," not the sacrifice. He systematically destroyed me. He flayed my iridescent skin for his lover's grotesque art piece, forced a miscarriage that stole our child and my physical connection to life, then left me to die, broken and bleeding on a cold floor. My family, my people, all suffered because of his blind hatred. How could the man I loved become such a monster? How could he believe the lies when I gave up everything for him? My last breath was a whispered curse, a burning hate for a man who had ripped away my love, my future, and my very essence. But death was not my end. My soul, a tormented echo, remained tethered to him, trapped, watching his own descent into madness and destructive vengeance. Now, his final, fiery act has unleashed a silent, deadly plague upon the ancient forest, the Heartwood, threatening to erase my people from existence. And I, a ghost with the cure, must find a way to save them./0/23837/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240218173314&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Do not awaken the Undead king
His name is Raive. The one who, 700 years ago, had lost. The necromancer who conquered half the world with an army of the undead, but then was buried alive under a terrible curse: never to die, never to be saved. He was so feared that all necromancy curses were buried with him, so that never again could such a dangerous magician arise. Angelina – a weak historian-necromancer whose only talent was a flawless grasp of the language of the dead. Fate willed it that she find a mysterious gravestone and break the seal holding the one who was never to be released: Raive – the King of the Dead! What will happen to them next? Will the Undead King help this unknown girl or will he use her mysterious blood to regain his own power and speed his way to the throne? What can they both do when passion begins to ruin all their plans, and dark desires call forth the worst poison?/0/28532/coverorgin.jpg?v=d667be03ecc678e16ee3cb66be9291ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
