Fantasy Books for Women
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The Vampire King's Bride
~~~~The Underground Royalty Series~~~ Book 1 The Devil's Bride Book 2 The Elder's Kitten Book 3 The Vampire King's Bride Can be read stand-alone. Warning: Mature Content **** I could tell that she wanted nothing more than to kiss me, and from the way she was gazing at my fangs, I knew she imagined what it would be like if I were to drink from her. A thing I’d found myself unable to stop thinking about for years now. Bast was fighting so hard against herself, doing everything she could to convince herself that she didn't want this, that she didn't want me. Unknowing that she was fighting a losing battle, as she'd already made up her mind to be mine, and was only wasting her own time by denying it. After giving her a few moments to tell me no, and hearing no refusal, I gently traced my hands down her form until they met her thighs. Once I saw that she had no issue with it, I lifted her, so our faces were even with each other. "Why are you fighting against what you want, kitten?" I whispered as I brushed my lips against hers, torturing myself just as much as I was torturing her. "I don't know," Bast responded as she looked down, trying to catch her breath. I put my hand under her chin and tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at me. I hesitated for just a moment before finally giving in and bringing my lips to hers. Though I'd been thinking about it for years, the reality far exceeded expectation as I finally felt her lips against mine, heard her tiny purrs of pleasure and excitement as I allowed my hands to explore her body. Finally, being able to touch and caress her, feeling her tightening her legs around me as I explored her tongue with mine, it was like a climax of its own. Her heartbeat was erratic as she leaned into me, a small moan escaping as I explored her curves with my hands, her nails digging into my chest as she gripped my jacket to pull me closer. She couldn't hide how much she wanted me. Not now, not while her body was begging me to continue.../1/110412/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9471e1dc5d50bea98b88e2536d27769&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Serenity's Hunger
Tim Mercer has always been alone. Awkward in conversation and uncomfortable in crowds, he spends most nights inside his small apartment with only his cat and the glow of a television for company. Until the night the power goes out. Bored and curious, Tim pulls an old Ouija board from a dusty closet and asks the darkness if anyone is there. Something answers. She calls herself Serenity, a beautiful woman trapped between worlds. At first, she is gentle. Comforting. Everything Tim has ever wished someone could be, but every night she visits, Tim grows weaker. Serenity isn't looking for love, she's feeding./0/86403/coverorgin.jpg?v=c836164e6f3fd771a23bd99f5db0165a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mermaid He Sold Away
I was Lot 734. A living, breathing mermaid, displayed in a massive tank, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder. In the front row, watching it all, was Dr. Aris Thorne, the man who had promised me forever on a hidden beach, the man I had loved with my whole being. His colleagues had surrounded my secret cove with nets the day after he discovered my tail; he stood by, silently allowing my capture. He called me a "scientific anomaly," a "new species," transforming me from his beloved Lyra into a specimen for his research facility, where I was poked, prodded, and drained. His fiancée, Isabelle, delighted in tormenting me, kicking away my food, tapping on my tank, her laughter echoing his betrayal as he stood by, silent and complicit. I tried to tell him that she had sabotaged my tank, almost suffocating me, but he simply believed her tears over my frantic gasps. When he ripped my precious scales from my bleeding palm, claiming it was to "prevent contamination," I knew the man I loved was truly gone. My pain was just data points on his tablet as he watched Isabelle douse me in burning sterilization agents. He then sedated me, turning me into a docile object for auction, a car ready to be sold. I tried to fight back, unleashing a burst of raw power, shattering Isabelle's glass. He reacted by electrocuting me, then draining my tank, letting me suffocate on the dry concrete. Loathing in his eyes, he hissed, "If you try anything like that again, I will make sure you arrive at your new owner's home in pieces." Then, through my pain, a sharp voice cut through the haze: "Let's see the merchandise." The buyer's representative dismissed my "damaged" scales, demanding one more spectacle: "He wants to see her cry pearls. Make it happen." My last flicker of hope died when Aris, his voice flat, agreed./0/89972/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c599fe2082ce1d729dad4066939d69f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Me Alejó, Ahora Me Está Cazando
I was reborn on the day of my fifty-sixth public confession to my guardian, Charlotte Mayo. In my past life, my obsession had destroyed her, leading to a miserable marriage and her death while saving me. This time, I vowed to fix it. To push her toward the man she truly loved, I called Howard Franklin to the scene. But the moment he arrived, a heavy stage light crashed to the floor between them. Howard immediately screamed that I had tried to kill him. Charlotte, the woman I died for, believed him instantly. Back at the house, he served me soup laced with peanuts, knowing I have a deathly allergy. As my throat seized up, he "accidentally" knocked the EpiPen from my grasp and convinced Charlotte I was having a violent episode. She watched me suffocate, her face filled with disgust. "Take him to the cold storage room in the basement," she ordered security. "Let him cool off." The woman who once rushed me to the ER for this exact allergy now saw me as a monster. As they dragged me away, I looked back one last time. Over Charlotte's shoulder, Howard was looking directly at me. He was smiling. I finally understood. My obsession wasn't the only poison in our lives. He was. And this time, I wouldn't be saving her from myself. I would be saving her from him./0/82835/coverorgin.jpg?v=bdd88b65eb6c131a2dc2d69817df075d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Father's Vengeance: For Rosie's Voice
Elias Thorne, a Harmony Keeper, sacrificed seven years to shield his wife Izzy from a deadly family curse, binding him to a loveless New Orleans marriage. His profound baritone, meant for healing, now merely scored Izzy' s decadent affairs, a bitter backdrop to her ungrateful life. His only solace was their six-year-old daughter, Rosie, whose pure voice brought him quiet joy. But Julian Vance, Izzy' s obsessive jazz musician lover, craved an "ultimate essence" for his saxophone. With a dark sorceress's aid, they targeted Rosie's angelic voice. Unthinkable cruelty followed: they cut into Rosie for the "core" of her singing. Rosie died days later from infection, a child sacrificed for Julian's "art." That evening, Izzy callously celebrated Julian' s minor award, dismissing Rosie' s death as a "small sacrifice." The horror deepened when Elias discovered they had stolen Rosie' s body for a grotesque ritual, binding her spirit to Julian's instrument. When he intervened, Izzy ordered his guards to strip him and force him barefoot across razor-sharp oyster shells. As the shells tore into his feet, Elias felt his seven-year sacrifice shatter. The protective shield he' d maintained around Izzy, guarding her from the family curse, violently disintegrated. This monstrous, unbelievable betrayal-his wife celebrating while their daughter' s body was desecrated-left him reeling. How could the woman he saved be utterly devoid of humanity? In that raw moment, the chilling truth dawned: the curse he confined was finally unleashed. Just as Izzy' s guards closed in, help arrived from his Appalachian family. Armed with his sacred fiddle and renewed power, Elias now unleashes a righteous fury, not just for Rosie, but to bring true harmony to a world consumed by discord. The consequences for Julian, Mireille, and Izzy will be absolute./0/79915/coverorgin.jpg?v=8da4efef361e8827ce0611760265e16d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ABANDONED
Sophia, a beautiful girl is abandoned by her parents because of her new nature. She is taken to the orphanage. Sophia meets a girl named Chloe who also has her kind of nature. Sophia and Chloe became best friends. They both go hunting down people to their satisfaction. The two girls are sent out of the orphanage because of this and began hunting people in the street. Chloe dies and Sophia mourns.. What will happen to Sophia?/0/85432/coverorgin.jpg?v=5af327a7c2b3c53a82fbbe69aa2f2211&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Cruel Love: The Feather's Betrayal
For twenty years, I was the heart of Havenwood, the boy with the miraculous feather that brought life to barren fields and healed the sick. My gift built their prosperity; I gave them everything, believing I was blessed to serve my people. Then, the blight came, stubborn and unyielding, and suddenly, their gratitude turned to fury. They labeled me a monster, accused me of hoarding power, and the same faces I' d known since childhood, led by Mr. Gable, dragged me through the streets and into a jail cell. "You will remember me," I told their hateful faces as Sheriff Davis drove me away; a warning they met with mocking laughter. Just when despair was setting in, Julian Croft, a wealthy man whose racehorse I once saved, bailed me out, but his intent was not kindness. He wanted to buy my power, to turn my gift into a tool for his luxury resort, demanding I make his barren mountainside a paradise. "No," I defied him, a new strength burning in me as he sneered, "I' m not your tool." For my rebellion, his men brutalized me, leaving me battered and broken, but not defeated. I limped back to Havenwood, seeking refuge, only to be met with accusations that the blight had worsened because of my absence, and a demand for a million dollars in damages. "You owe us!" they screamed, their greed consuming them as they blamed me for their own suffering. In a horrifying climax, Mr. Gable, believing my feather was a "plug" holding back power, ripped it from my neck with rusty sheep shears, convinced it would unleash my full gift upon them. The pain was excruciating, a tearing agony, but as the feather crumbled to dust, something new awakened within me. A power, untamed and mine alone, surged through my veins, washing away my wounds, leaving me stronger than ever before. I turned my back on their horrified faces, leaving Havenwood to its self-made curse, knowing their prosperity would wither without me. I rebuilt my life far away, prospering in a bustling city, while Havenwood succumbed to the very blight they blamed me for, ravaged by unnaturally aggressive insects and rats. Their desperation grew, and the very people who had once praised me, then condemned me, then brutalized me, finally realized the truth: their savior was gone, and their damnation was their own doing. Mr. Gable' s family died horrifically, his wife driven mad, and an ill-fated "purifier" brought even more devastation, leading to the unthinkable death of every child in Havenwood. The town, now a biohazard, vanished from the map, its few survivors scattered and insane, while Julian Croft, too, met a swift, unceremonious end. I was finally free, building my own life on my own terms, leaving the ghosts of Havenwood behind, a testament to the price of betrayal and unbridled greed./0/83487/coverorgin.jpg?v=7dc344ae561cf70a81d63866da7a3ebe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The 21st Birthday Loop
For sixteen years, I was a phantom in the Miller house, my entire existence centered on raising Caleb. My destiny was sealed: on his 21st birthday, I was to become his wife, a debt my family couldn't pay. In my first agonizing life, that wedding day led to a decade of imprisonment in their dark basement, then a horrific sale to the depraved Scrap Yard Joe, who brutally murdered me and my two young daughters. But then, a miracle: I jolted awake, it was Caleb' s 21st birthday party again. I was back. This time, I vowed to escape, coldly telling Caleb the "deal was off." His fury, fueled by his new girlfriend Chloe, erupted. They dragged me to their root cellar, where Chloe actively tried to crush me with cinder blocks. Escaping a terrifying encounter with Scrap Yard Joe, Chloe's eerie accomplice from my past, I returned to the party only to be publicly framed. A panicked confrontation led to the tragic, accidental death of Caleb' s mother-a death later revealed to be orchestrated by Chloe' s slow poison. I was beaten, battered, and finally, locked in the basement again as Chloe set it on fire, intending to burn me alive. Lying amidst the flames, every fiber of my being screamed. Why had my attempt at freedom only resulted in such a brutal, fiery trap? Was this wretched family, and the ghosts of my past, truly inescapable? Yet, fate had a cruel twist. I miraculously survived, forcing Caleb to believe me dead, consumed by guilt. He began a meticulous, horrifying revenge on Chloe, mirroring the torment I endured. Then, in the climax of his depravity, just as he raised a hunting knife over Chloe' s pregnant belly, a scarred, living ghost walked into the room: Me. And his world shattered./0/27033/coverorgin.jpg?v=401540d313443252e2cd76e4d5a9e335&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Please! I Want To Have Fun!
Belle Stefano, a transmigrator who comes from another world. She woke up one day on a different body. She lives her life leisurely not until she finds out that she’s inside the comic that she’s read and that she is the antagonist who will meet her end tragically by the male lead. Luke Andres Hendrick is cold and heartless. He doesn’t care about the people around him except when she finds Georjia Norjia and falls in love with her at first sight. Belle did her best to not get in the way of the male and female lead of the comic book but she slowly falls in love with the male lead. Will she confess her love for him or she will run away without telling the male lead how she feels?/0/84785/coverorgin.jpg?v=610e614df031ea555b563c4a6b19aa32&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Art of Starting Over
At eighty, I lay dying in a sterile hospital room, a life I felt was utterly wasted flashing before my eyes. My wife of sixty years, Olivia Hayes, sat beside me, her stoic composure a familiar mask. Then, her whispered confession shattered everything: "Tell Daniel… I've always loved him." Daniel, her colleague from decades ago. Sixty years of quiet resentment, of being a placeholder, a fool. Rage burned in my dying body-a useless, consuming fire. Then, darkness. Light. Soft blankets. My young mother' s beaming face. It was 1987. I was a baby again, but the memories of my eighty-year life, and Olivia's betrayal, were searing. "Mom," I squeaked, my infant voice unwavering, "I won't marry Olivia Hayes." Years later, at eighteen, the name Olivia was a constant dread. Our families had an arranged engagement, a relic I had accepted in my past life. This time, it was a prison sentence. I saw her with Daniel Lee at the community center, laughing the unguarded laugh I rarely saw in our marriage, her caring gestures confirming the truth. She approached me, that familiar stoic calm in place, perhaps to touch my arm. I stepped back, a deliberate movement. "Are you avoiding me?" she asked, her tone flat. I met her gaze directly. "We should keep our distance, Olivia. It's better for everyone." I walked away. My past life, a suffocating nightmare. This life would be different. This life was for me. I would be free./0/80892/coverorgin.jpg?v=1eef78444270d864707991ee9c261146&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No More Chances, Mr. Thorne
My world shattered when Julian Thorne repaid my ultimate sacrifice with cold betrayal. For nine agonizing times, I, Elara, a Life Weaver, poured my very essence into saving him from death, only for him to credit his scheming lover, Cassie Dane. After my ninth, desperate act of healing, he heartlessly ripped my family's sacred amulet from my neck, leaving me to die, forgotten. But fate, it seemed, had other plans, and I found myself gasping alive in my remote Ozarks cabin for a second chance. When Julian’s deadly illness re-emerged, and his desperate family came knocking, I calmly delivered my firm "No," refusing to become his victim a tenth time. Yet, Julian, now deeply ensnared by Cassie, wouldn't accept my refusal, escalating his malice beyond measure. He married Cassie, then, with savage glee, knowingly drove his ATV through my vital medicinal garden, shattering my rare healing plants. His malevolence reached its horrific peak when he commanded his guards to systematically destroy my hands, the very conduits of my healing power, then pinned my hand to the porch with a hunting knife while Cassie livestreamed my screaming agony. How could the man I sacrificially loved become such a monster, so blind to truth, so twisted by a toxic parasite he called love, that he would try to utterly obliterate my very essence? Just as he raised the knife again to disfigure my face, the very earth rebelled. An ancient chandelier, a symbol of his family’s past, crashed from the ceiling directly onto him, a swift and brutal karmic judgment that finally, truly, set me free./0/85759/coverorgin.jpg?v=c1666acb2b7e80198011cbdfdd4f42e9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Youth, Reclaimed Destiny
The roar of the crowd was the last thing I heard. I died on a dirty city street, falsely accused, a monster in their eyes. It all started with a gift for my 25th birthday-an antique smartwatch from Eleanor, my adoptive mother. It wasn't just a heavy, ornate trinket; it was a life-drainer. Weeks after I clasped it on, my vibrant youth withered, my hair thinned, my mind fogged. As I became a frail old woman, Eleanor, terrified of aging, grew younger, radiant with my stolen vitality. She locked me in the dusty attic, telling the world I' d had a breakdown. My only hope, Bethany, my ex-boyfriend' s fiancé, found me. She helped me escape, or so I thought. She live-streamed my chaotic flight, twisting a narrative: I was a fraud, mentally unstable, stealing from Eleanor. The crowd, incited by her online posts, saw a villain, not a victim. They closed in, their rage contorting their faces. Bethany watched, a triumphant smile on her face, as my life drained away for the second, and final, time. But death was not the end. Floating in a void, I saw Eleanor and Bethany toasting with champagne, celebrating my demise. The injustice burned through me, a rage so pure it could tear the universe apart. They had taken everything. Then, I woke up. Gasping for air, my skin smooth, my hair thick and dark-25 again. It was my birthday, the day it all started. This time, the watch wouldn' t be for me. This time, I was going to offer the "life-drainer" to Bethany. I would watch Eleanor and Bethany, two predators bound by vanity and greed, tear each other apart. This time, I would not be the victim./0/64021/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a22c640a50e6bd56c57085fc7e8a6ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Moonlight Loyalty
"In the shadows of the city, a forbidden love ignites. Dante, a ruthless mafia boss, hides a dark secret: he's a werewolf. When Aurora,a beautiful witness, stumbles upon his organization's crimes, Dante must protect her from his enemies. As their worlds collide, loyalty, duty, and desire threaten to destroy everything. Can Dante balance his loyalty to the mafia with his growing love for Aurora? Or will his secrets tear them apart? In this sultry, action-packed tale of loyalty, love, and moonlight, the line between danger and desire blurs."/0/56559/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee1814d998b7e211f81f982ae32d6128&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Aerwyna- The Lost Queen
A blue light in a human form started flaming infront of her eyes as she saw it with confusion on it. She saw it turning it into a female figure and it held her hand in its blue and bright flame and whispered near her ear. "Queen of the ocean is who you are, Protector of the ocean is who you will be, Warrior of the ocean is who were". And just like dust it vanished in to the thin air. Leaving a current in her body. Who was now determined to what she has to do in her life. She gazed into her hands as the turned in to blue flames. She stood this time with the sword in her hand to finish the enemy of her world./0/85435/coverorgin.jpg?v=20b41cc5245c80a85f92910478a6cda0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ava's Echo: A Betrayed Heart Returns
The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes wasn' t relief, but a dull ache in my chest. This wasn't my body, but Ava's. And with it came the ghost of her memory-a life of betrayal, humiliation, and a desperate wish for justice. Just hours ago, she was destroyed in the very home I now found myself in. Downstairs, the low murmur of voices belonged to the perfect, grieving family: Chloe, Ava' s supposed sister, clinging to Mark, Ava' s fiancé, both displaying a tenderness Mark hadn't shown Ava in years. Beside them stood my father, a man of iron will, his hand on Chloe's shoulder, looking at her with a pained affection he never once bestowed upon his own biological daughter. The scene turned sickening when Mark declared his love for Chloe, emphasizing her "softness" that Ava, with her ambition, supposedly lacked. Then came my father' s final hammer blow: "This girl, Chloe, has more grace and kindness in her little finger than you have in your entire body. She is the daughter I always wished I had." Every word was aimed at Ava, shattering her spirit. This was the core of her pain, the reason she gave up. But for me, it was the spark. I smiled, a cold, unwavering smile. "Good," I said, my voice clear and steady. "Then you won\'t mind when I take back everything that is rightfully mine. Every last thing."/0/40337/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a9706d541cc16c547d5c674dae1e45d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
High School Vampire
"High School Vampire" is a thrilling novel that follows the life of Nathan, a high school student who is turned into a vampire after a chance encounter with a mysterious stranger. Nathan must navigate the challenges of being a teenager while also dealing with the struggles of being a new vampire, including controlling his thirst for blood and keeping his true identity a secret from her family and friends. As Nathan starts to come to terms with her new reality, he discovers that he's not the only vampire in her school. She befriends a group of other young vampires, including a brooding and enigmatic vampire named Johnathan who helps him to adapt to his new life. But as Nathan delves deeper into the vampire world, he begins to uncover a dangerous plot that threatens not only the vampires, but also the humans they coexist with. With the help of her new friends, Nathan must race against time to stop the plot and protect both her vampire and human communities. "High School Vampire" is a captivating and suspenseful novel that combines the drama and romance of high school with the supernatural thrills of the vampire genre. With complex characters, heart-pumping action, and a touch of forbidden love, this book is a must-read for fans of fiction and vampire lore./0/82840/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a193ff22870116f698e031a9e153e04&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late for Apologies
For nearly a decade, I walked through life as Mrs. Hamilton, wife to the charming and successful Ethan. Our perfect marriage was more than a facade; it was my very existence, bound by a secret Soul Pact that determined whether I lived or died. Then, seven days before my designated survival deadline, Ethan casually dropped a bombshell: he needed a temporary divorce for his latest fling, a demanding young intern named Chloe. He offered me designer bags and an unlimited credit card, oblivious that he was asking me to sign my own death warrant, effectively sealing my fate. Chloe, triumphant and venomous, reveled in my humiliation from my very own penthouse, mocking me as "old news" while lounging in my favorite spots. Ethan, valuing his mistress's fleeting whims over my life, eagerly discarded our shared history and sent me away. The chilling countdown from the Soul Pact System inside me confirmed my imminent end-a meticulously "staged accident" awaited. How could someone mistake my life for a casual game, oblivious that his "temporary break" was my permanent end? My heart ached with the profound loneliness of carrying this fatal secret alone, a cruel irony after years of quiet endurance. I died in a fiery crash, right on schedule. But then, a cold, digital voice whispered, "System error. Collect 100 Regret Points from Ethan to be reborn." Now, an unseen spectator, my very existence hinges on the depth of his sorrow./0/38719/coverorgin.jpg?v=a210703a4edf2efb1819e521cedf89c9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Finding a mate
What would you do if your father hated you so much that he sold you off to a group of alpha werewolves? That's the very thing that happened to poor little human Fiona. Now she is forced to live with six sexy shifters and sleep with the four remaining single brothers and whoever gets her pregnant first not only gets land, but they will also become her mate. Who even does that? There was no way she wanted to be a part of any of this.../0/19901/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae11545d0772b3e93da1d6a155e76e81&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Aurora And The Heart of Magic
Aurora's world turns upside down when she gets stuck in the midst of an unwanted pregnancy and the quest for 'The Heart of Magic.' Dragons, werewolves and witches; all are in a bid to trap, lure and use Aurora to obtain the stone. How will Aurora protect herself and her baby from the power-hungry creatures? Whom will she choose to side with: the powerful dragons, ferocious werewolves, cunning witches or will she choose to be on her own?/0/22497/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd6f2e0a8c8731d54af6c3bccea4dfdf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
