Fantasy Books for Women
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Bride of the Dragon King
Lyra Vale was meant to save her kingdom with a marriage. Instead, she becomes the property of a monster. On the day of her wedding, the infamous Dragon King storms the cathedral and claims her before the entire royal court. Draven Arkael, ruler of the obsidian fortress of Vaelthorn, feared across kingdoms as the last great dragon lord, invokes an ancient blood debt her family can never repay. Now trapped inside a palace carved from black stone and dragon bone, Lyra discovers the truth hidden beneath centuries of legend: the dragons are dying, enemies move in the shadows, and her blood may hold the key to saving an entire race. But Draven is no savior. Cold, ruthless, and haunted by a betrayal that destroyed his family, he binds Lyra to him not out of love, but vengeance. Yet as assassins close in, ancient magic awakens, and a dangerous bond begins to burn between them, Lyra realizes the Dragon King is hiding far more than hatred behind his dark crown. And the closer she gets to the truth... the more impossible it becomes to resist him. In a world of fire, betrayal, and ancient power, one stolen bride may become the beginning of a war that will either destroy the kingdoms, or remake them entirely. BRIDE OF THE DRAGON KING is a dark fantasy romance filled with enemies-to-lovers tension, dragon lore, forced proximity, deadly secrets, forbidden magic, and a slow-burning bond powerful enough to change the fate of the world./0/82564/coverorgin.jpg?v=4446b987e54e0c50cf5753278a790181&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Loved Him Once, Cursed Him Forever
Years ago, I, Elara, the last Silverwood Spirit Keeper, poured my very life force into the man I loved, Jackson Thorne, using forbidden magic to save him from a deadly illness, forever binding a part of my spirit to his. But his gratitude withered into monstrous ambition, and the man I healed partnered with a vindictive lawyer, Tiffany, to unleash a fiery devastation upon my sacred Silverwood, burning our ancestral grove and slaughtering my peaceful tribe. Now, a captive in their opulent lodge, built upon my people's ashes, I'm forced to endure a grotesque "celebration" where Jax and Tiffany auction off my tribe's most sacred relics, mocking my heritage and even branding me like cattle for my defiance. As I watch my history turn to smoke and feel his corporate mark burning my skin, a searing injustice consumes me-how could the man I loved become such a monster, reveling in the utter desecration of everything I hold dear? But with a final, desperate breath and the last sacred seed in my palm, I begin an ancient chant, unleashing the forbidden Soul-Echo ceremony, a terrifying spiritual reckoning that will force him to experience every agonizing memory, every ounce of my love, my sacrifice, and the unbearable pain of his betrayal, even if it's the last act of my shattered life./1/112913/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c59f58a28242c485caf3ec4062d52b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Return Of The Billionaire's Ghost Wife
I died in the terrifying plunge of Flight 815. But when I opened my eyes, I was lying in a luxurious bathtub, completely unharmed. The door opened, and my husband Jordi walked in—looking fifteen years older, his eyes glacial. He pinned me to the wall, his thumb pressing against my windpipe, demanding to know who hired me to play his dead wife. I managed to prove I was the real Isadora, biologically still twenty-eight years old. But my nightmare had just begun. My twenty-three-year-old son Hector looked at my unaged face with pure hatred. "Get this cheap replica out of my father's house, or I'll have him declared incompetent!" My twenty-year-old daughter Blossom, now a spoiled stranger treating Jordi like a personal ATM, screamed at me over the phone. Even Jordi's ambitious female colleague showed up at our estate, treating me like a temporary toy she could easily replace. In the space of a single breath, I had lost fifteen years. My children had grown up without me, learning to hate instead of grieve. Now, they looked at their real mother as if I were a monster trying to steal my own inheritance. But I didn't return from the dead just to be pushed out. I put on my old green silk dress, stepped in front of the female executive, and smiled. If they want to treat me like a threat, I'll fight them all to get my family back./0/71301/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250303103942&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ashes Of Betrayal
Evelyn Ashford seemed to have it all: a loving family, a promising future and a love that lasted forever. But in one night, it was all torn apart. Framed for treason by the man she loved and the stepmother she trusted, Evie is plunged into darkness, her name unsullied and her soul in tatters. Left to rot in a berserk branch of a Neapolitan prison cell, she curses the world that turned its back on her, swearing vengeance as her life drains from her. But death is not the end. Revived in a forbidden ceremony, Evie wakes with dark powers beyond her control and a heart hardened by betrayal. Along the way, the mysterious sorceress Liora guides her as she embarks on a dangerous path to reclaim her life and kill those who had wronged her. But the more Evie learns, the more she realizes that the line separating justice from vengeance is razor thin and the price of the power she has gained may be her very soul. Friends become foes and foes become friends as Evie navigates the assassin underbelly of a magical world she was never meant to be a part of. But as she gets closer to her revenge, she also risks losing herself in the darkness. In a world where love and betrayal are two sides of a single coin, what will Evie be a savior or a monster? Ashes of Betrayal is a dark fantasy story about love, loss, and a burning desire for revenge. If you enjoyed The Shadows Between Us, The Cruel Prince, Red Queen, then you can't miss this latest from Carla de Guzman, which will leave you breathless to the last page./1/126054/coverorgin.jpg?v=f40e8df74408145f8449d99e2a1566ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Cursed Dragon Lord
I am the only "Dragonless" outcast in my noble family. My stepmother and stepsister squandered my late mother's fortune and treated me like a stray dog. When they ran out of money, they forced me to marry the notoriously cruel and cursed Dragon Lord, Cornelius Stark, in exchange for a massive bride price. They thought they were sending me off to die. But I willingly agreed, because I suspected he was the one who murdered my biological sister, Kamilah. I infiltrated his grim estate as his bride, surviving my stepfamily's vicious sabotage and navigating my dangerous new husband. On our wedding night, I finally managed to sneak into his private bedroom to search for clues. My blood ran cold when I opened his drawer. Lying right there was Kamilah's custom silver bracelet. Grief and rage consumed me. I pinned him to the bed, pressing my poisoned dagger against his throat. "Tell me! Why is my sister's bracelet here? Did you kill her?" But the fearsome Dragon Lord didn't fight back. He simply looked at me with deep, unnerving gray eyes and claimed he had lost his memories three years ago. Before I could process the lie, he effortlessly flipped our positions, pinning my wrists above my head. He kissed me with terrifying, draconic possessiveness, declaring that I was his. I didn't believe a single word of his amnesia excuse. But the next morning, while sneaking through his garden, I stumbled upon a crying little boy hiding in the bushes. Just how many secrets was this cursed Lord hiding, and what really happened to my sister?/0/88040/coverorgin.jpg?v=1cf51eea7729fe0755a460e6101db3bb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Shadow: A Bitter End
I had been dead for a year, my spirit tethered to my daughter, Emma, watching over her in the orphanage. Then, the director called my ex-husband, Elroy, for Emma' s urgent medical treatment, but he coldly refused, telling her, "Then let her die. It would be a convenience. She can go join her short-lived mother." A week later, Emma died at five years old, because her father wouldn' t spare the money to save her. Days later, Elroy arrived at the orphanage, believing I had faked Emma' s death to manipulate him. He pulled back the sheet covering her small body, sneering, "Very realistic. A good prop." He then picked up our daughter' s body, carried her outside, and tossed her into a dumpster, scattering raw meat around it, taunting, "Let's see how long this prop lasts when the stray dogs find it." My spirit screamed, but I was powerless as dogs tore at her. He believed I was alive, orchestrating a sick game, but I was a ghost, a silent, screaming witness to his monstrous cruelty. Why did he hate us so much? Then, I saw him with Ivonne, his childhood sweetheart, heavily pregnant, and the horrifying truth clicked: he had a new family, and he wanted Emma' s heart for his new daughter./1/101963/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a56d80f9ceeefe5a98af4019fdcc6cc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Silver Eyes, Golden Mark!
A forbidden mark. A fallen prince. A destiny that could burn kingdoms. Avalora spent her life hiding the strange mark on her wrist. But the night it starts to glow, every magical creature begins hunting her. Saved by the mysterious Fallen Prince, she is dragged into a world of shadows, prophecies, and deadly secrets. She hates him... until she discovers that her fate is tied to his, and her touch might be the only thing keeping him alive. But loving him could destroy the world. Or save it!/0/82878/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201444&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Monster He Became
The pills sealed my fate, but death wasn't freedom. My spirit lingered, unseen, tethered to a world where my husband, Ethan, flaunted Jessie – the woman who'd driven me to my grave. Three years of silent purgatory passed. Then, Jessie's ambition required my 'skills,' subtly manipulating Ethan to desperately search for 'me.' Ethan found my brother Mike, and his own mother, Eleanor, a woman I'd rescued. But Jessie's lies-claiming I faked my death-twisted his mind. I watched, helpless, as his rage exploded: he ordered my grave exhumed, shoved Eleanor to her death, then coldly ordered Mike shot. My family annihilated, my grave desecrated-all fueled by a woman's ambition and a man's blind rage. How could a son not recognize his own mother? How could Jessie steal my heroism? The injustice was a silent scream in my ethereal throat. Yet, fragments of truth-a locket, my bones, a seashell-shattered Ethan' s delusion, exposing Jessie' s monstrous deceit and his complicity. Consumed by cold fury, Ethan transformed into an avenger. He plotted a fiery reckoning at his father's abandoned factory, luring them all to a final, cleansing inferno. In that blaze, my tether would finally break./0/54876/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca7ddad153b0f1b33b9382632e5534b2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her rejection, His Regret: Part One
Isla is determined to leave the pack after being rejected and humiliated by the soon to be alpha, Miller. After finally coming to terms with the rejection and having moved away to the Eclipse Moon Pack, Isla is suddenly called back to her old pack due to her mother becoming unwell. Secrets and lies are about to be unravelled along the way but how will Isla react to her ex mates sudden regret at rejecting her five years ago? Can he win her back or will Isla realise her worth without him?/0/25153/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220322010049&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vampires Mate
Aiday is the daughter of an Alpha. Nicholas is the son of a Vampire King. A prophecy states that they must marry or else their people go to war where hundreds will be slaughtered. The day of Aiday’s nineteenth birthday, she discovers that her mate is the one person she didn’t want it to be, Nicholas. Nearly starting a war, she confesses the truth to him, and they marry. They then have a child, a daughter, a hybrid, but little do they know, their family has been hiding a secret for centuries./0/81314/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106195209&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Woke Up to Yesterday's Terror
The last thing I saw was Old Man Hemlock' s leering face before darkness consumed me. I died, my leg broken, sold by my own family. My father beat me, my brother tied me up, my mother screamed I was a curse. All over a credit card statement for baby supplies. I was just trying to help, saving them money with Black Friday deals. Then, I woke up. In my bed. My leg healed. It was Friday, November 24th. Black Friday. The exact day it all went wrong. My mother's voice drifted up: "Sarah? You up? Did you get those orders placed? For Jessica' s baby things?" I was back. I knew what came next: the rage, the accusations, the violence. When my mom snatched my phone and saw the bank app- $487.00-her face contorted. "Are you trying to ruin us? Again?!" she shrieked, calling me a "curse" and a "financial drain." My sister-in-law appeared, her kindness replaced by dawning horror, quickly calling my dad and brother. The same nightmare began to unfold. How could a few hundred dollars, spent on things they asked for, trigger such overwhelming hate? What hidden poison lay within that innocent financial number that turned my family into monsters? I died wondering, and now I was living the horror again, completely baffled. What was I missing? I fled, screaming for help from our quiet Rust Belt town, desperate to expose their monstrous plan before history repeated itself. But would anyone believe a terrified girl claiming her family wants to sell her to Old Man Hemlock? And what if there was a deeper truth, a past my memory had erased, that explained their terrifying reaction? My rebirth wasn't just a second chance, but a hunt for forgotten family secrets, a revelation that could either save me or condemn us all./0/41892/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230726062630&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Taming His Vengeful Dragon Luna
Gifted by my father to the Alpha, I became a slave in the Alpha's mansion. Even more than a slave. My only chance of leaving was after getting my mate just as the Alpha promised, but unfortunately, he lost his life and his ruthless son was to take his place. He made sure my life in his mansion was equal to hell. Even his girlfriend, my sister treated me the same. As everyone claim that she was the future queen of the Pack. Gerald treated me worse than the Devil till something unexpected happen. . . "You're just a slave, how can you be my mate?" Alpha Prince Gerald asked me, grabbing my throat. I felt his fingers sinking into my skin. "Ask the moon goddess, not me" I coughed out, at the same time, trying to free myself from his deadly grip. He rather keep me as his slave than being his mate. So...what was he waiting for. "I, Gerald Crestwood, hereby reject you, Daphne whatever from being my mate!" He sang into my ear. I glared into his eyes. He was waiting for me to accept his rejection. Will Daphne ever have her chance to revenge for everything Gerald has done to her?/0/80532/coverorgin.jpg?v=af1762b4f8beba9a9e021b9bad2623ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Six Months Pregnant: My Fiancé Buried Me
Six months pregnant, my heart swelled with love and dreams for the future. Jack, the ambitious game developer, was my world, and our baby, a girl, was going to complete our picture-perfect life. I poured everything into supporting him, my art echoing the passion in his studio plans. But then a phone call changed everything. Sophia, a ghost from Jack’s past, painted a venomous lie on the tiny phone screen, accusing me of sabotaging her stream, fueled by 'jealousy'. Jack, my Jack, turned on me instantly, his eyes colder than the Chicago wind outside our window. ‘This is your fault, Emily,’ he hissed, his voice a stranger’s. He advanced, seizing my arm, his grip bruising despite my swollen belly. Dragged to the musty spare room, I saw the old steamer trunk, a dark, heavy relic. ‘You’re going to feel what she felt,’ he snarled, forcing me inside. I pleaded for our baby, for our love, as he folded my limbs into the impossibly small space. The lid slammed down, and the metallic click of a padlock sealed my fate, extinguishing light and air. I died there, suffocating, my last thought of our child, our innocent daughter. He didn’t come back, even as my body decomposed within inches of his everyday life. Instead, Sophia moved in, wearing my robes, rearranging my life, celebrating her triumph on our sofa. My existence, erased; my memory, maliciously rewritten. How could the man I built a life with, the man who put a ring on my finger, leave me to rot, just a few feet from where he slept? But death was not an end, merely a new beginning for my silent wrath. My spirit lingered, an unseen tormentor in the home where I died. I would whisper in his dreams, shatter his carefully constructed lies, and guide new eyes to the darkness he hid. Jack and Sophia thought they could bury me, but they would soon discover that some truths refuse to stay buried. Justice would come, even if I had to orchestrate it from the other side./0/56128/coverorgin.jpg?v=fdbb332d7deaf3615cc3e431a4c171c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Bride
"You killed my father! Did you think you got away with it? That you had won?!" I scream at him. "Bell, what are you talking about?" he asks, confusion and hurt reflected in his eyes. "I don't..." "Liar! You are a liar. And a murderer! You.." "Enough!" Isabella thought it would just be a marriage of convenience, as common for most Mafia families, no need for their paths to ever cross. But when she overhears a conversation which revealed that Luca was in her home the day her father died, everything changed. From a union of convenience to that of revenge? Can she play this game to completion? Who will survive?/0/46429/coverorgin.jpg?v=24637ee6bbb69c206db4d6d805a438b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Guardian Of The Sacred Stone
Gerald is on his way driving to school, when a portal appears on the road in front of his car and due to the speed he is driving, he enters the portal and finds himself in another ancient but beautiful world. he finds out he has magical powers. In this new world, he is in, the people that seek to capture him are many, but why?! Find out as you read the book../0/35322/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce77998059fa409f9bfe85c107eb498d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bluemoon Ball
With the Kingdom Heir coming-of-age celebration fast approaching, the search for a match begins. It is decreed a dance will be held; an anonymous masked ball. *** An anonymous masked ball. Nothing but the unique color of your clothing for identification. Thirty ladies roam the ballroom and twenty-nine men accompanies the Prince of Amora Kingdom in his father's quest to find him a match. Sparks fly and interests grows but when masks hit the floor, hearts might not remain the same./0/56441/coverorgin.jpg?v=1064aeb3224dd59a95e86cb060476040&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mated To The Alpha Quadruplets
What did you say, little omega? I didn’t quite hear you.” Grayson rushed after me and growled; he yanked me roughly by the hair and pulled me back to face him. Then grabbing me by the scruff of the neck. I didn’t whimper or make a sound. I looked down at the ground, careful not to meet his glare. I knew that would make him more furious and I had learnt not to do that a long time ago. I could feel the eyes of the cafeteria on me, waiting for my response. My heart raced in my chest as Grayson's grip tightened on my neck. But I refused to show any weakness. That is what he wanted—weakness to show how powerful he was. But he would never be as powerful as his brothers or the Alpha and he knew it. "I said you don't have the right to treat others like dirt, Grayson," I repeated, my voice loud and clear for everyone around us to hear. Eliza is nothing more than an omega at the Creek Pack. All her life she has been treated badly by everyone especially the Alpha quadruplets and the Beta’s daughter. Determined to leave as soon as she turns eighteen, she soon realises that the moon goddess has other plans for her. How will Eliza react when she finds out that she is mated to the alpha quadruplets who made it their mission to destroy her life from day one. Will they regret their actions and claim Eliza as theirs? Or will Eliza stick to her plans and leave her mates and Creek pack for good?/0/77873/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250620033500&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound in Ash and Moonlight
In a world where every werewolf finds their destined mate and embraces their wolf form, Madeleine Blackwood stands alone, unable to shift and scorned by her kind. When a devastating rejection forces her to flee into the night, she encounters something far more dangerous than her broken dreams: a phoenix whose presence could reshape her destiny. Dante Solcrest sees the strength within Madeleine that others miss, forging a connection that defies the laws of their realm. But their forbidden love could spark a disaster that will leave nothing but ashes in its wake. In the face of conflict and devastating loss, can Madeleine discover her true strength? And in a world where power comes at the highest price, will their hearts survive the inferno? One rejected wolf. One eternal flame. A destiny written in Ash and Moonlight./0/82879/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106201631&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Game She Played
The doctor's words echoed, a distant hum, yet crystal clear: "Congratulations, Mrs. Prescott, you're pregnant!" My husband Ethan beamed beside me, his grip on my hand tightening, a wide, genuine smile lighting his face – the kind of pure joy I hadn't seen in far too long. He pulled me into a hug, his voice booming with happiness that filled the sterile room. But a cold dread pierced me, deeper than any clinic air conditioning. This exact moment. I remembered it. In my last life, this pregnancy, this supposed joy, became the very weapon they used against me. Chloe, Ethan's first choice, the woman he was supposed to marry, had returned. She feigned concern, using her 'wellness expertise' facade to get close. She then whispered poison in Ethan' s ear, painting me as a burden, before orchestrating my 'accident' – a fall that led to the tragic loss of my child, and soon after, my own broken, wasted death. I could still hear Chloe's voice, soft and venomous, as I lay bleeding: "You were always beneath us, Ava. Just in the way." That memory burned, a raw wound in my soul. The sheer injustice of their cruelty, the depths of their betrayal, still sent ice through my veins. How could I have been so naive, so easily discarded? The confusion, the despair from that past life resurfaced, potent and suffocating. But this time, I was ready. The knowledge wasn't a shroud, but a shield. I blinked, forcing a fragile smile. My new goal was clear, etched in the pain of my past: survive, protect my child, and utterly destroy them./1/110412/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260317182631&imageMogr2/format/webp)
