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Raging Blood And Bond

Raging Blood And Bond

When Eryevir found herself skating on thin Ice, she made her escape from her Mate and his enemies. Eight years later, the fame of the Ice King and his Viesix had dwindled, left in the past and displaced by a new age. A new lord only meant a new terror. Sir Axel Lane, he was called—a dreaded terminator taken to the taste of blood and gore. After a one-night stand with him, Eryevir discovered that she was pregnant. She was thrown into anguish and turmoil, as her disguise was uncovered by the last person she wanted to see; the very person she hid from eight years ago. From Axel Lane’s mouth, she heard the term ‘Fiery Magpie’, a name only A’xelaan called her. And now she was left to imagine different ways her world would crumble, again. Because, this time, he was no longer the witty traveler, he was the brass-gloved archfiend with the desire to slay and burn—a darkness risen to diminish her light. ERYEVIR: Like they say, the Ice King is coming. But they need to get the irony of it. The Ice King isn't coming to save the world, he is coming for me—to destroy me. And this cursed bond that isn't meant to exist might as well be my end. A'XELAAN: As she shrouds in her pathetic efforts to conquer, I am determined to make her mine, only she won't give in without a fight. She'd risk it all just to be hidden and far, far away from me. Now I have to do all I can to penetrate her hardened heart—even if it takes me torching the world to ashes.
Claimed By The Cursed Black Snake Alpha

Claimed By The Cursed Black Snake Alpha

At the absolute summit of her pop-star career, the stage collapsed beneath Catherine's feet, plunging her into a mechanical black hole. When she opened her eyes, she wasn't in a hospital, but a savage, primitive forest. Before a fire-breathing beast could tear her apart, a massive black snake crushed it with a single strike. The terrifying serpent then transformed into Amon, a towering, heavily scarred man with golden slitted eyes, who swore his life to protect her. He brought her to his tribe, but instead of safety, they were met with ravenous hunger and disgust. The tribe's males stared at Catherine's fragile human body like a rare breeding prize, while treating Amon like garbage. "He's a cursed, cold-blooded freak! His rut will tear you to pieces!" The Chief sneered, pointing a thick, accusing finger at Amon. "By tribal law, you must mate with our strongest tiger and bear shifters to give us powerful cubs!" Humiliated, Amon's broad shoulders slumped, his fists trembling in suffocating shame as he prepared to back away. Catherine's heart pounded with fierce, burning anger. When she was about to be eaten, Amon was the only one who bled for her. Where were these arrogant bullies then? Why should she let them treat her savior like a monster? As the tribe's strongest warriors swarmed forward to claim her, Catherine stepped directly in front of Amon's lethal claws. "I don't need any of you," she declared, her voice cutting through the chaos. "I will mate with Amon and take his beast mark today!"
Redeeming The Hearts Of My Beasts

Redeeming The Hearts Of My Beasts

I died on an apocalyptic battlefield, only to wake up pinned down by a lead-lined blanket of my own fat. A violent download of memories hit me. I had transmigrated into the body of an exiled, sadistic noblewoman who was three million coins in debt. The original owner was an absolute monster. She had purchased beastman guards just to torture them for fun. In the corner of the filthy room, a golden retriever boy cowered, his back shredded by her barbed whip. In the basement, a snake guard was frozen and scarred from constant electro-shocks. When the white tiger guard returned from hard labor, he looked at me with pure, murderous hatred, ready to tear me apart to protect the others. Even the local elites kicked down my door to mock my pathetic life and try to steal my men. I was a decorated commander who bled for humanity. Why was I trapped in this ruined vessel, bearing the sins of a degenerate abuser? It was all a setup by her sweet-faced cousin, Debera, who stole her royal life and sent her to this outer-rim hellhole to rot. I gritted my teeth and plunged a military-grade gene repair serum into my arm, letting the agony burn away the black filth and weakness. "The crazy woman you knew before is dead." I tossed a medical kit to the trembling guards, loaded my old electromagnetic pistol, and headed for the deadly Demon Hunting Zone to start my revenge.
Lord Dantalion The Demon

Lord Dantalion The Demon

The first time demons existed on planet earth, they were seen as saviours and were the most calmest supernaturals till he was born and he changed everything. His name was Dantalion! A wicked, heartless and selfish beast whose ambition has been to destroy the world and have domain over everything. He wants superiority over everything that was created in planet earth but would that ever possible ? Meet our female lead, Rihanna Armageddon! The daughter of the first and greatest demon that ever existed in the world ( Lord Armageddon) she was her father's most treasured jewel and she took every unique qualities from her father. She was talented and very skillful. Everything changed when a war broke out in the 20th century led by Dantalion the son of Elkannah ( Lord Armageddon's best friend). Every supernatural in the demon's clan was wiped out including Rihanna but the latter was brought back to life and her memory got wiped out by Dantalion. She became human as all her powers were drained.she was sent back to earth for a particular period of time . When she was cunningly brought back to where she belonged by Dantalion, everything looks strange to her and the happenings around her were odd and freaking scary. She is left in her own world of confusion and has an heavy task to accomplish which is stopping Lord Dantalion from achieving his aims by using her as a tool negatively. Will she be able to fight this alone ? What would be her fate in the demon's hand ? The answer to these questions lies in the novel as you follow up. Don't forget to drop reviews ❤
SPUNKY LITTLE BLOND

SPUNKY LITTLE BLOND

*😋SPUNKY LITTLE BLOND😋* Molly Hansson returned to her parents home in a small community called Memory Lane just on the outskirts of Manhattan. Her father, Nicolaus Hansson owns and runs a small shop called Hansson's Clocks and Repairs. He is considered to be a master at his craft, all his clocks are handmade, each one unique. Their home is above the shop, a modest two-bedroom apartment, consisting of a small kitchen, fair size living room. It was small but cozy. The community consisted of family run business, by people of foreign nationalities from all over the world. Germany, Sweden, Africa and various other places. It was by no means a wealthy community. Just honest, hard- working people trying to make a decent living and a better life for themselves and their families. Molly had just finished her fourth year at college, she graduated top of her class in business and finance. Molly had no idea how much her life was going to change over the next few weeks. She stood in front of her father's store. It was only mid-day and the shop was closed. Frowning she looked around and seeing all the shops were closed shivered, a cold chill raced through her body. The shops never closed unless there was a death in the community. Fearing the worst she used her key to open the door and dashed up the back steps that led upstairs to the apartment. Her mother and father were seated at the round kitchen table, holding hands and heads hung down, neither one had heard her come in. "Mom, dad what's wrong?" she cried out. They both looked up, surprised to see her standing there.
My Contract Husband Is A Cursed Billionaire

My Contract Husband Is A Cursed Billionaire

As the eldest daughter of the Sharp family, I was treated worse than a stray dog, while my younger sister Seraphina was their precious princess. When the family needed someone to marry a dying billionaire heir, they naturally chose me to take her place. To force my consent, my brothers held a peanut butter sandwich to my face—knowing it was a lethal allergy—while dangling my EpiPen just out of reach. On speakerphone, my own mother sighed in annoyance. "Let her die. It might be for the best." I choked out an agreement just as my throat closed up. But the forced engagement broke my sacred mystical vow, causing me to violently cough up my own lifeblood. Seeing the blood, Seraphina dramatically fainted. My brothers instantly carried her to the hospital, stepping over my dying body and leaving me to bleed out on the cold marble floor. I had to use a forbidden blood rune, draining my last ounce of strength, just to survive the night. Even the mystical Order I served offered no comfort, calling only to demand I secure ten billion dollars for them or forfeit my soul for eternity. Abandoned by my blood family and my spiritual master, I was completely alone, left with nothing but a broken body and a ticking clock. But they made one fatal mistake: they let me live. I turned to the dying heir they forced me to marry, a man plagued by a dark curse only I could cure. "I will be your wife, and I will save your life," I told him. In exchange, I would use his unimaginable wealth and power to make everyone who threw me away pay the ultimate price.