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The Dragon Queen: Runaway Bride

The Dragon Queen: Runaway Bride

Princess Pandora was born to wear a crown but never to choose her own fate. Trapped in a life of silk, silence, and obedience, her future is sealed the moment her father promises her to a ruthless king feared across kingdoms. A political marriage becomes a life sentence she refuses to accept. So she runs. With her loyal friend Maria, Pandora risks everything to escape the palace, but freedom comes at a price. Betrayal, blood, and a desperate leap into the unknown leave them stranded in a foreign land where nothing feels familiar. In the warrior kingdom of Scorish, Pandora discovers a truth that changes everything. Dragons are real, and they do not bow to just anyone. When one of the most powerful creatures responds to her, she becomes a mystery no one can ignore. Caught between suspicion and protection, she finds herself drawn to the cold yet honorable Prince Valdanus. He is a man bound by duty, yet dangerously close to breaking it for her. As trust grows between them, so does a connection neither of them expected. But her past is not done with her. The king she defied is coming, and this time he is bringing war. He will stop at nothing to claim what he believes belongs to him. As kingdoms prepare for battle and dragons rise into the skies, Pandora must decide who she truly is. She can remain a runaway bride or become something far greater. Some crowns are not given, they are taken with fire.
Beast World: They Hated Me, Then I Cooked Them Dinner

Beast World: They Hated Me, Then I Cooked Them Dinner

Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part. The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys. Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero. Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold. I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth. But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me." Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again. Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
Traveling to ancient tribes to build infrastructure

Traveling to ancient tribes to build infrastructure

I woke up with a splitting headache, only to realize I had transmigrated into the body of a fragile rodent-variant female in a brutal, mutated wasteland. Before I could even process my new reality, I was shoved into a mandatory pairing auction. The guards gave me exactly ten seconds to find a partner, or I would be sent to the deadly border patrol squads as cannon fodder. Three massive, heavily scarred mutants with greedy eyes immediately locked onto me, ready to claim me as their plaything. Desperate for a legal shield, I scrambled away from the brutes and made a shocking choice. I walked straight up to the one person everyone else was avoiding like the plague-a sickly, pale man coughing up dark red blood in the corner. "Partner up. I need a shield, you need a caretaker." When the guard registered our names, the entire square erupted in open mockery. The chieftain even warned me that my new partner was poisoned, a dead man walking who couldn't hunt or protect me. In their eyes, a weakling and a dying man were nothing but a joke, doomed to freeze or starve. But the jeering crowd didn't know two things. First, I possessed a wealth of old-world survival knowledge. Second, the fragile man sleeping on my stone bed wasn't just a dying invalid. Why would an elite silver wolf warrior with terrifying, suppressed power hide among the lowest of the low? I didn't care about his secrets. Looking at the barren dirt behind our rundown shelter, I handed him a stone hoe. While the rest of the camp waited for us to die, we were going to build an impenetrable underground fortress.
The Omega Tribrid: Claimed by Three Kings

The Omega Tribrid: Claimed by Three Kings

They called her Omega as if it were her name, as if stripping her of an identity would make it easier to forget that she was born under a blood moon and left at the borders of a pack that never wanted her. Seraphina has spent her entire life on her knees scrubbing floors stained with the victories of wolves who never saw her as one of their own, enduring humiliation, hunger, and the cold certainty that she will never shift, never belong, and never rise above the rank they forced upon her. In a kingdom where strength is everything and weakness is despised, she survives by lowering her eyes and swallowing her pride, unaware that the submission they scent-marked into her skin is slowly being rejected by something ancient stirring in her blood. When King Kael Draven, the ruthless Alpha of Alphas, visits her pack to inspect growing unrest along the borders, he expects obedience and reports, not the intoxicating scent of a mate that feels wrong, forbidden, and impossibly powerful. The moment his gaze lands on the trembling omega kneeling in the courtyard, the bond snaps with violent force, igniting not only his wolf's possessive instincts but a dangerous ripple across the supernatural realms. Because Seraphina does not smell like a simple wolf. She smells like claws and blood and magic woven together, like a prophecy whispered in secret councils and buried beneath centuries of fear. As her presence begins to crack ancient seals placed upon her at birth, two other rulers feel the shift in the balance of power. Lucien Valecrest, the immortal Vampire King whose control has never faltered in centuries of rule, senses royal blood awakening in the wind and realizes the impossible truth that his fated mate lives among wolves as a discarded omega. Alaric Thorne, the enigmatic Witch King who guards the oldest prophecies, knows that the child hidden from execution two decades ago has finally begun to rise, and that her awakening will either unite the three kingdoms or reduce them to ash. Caught between three kings bound to her by fate and a pack that once delighted in her suffering, Seraphina must confront the truth of her existence: she is not weak, not broken, and not merely a wolf without a shift, but a tribrid born of forbidden bloodlines, a living fusion of witch, werewolf, and vampire whose power was sealed to keep the world from tearing itself apart. As war brews, jealous rivals scheme, and ancient enemies emerge from the shadows, the girl who was forced to kneel must decide whether she will continue to survive quietly or rise and claim the crown destiny carved into her soul. In a world that taught her she was nothing, Seraphina will discover that she was never meant to belong to a single pack, a single throne, or even a single king, but to rule them all, and when the former omega finally stands, every kingdom will learn that the rarest creature in existence is not the one born powerful, but the one who rises from cruelty with a crown forged in claws, blood, and magic.