Fantasy Books for Women
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His First Love, My Son's Grave
For years, I, an Apache Spirit Guide, brought blessings to the Maxwell ranch, transforming its barren soil into fertile land through ancient ways. My marriage to Ethan had sealed a sacred pact, and our son, Kay, was a vibrant symbol of this union, his laughter echoing through the canyons. Then, Sophia Kincaid, Ethan’s past love, reappeared. She claimed to be pregnant with his child and, manipulated by a shady psychic, demanded Kay’s sacred turquoise amulet—a protection blessed by my elders—to ensure her baby’s “destiny.” Ethan, blinded by Sophia’s charm, violently ripped the amulet from our five-year-old son’s neck. Kay died that night, bleeding and gasping in my arms, while Ethan, oblivious to his son's violent pineapple allergy, entertained Sophia. My grief was absolute, yet for him, it was merely an inconvenience. Publicly humiliated, forced to drink a vile potion stealing my fertility, my hands brutally broken by Ethan himself, I wondered: how could the man I loved, the father of my child, descend into such monstrous cruelty? Lying broken and bleeding in the dust, the man I married abandoned me. But as darkness threatened to consume me, my ancestors whispered, igniting a new fire within. Now, I, Wind Walker, have returned to my people, ready to embrace my true power and witness the Maxwell legacy crumble, just as Ethan’s soul did./0/36270/coverorgin.jpg?v=e9c06aeab7b52126fc9c11af042b4e67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha Mate Is a Witch
" I found my mate" priestess Catori was shocked when the king made his announcement, after the initial shock she began panicking, 'he cannot do this to me, not now' she's is not yet prepared for this, they had agreed to keep this a secret until they are prepared for this. 'why is he suddenly announcing it now'./0/47626/coverorgin.jpg?v=0cc6250da7e55411d92cd3f8b298459a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WITCHES KNOT
Lee Charvez is a witch in a family where all of the women are born with inherent gifts of power. She is a witch dreamer, she has the ability to walk in dreams and the subconscious and to work magic there. There is only one Charvez witch dreamer each generation and she’s the strongest in generations. She meets the man of her dreams, literally, when she bumps into Aidan Bell outside their apartment building in New Orleans. He’s a three-hundred-year-old vampire with the face of a wicked angel, and he has no problem with claiming her as his own. As if that isn’t miraculous enough there’s another man, a powerful wizard, Alex Carter, who makes their partnership into a triad. Problem is, there’s no time to sit back and enjoy her newfound loves because there’s a demon out to destroy the source of her powers, and her entire family in the bargain./0/82667/coverorgin.jpg?v=f327f3d05c078f45bba2684cf018c4e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Buried Truth
It' s been seven long years since Eliza Hayes, my mother, was branded a "fallen woman" and supposedly died in the desolate Outlands. Now, a sickness grips our commune, whispered to be my mother's curse. Reverend Marcus Thorne, my father, once her beloved husband, is forced to lead an expedition to her supposed grave, to "cleanse" her remains and end her rumored influence. At that crude pile of stones, my eight-year-old self, a wild child of the Outlands, emerged from the shadows, clutching the wooden bluebird my mother gifted me. "My mother' s spirit will find justice," I declared, my voice steady. That's when they unearthed an antique silver locket from the grave-a gift from Marcus, a secret from their youth. Then, a voice from the past filled the air: Eliza' s. It spoke of betrayal-of my aunt Abigail, Marcus' s new wife, drugging him and taking Eliza' s place at their wedding. It recounted years of Abigail' s cruel manipulations, framing Eliza for countless misdeeds, even using Marcus' s own trust to banish her. The locket revealed her desperate cold penance, losing their first child-a baby they never knew existed. Marcus' s world shattered. He was caught between his past and present, writhing in guilt and disbelief. I had to ask him, "Did you protect her?", cutting through the noise of denial. This wasn't just a sad story; it was a deeply buried conspiracy, a monstrous injustice disguised as divine judgment. But the locket was only the beginning. With blood from a fresh cut, I pressed my hand to my sacred wooden bluebird, unleashing a torrent of visions. The truth screamed out: Abigail hadn't just tormented Eliza, she had conspired with brutal Outlands gangs, sacrificing innocent women and orchestrating a heinous frame-up that led to my pregnant mother' s exile. The time for silent suffering is over. The true hunt for justice has begun./0/83966/coverorgin.jpg?v=eea25843d77e57fe33335dd49cb28ab0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
For My Daughter, A Storm
The sterile hospital room hummed with the slow, dying breath of my daughter, Gabrielle. My rare family gift, usually a beacon of fortune, felt utterly useless as I watched her slip away. My husband, Andrew, stood cold and calculating, not grieving, but orchestrating a political damage control campaign, sacrificing Gabrielle' s reputation for his ambition. Then, the true horror unfolded: he confessed his affair, then mocked my ancestral remedy-the very cure that saved his life once-before pouring the last precious vial onto a sick dog, letting our daughter die. How could a man be so heartless, so utterly devoid of humanity, to choose ambition and a dog' s comfort over his own child' s life? But as I buried Gabrielle in the sacred Appalachian soil of our ancestors, a chilling realization ignited within me: the pact was broken, and now, my gift would no longer protect them; it would exact a vengeful fate./0/74557/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a5525e90d08f58217573c5838e540d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
TWICE CURSED
A werewolf stronger than any before her. A vampire with secrets buried in blood. And a prophecy that could doom them both. For centuries, Lupendralis and Sanguival have been locked in an endless war, werewolves claiming the night, vampires ruling the day. No truce. No surrender. No hope. But hidden in the shadows of their ancient feud lies a prophecy-a whisper of a child born of both bloodlines, neither wolf nor vampire, destined to annihilate the vampire race and save the werewolves. Most believe it's a myth. Until Anastasia appeared. She doesn't remember her past. She doesn't understand her power. But when she slaughters twenty-five vampires in seconds, she knows one thing for certain-she is not normal. Valerian, a vampire bound to the secrets of his kind, knows what she is. The Twice-Cursed Child. The one foretold to bring the end of his people. But there is something even more terrifying than the prophecy-a force beyond werewolves and vampires. A darkness that has been waiting for her. As Anastasia searches for the truth, one question haunts her: is she the savior of her people, or the monster destined to destroy them all? Perfect for fans of supernatural fantasy, Twice Cursed is a thrilling tale of forbidden power, deadly secrets, and a destiny too dangerous to escape./0/23944/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e0b90dd407fc18ef08f8deb1e495a14&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dragon's Academy
Dragons are born in twins set, one dominant while the other is submissive. One can't survive without the other, the dominants are sent to military schools, they'll spend most of their life-controlling their Dragon side. While the other half goes to Dragon Academy, they'll learn how to cope with being submissive, they are categorized into littles, pets, or simply submissives. The older dominant would meet them there, teach them how to shift, protect them from all dangers, and finally claim them as theirs forever. Kaiden is a special case, a little who never regressed before, she also never cried, until crossing roads with Adrian, a fiery red dragon. Thank you @TayTay_1996 for the cover!!! This story is DDLG, CGL, Fluff. Apologies for any misspelling or grammar mistakes./0/74883/coverorgin.jpg?v=d120edfc595220e29f599bab7a546f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Moonlit Heir
When Elara Thorne, a fiercely independent young woman betrayed and abandoned while pregnant, stumbles into the secluded mountain estate of the enigmatic billionaire Lucien Vale, her life takes a turn she never imagined. But Lucien is no ordinary man-he's a centuries-old werewolf cursed to loneliness, bound by a blood oath that forbids him from loving a human. Yet something about Elara-her scent, her spirit, her unborn child-awakens something ancient and forgotten in him. But secrets lie buried beneath moonlight and marble. The child Elara carries may not be entirely human either... and the father who left her may not have been who he claimed to be after all./0/98568/coverorgin.jpg?v=edd4fcea7ddee5e6acec5dfddb63006a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Welcome to Aetherborn: Crushes, Curses & Creatures
Seraphine Vale is whisked away to Aetherborn Academy after a terrifying magical incident, she expects answers, not four dangerously captivating boys who seem unnervingly drawn to her. Alaric, the cold vampire noble. Kade, the brooding werewolf with eyes like storms. Damien, the charming dragon prince. And Lucien, the beautiful, unreadable incubus who invades her dreams. Each boy reacts to Seraphine as if they've known her far longer than she's been alive... and each one's powers surge unpredictably around her. As forbidden feelings spark and jealousy rises, Seraphine discovers a chilling truth: a prophecy ties her fate to theirs and to a sealed ancient power capable of either saving or destroying their world. Dark forces begin stirring beneath the Academy, hunting her magic... and her heart. To survive, Seraphine must unravel the mystery of who she really is and which boy she can trust when love itself might set the prophecy in motion. Because awakening the Aetherborn doesn't just change her destiny. It changes everyone around her./0/82670/coverorgin.jpg?v=24c6bce3aacc33c88ba0f67a85580cbe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Where the Emberblooms Burn Bright
I was Elara, a Steward, a healer blessed with the Hearthstone Spirit. Years ago, I saved Governor Thorne' s life, sharing my essence, mending him when no one else could, bringing life back to his dying state. Now, I carried his child, a powerful new life blossoming within me. But then Isabelle Hayes, ambitious and cold, whispered poison into his ear. She convinced Thorne my child' s nascent power was a threat, unnatural. He betrayed me, ordering the destruction of the sacred Emberblooms our child's Spirit needed, imprisoning me, twisting my purpose into a weapon against me. Isabelle falsely claimed I was hiding the Spirit of my unborn child, faking a mysterious illness. Thorne, blinded by fear and manipulation, cruelly demanded I give him what was already lost. My baby, its Spirit already gone because he destroyed the Emberblooms, lay still within me. He refused to believe me, beating and torturing me. For every phantom symptom Isabelle displayed, he executed another of my people. I watched, helpless, as my entire community, including my sister, was massacred. Finally, he ordered a surgeon to cut the Spirit from my chest, ending my life on the desecrated land of my ancestors. How could the man I saved become such a monster? How could he sacrifice everything – my child, my people, me – for a lie? As my life faded, stolen for a Spirit that wasn't there, a raw, immense injustice consumed me. Had he truly forgotten I gave him a piece of my own Spirit, the very thing keeping him alive? But as my body burned, tossed like trash, something ancient and furious ignited. The earth itself revolted, refusing to let my death be in vain. I felt a surge, a rebirth from the flames, fused with immense power. I am Elara, the healer no more. I am the Reckoning; justice will be swift and absolute./0/80399/coverorgin.jpg?v=c29c12297afe348e23a7cdfad4a9eafc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Night I Died, She Chose Him
My spirit watched. That’s all I could do while my life slipped away. My eight-year-old son, Finn, begged his mother, Laura, to help me. I was gasping, mid-asthma attack. But Laura, my wife, pulled away, eyes flicking to the door. She dismissed me as "dramatic," a lie whispered by her manipulative ex-flame, Julian Vance. He had convinced her I was faking, and she chose him, leaving me to die alone, just to meet him. I died, but my spirit remained, a powerless anchor to our home. I watched in agonizing horror as Laura abandoned Finn, leaving him with my cooling body. When Finn, terrified and barefoot, ran for help, he found Laura laughing with Julian. She dismissed his pleas, punished him for "embarrassing" her, even wishing I would "disappear." Julian, the architect of our ruin, systematically drained our savings, gaslit Laura, and now relentlessly tortured our son. I saw him dismember my dead body, and Finn was forced to witness it all. Yet, Laura, tragically blinded by obsession, believed Julian’s every lie, ignoring Finn’s cries, his visible injuries. How could she choose this monster over her own child, her own husband? How could her love turn into such monstrous neglect? My helpless rage was a silent scream, an agony beyond death itself. But tethered to her madness, I couldn't rest. Until the crushing truth finally shattered her delusion, I knew my boy and I would be bound to this nightmare. Could she ever truly see the monster she embraced, and the family she destroyed? Or would we forever be prisoners of her oblivion?/0/23945/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d72c46bcb6937853189a963461444e3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Company's little.
Talia works in a company, it's a secret matching companies, they are known for BDSM matching, you can find your future submissive from any kind, training courses, clothing, toys, and anything you want or imagine. They had a special way to discipline their employees, every time you did a mistake your supervisor would spank you. She saw many things, she saw all kind of BDSM relations, in one impulsive moment she decided to tries what she works in, and who else is better than her own friends to try with. That left her with a traumatic experience, she hate everything related to BDSM and being submissive, she's neither, and if she could afford leaving this whole place she would. Marco, he's a daddy dominant, a trainer, and recruiter, he had his eyes on a special girl in his workplace, he knew she's a little even if she didn't yet. He wants her, but is he too hurt and traumatized to accept what he have planned for her. This is my way to deal with my depression, read it if you want, I'll be grateful for you. This is a DDLG/ABDL/CGL story, you've been warned. Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes./0/85915/coverorgin.jpg?v=607a66eaceef671394b320ed18cb25fc&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./0/86240/coverorgin.jpg?v=76a63cda6f43adf0c4a3d0a9b6f909ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Envy, My Unbreakable Heart
My life was perfect, or as close to it as an art student could dream. I was the top candidate for the prestigious Atherton scholarship, a full ride that would launch my career, my paintings getting noticed, my grades stellar. Then my roommate, Chloe, pressed a tarnished silver locket into my palm, a "good luck" charm to secure my future. From that day, my life inexplicably soared, every creative block vanished, every anxiety quelled. Until the day the scholarship was announced. The gallery was packed, my paintings front and center, proud and beaming. And then, a searing pain, blinding and brutal, tore through my abdomen. I collapsed, screaming, the world blurring into a chaotic nightmare of pain and blood. Right there, under the bright lights, I gave birth. The scandal was instant, absolute, splashed across every headline: "Miracle Birth or Immoral Hoax? Art Student' s Public Scandal." The university revoked my scholarship, my parents disowned me, and my friends vanished. My future shattered, the baby taken away, I found myself alone in a cheap motel, walking to a bridge, looking at the dark, swirling water below. I only understood why everything happened after I died. The locket wasn't for luck, but a cursed object. It drained life essence and transferred stolen pregnancies. And the mastermind was Chloe, consumed by envy, orchestrating my downfall to claim my scholarship and my baby' s wealthy father. My soul screamed with a rage that transcended death. Then, a violent pull. I gasped, my eyes flying open. I wasn' t falling into cold water. I was back in my dorm room, the smell of oil paint thick in the air. Chloe stood before me, hand outstretched, the antique silver locket gleaming. "For good luck," she said, her voice dripping with the poison I could finally hear. I was back, and this time, the ending would be different./0/22973/coverorgin.jpg?v=a734d8344d3405f3eb278406d178b5b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mated by mistake: his reluctant luna
Rosalie Murdoch was devasted when her mate and the Alpha of the pack, Chris Reynolds betrays her taking someone else for his mate. Heartbroken she has a one night stand with the visiting alpha, Alex Greyson. Horrified, by her action, she tries to run away, only to be claimed by Greyson as his mate. But now, Chris her former mate wants her back. Stuck between the two Alpha, and an impending pack war. What would be Rosalie's fate?/0/99543/coverorgin.jpg?v=90ff21503649bb6b0a56b76a819bebcb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ariel's Quiet Light
Ariel, brilliant and painfully beautiful, lives in shadow after losing her mother at five. Re-homed to a father who should have protected her but instead emotionally wounds her, she flees to her aunt's house, only to find cruelty in a new shape. With nowhere left to hide, Ariel learns to endure until a stranger gifts her a delicate necklace that hums with something like magic. It promises more than protection: a mirror to the wounds she's buried, a path toward reclaiming her story, and a way to change the lives trapped beside her. As Ariel explores the necklace's power, she becomes both healer and heroine, risking the safety of silence for the danger of hope./0/80401/coverorgin.jpg?v=f8ae55a2c32bd10b42806c54933e2a5e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Father Drowned Me, Then Left Me to the Pirates Again
My own father, David, drowned me in the cold Caribbean, tying the anchor chain to my ankles himself, his voice devoid of emotion as he declared it was "for Chloe," my adopted sister, blaming me for her demise. But instead of death, I gasped awake, not underwater, but on our luxury yacht, the *Serenity*, hours before the terrifying pirate attack I'd already endured, realizing I was trapped reliving my darkest nightmare. My frantic warnings dismissed, my father abandoned us *again*, taking all able-bodied security and crew for a dolphin chase with Chloe, only to explicitly tell my terrified mother on the phone that I was "shark bait *again*," a chilling confirmation that he remembered my original death and was willing to let it happen once more. The injustice was soul-crushing: while my brother, Mike, bravely sacrificed his arm fighting the invading pirates, even our closest ally, Uncle Ben, initially sided with David and Chloe, believing their manipulative lies about my supposed "jealous drama." However, the grotesque discovery of Mike's severed limb in the open ocean finally shattered Uncle Ben's blind faith, transforming him into an unlikely ally and igniting within me an unyielding resolve to uncover the shocking truth: my "sweet" adopted sister, Chloe, was the actual orchestrator of every horrific betrayal, and I would make sure she paid for every single one of our recurring nightmares./0/69370/coverorgin.jpg?v=b99f4a51cd0c4166567f8a46df4a7f22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Journey of The Wind Magical Girl
Alisa Garbareva, a Karelian girl who was rescued by nurses from a burning village, has to live her miserable life in an orphanage. Fortunately, she has a loyal friend who accompanies and helps her at all times, her name is Floria Fresilca from the Vitanian. The closeness between the two leads them to a bond of friendship between the two warring ethnics. Eight years have passed. Alisa, who is now attending in Kartovik Girls High School, is living her new life as a student, and is being chanted to become a magical girl who is required to carry out various missions ordered by the school. One of the missions turns out to be successful in bringing her together with her past friend, Floria, who is now the Vitanian magical girl. "What happened to you, Flo?" Alisa's encounter with her past friend leaves a big mystery about what really happened between Karelia and Vitania. Will they be able to solve the mystery and bring peace to their country?/0/86242/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c19a18ccc6b4cd62517edd43b0bd88c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Smile, My Burning Hell
The new penthouse apartment, meant to be a monument to our future, felt like a tomb. In my hand, a medical report confirmed my fiancée Chloe' s secret lover, Liam O' Connell, was dying from a highly contagious, deadly illness. A brutal memory tore through me: In my last life, my fury over this same betrayal led to Liam's accidental death. Chloe, consumed by grief, retaliated by orchestrating a fiery car crash that killed my parents and me. I still smelled the gasoline, heard my mother' s screams, watched her smiling face as we burned. How could this be happening again? I was back, at the very same moment, holding the very same report. This time, I wouldn't scream. I wouldn't rage. I would simply shred the proof and let nature take its course. Justice would be cold, patient, and meticulously planned. My phone rang. It was Chloe, her voice sharp and demanding about a declined credit card. Then, she uttered a chilling phrase: "Is this about Liam? Are you really going to be this pathetic? I thought we were past you trying to use his health to ruin my life." My blood ran cold. She knew. She remembered. She was reborn too. This wasn't just a breakup. This was war, and she had just made the first move./0/60613/coverorgin.jpg?v=1804a48c0ba5153672440209ca9cb6d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
