Fantasy Books for Women
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No Longer Her Blood Bag
My name is Ethan, and for seven years, I was a vampire's blood thrall, a living blood bag for Victoria, my supposed mistress. Every day was pure agony, battling the "Pact Strain" – a searing pain that only her blood could ease, blood she rarely offered. I endured her extreme neglect, her casual cruelty, feeling my spirit erode away, piece by painful piece. Then, Liam arrived – a human she rescued, immediately wrapped in her obsessive affection. My suffering became unbearable, my very existence dismissed as she doted on him. The ultimate betrayal came when she literally offered my throat to a newly turned, rabid Liam, commanding him to feed on me to stabilize his transformation. I was just a disposable sacrifice. Through a haze of pain and fading vision, I saw the truth: I was nothing but a living convenience, a mere self-service blood bank. How could I have been so blind, so endlessly devoted to someone who saw me as less than an object? The agonizing bite paled in comparison to the sting of her absolute disregard. But in that moment of dying despair, a desperate, cunning spark ignited. I feigned unconsciousness, using my self-inflicted wounds as a cover. I would escape. I would find my chance to destroy the pact's binding artifact, and finally sever these chains of torment. What happens when your enslaver tries to reclaim you, threatening the one kind soul who ever helped you?/0/84834/coverorgin.jpg?v=ccd9e3a674d292a009b909c6b9b8085a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mute Muse's Revenge
For nine years, I lived as a ghost, tethered to Ethan Blackwood. The art world knew me as "A.N.", the mute artist madly in love with the city's most renowned and arrogant art critic, a story they all enjoyed. They didn't know the truth: nine years ago, my younger sister Lily was dying, and desperation led me to the mysterious Muse System. The price for her life? My voice and identity, transforming me into Ethan' s dedicated muse, his silent shadow. I endured his daily humiliation, his condescending words, and his blatant preference for Vivienne, his "white moonlight," while I mimicked her style, sinking into debt. Tonight was our seventh anniversary, also my 28th birthday, but he never came home, the special meal growing cold as the clock ticked past midnight. He finally stumbled in at 2 AM, reeking of alcohol, saw my absence, and woke me with a snarled command: "Draw my bath." My bare feet slipped on a stray drop of water, sending a searing pain through my leg as I fell hard on the marble floor, but he just watched with pure indifference. Then his phone chimed, his voice instantly softening, humming a happy tune as he spoke to Vivienne, admiring a sculpture he' d bought her-a fortune spent while I bled myself dry for his approval. That night, my own sister, Lily, called, shrill with accusation: "Vivienne is so upset! Ethan belongs with her! You need to divorce him and disappear!" Days later, my grandmother assaulted me at a family dinner, shoving me until my head met a sharp table corner, a flash of white pain and then darkness. I awoke in a hospital, my mother dismissing my concussion as "drama," and my grandmother asking the doctor, with strange hope, "Is she going to die?" Vivienne visited, placing lilies to trigger my allergy, then feigning a cut to get Ethan' s attention, successfully turning his rage on me. He dragged me from the bed, forcing me to my knees before her, demanding an apology I couldn' t give, leaving me there, alone and humiliated. The next blow came from Vivienne again, a "calculated" trip that sent scalding coffee all over me, leaving me crumpled on the floor with second-degree burns while Ethan checked on her, blaming me for the mess. No one helped me, not him, not the servants, as my heart, a dead, calm sea, felt nothing but resignation. The Muse System finally alerted me to the severe toll the mission had taken: a terminal diagnosis with only a month to live. Ethan, completely oblivious, brought Vivienne to an obstetrics clinic, where she brandished a sonogram: "It' s yours, Ethan. We're going to be a family." I learned then everything I had sacrificed for was a lie, and there was no longer any turning back. My one goal remained: to reclaim my identity before the end. I called Dr. Alex Carter: "I want my old face back... I want to die as myself."/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./1/109864/coverorgin.jpg?v=f28d81a97ec837b1aebe74a8cd6fef67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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./1/109708/coverorgin.jpg?v=27259d9f68b5e7f51a5c9077b8b9edd3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CROWN OF THE FORGOTTEN FLAMES
In a kingdom where fire and frost clash, An immortal king awakens from centuries of slumber..... And a forgotten princess discover powers she never imagined. Together they must unite their realms, confront an ancient force and navigate a bond that ignites with desire, danger and magic But will the dread court yield?, And can passion alone be enough to survive?./0/32272/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b9197dd01d9380fd681906941a89488&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wolves And Vampires
The story of a Lycan and his Mate, and the devil who threatened to tear them apart. And the story of Three powerful vampire Kings and their fragile mate. Mysteries, the darkness of the past, and storms ahead, Can any of them make it to their final destination? Or they will get lost in the waves of time? Two stories, six lives, one book, one desired ending and demons of the dark. Read to find out their Journey./0/32585/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b0ca2e587080966869674cfd3b6c065&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia queen.
I cringe in fear as he traces his finger down my half naked body feasting his eyes on me. My already wet transparent outfit isn't helping matters. I feel his hand graze through my nipple slightly making me face the wall. I feel his bulge rub against me, pushing him off and pin me down with no effort. "It won't be fun if you don't resist," she says, slightly rubbing his hands on my ass. I feel a sharp wave of pain as he thrusts into me, gradually it turns to pleasure as he thrusts faster. My brain tells me to fight him off and run but my body aches for more pleasure. I've always been this kind of slut but tonight I feel violated. His lips move closer aiming for a kiss,disgusted I kick him in the groin causing him to fall sprawling on the ground Reaching for my jacket, he pulls me by my ankle. I kick him off but he's holding on too tight. restless and impatient I reach for the gun just before pulling the trigger without second thought, he stays still not moving, seconds after blood comes gushing out from his abdomen I hear claps come from behind. "Well-done Nikita, welcome to the crib"/0/82332/coverorgin.jpg?v=91dec06275e4d752f71776bf948b663a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When The Dead Speak: Sarah's Journal
I hovered, a restless spirit, above the opulent ballroom of the Fairmont Copley Plaza. This grand wedding, shimmering with laughter and clinking champagne flutes, celebrated Ethan Astor and Olivia Miller. It should have been my wedding to Ethan. But I was dead, reduced to a convenient scandal weeks ago, my tragic "overdose" a footnote in their perfect lives. Below, society whispered, calling me "difficult" and "ungrateful," while my adoptive parents, the Millers, who once tossed my few possessions like trash, warmly embraced their "true" daughter. They believed Ethan' s carefully doctored photos and the lies that framed my fall from grace. No one among these glittering guests knew about the Lupus eating me alive, the relentless pain, or the crushing exhaustion that ultimately consumed me. They simply saw Sarah, the troubled heiress, a messy problem conveniently gone. The injustice, the quiet suffering they willfully ignored, burned colder than my ghostly form. Then, during what should have been Ethan' s charming speech, Olivia, the new bride, stood. She held up a small, sleek USB drive, her eyes firm. "I have something to share," she announced, her voice echoing. "A final message. From Sarah." My breath, if I had one, would have hitched. My most private journal, my very words, were about to silence their celebration, with the police already waiting outside./0/22417/coverorgin.jpg?v=95bd115e68a6e201e945f20ea0d9e898&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Into the Unknown || King Caspian
INTRO Destiny is a skilled player, it is able to make possible even the impossible...but destiny does not play alone. When it seems that there is no more hope, when we believe that we no longer have the strength to go on, when we feel lost and, at the same time, imprisoned by our own life, then more than ever is the time to hope, the time to fight to find ourselves and break our chains. All Elizabeth wanted was an escape from an ordinary life, a world she couldn't fit into, a past that haunted her every night. She needed to find her place, find a home. And Narnia needed her. DISCLAIMER The rights of the plots, some of the dialogues an characters are reserved to the writer C.S. Lewis and the director Michael Apted. I own only the characters, dialogues and scenes not present in the book "The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Trader" nor in its cinematographic representation. Cover by me/0/48542/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb15582a56cccf5051ef93ae7c3bf536&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha's Mysterious Friends
"Poor Alondra, finally falling for someone, yet, he is the one she cannot have.'' ** "Can a heart be broken when it's already stopped beating?'' Seraphina asked, while she stared at the moonlight. "I suppose not." "Then strive to be so, Alondra. Your love for the Alpha tears you apart. What happens when you finally see him mate with another? Will you break? Or will you finally stop holding your breath..." *************** Raised in a classic Cinderella story, everyone believed Alondra Greene was cursed. With a stepmother who hated her and two step sisters who mistreated her, she couldn't have it any worse. However, having fallen in love with the only good thing in her life, her best friends, and soon to be Alpha, Weston Pierce, she is just unsure of everything. What happens when Weston is to assume the new role of Alpha and the responsibilities that come with it? Can Alondra caution the fall that comes with being abandoned by him and having to bottle her feelings for him? Does the Alpha feel the same, or is all this just some hopeless story where Cinderella loved the wrong prince?/0/54956/coverorgin.jpg?v=22532312abb581bb0af87ccc4a8b6038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Dare With The Evil
"Is this what you've been looking for‚ woman?" suddenly a playful‚ soulless voice astounded me. Without a second thought I faced that year and looked at it angrily. And there I saw a man holding my clutch and a key. I stood up suddenly and was about to attack it when it suddenly disappeared like a bubble in front of me. "W-what wonder is this?" I asked myself weakly. My hair stood on end at what happened. B-why did he disappear? Magic? Magic isn't real! Unexpectedly‚ I felt a cold sensation behind my back. “Looking for me? Hmmm..” Again that playful voice whispered to my ears. I want to face this person and slap but my feet don't want to move. I'm to frozen to my stead. I can't move an inch or even breathe normally because of this chilling vibes he is emitting. "Why? Scared of? Move‚ woman. Move." He commanded from behind as his voice sounded so dark. "Wh-what are you?" Finally‚ I found my voice. The man encircled me‚ examining every depth parts of me as he kept on playing the keys on his slender fingers. He stopped in front of so as key he's playing with‚ and stood in a dignifying way. He showed a grin as his hand touched my damp cheek. "Do you wanna play a dare with the devil?"/0/79986/coverorgin.jpg?v=5831642aff386c7abc3b57cac95875ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen Identity, True Revenge
Cold water hit my face, shocking me awake in the dingy back room of Oakhaven Eats. My son Leo stood over me, a dripping glass in his hand, his child's voice sharp with accusation. But I jolted awake with a searing memory: the Philadelphia alley in 2014, the freezing rain, Amelia’s triumphant smile as I drew my last breath. Then, darkness—my death, nine years in the future. My mother-in-law, Carol Bishop, stormed in, her face a familiar mask of disapproval, instantly demanding my meager tips and shaming me for being a ‘bum’ compared to her ‘hero firefighter’ son Mark. The stench of stale grease and faded floral wallpaper confirmed this wasn't just a dream; it was indeed October 2005, a year after Mark's supposed heroic death. Every memory flooded back: raising Leo alone, enduring Carol's daily abuse and theft, and ultimately discovering Mark was alive, thriving in Philadelphia with Amelia, my adoptive sister. Amelia, the quiet girl I protected, who had systematically stolen my identity, my future, and even my heroic father’s legacy. How could I be back? How could this elaborate deception, this cruel future I’d already survived and witnessed, now be my past? The echo of Amelia’s taunts—"I took your SAT scores, your UPenn acceptance, even your father’s story"—still stung with the force of betrayal. My own son, Leo, had disowned me in that alley, poisoned by their lies, abandoning me to my final moments. But in this inexplicable rebirth, the numbing despair I remembered was replaced by a burning fury, a cold, hard resolve. I was back, I was alive, and this time, the truth I knew would not be buried—it would be meticulously unearthed, weaponized. This time, they would pay for everything./1/108614/coverorgin.jpg?v=cbfc7ef673a3ff81b1313d428c0287ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Curse of the dragon flames
BLURB; They told her she was born to die. They told him he was born to kill. They were both wrong. Hazel was the perfect sacrifice: poor, powerless, and prepared for the dragon's flame. Prince Dravon was the perfect executioner: ruthless, royal, and bound by duty. Their first glance which was a magnetic attraction changed everything. Now, running from a kingdom that wants her blood and a brother who wants his throne, they uncover a horrific secret. The ritual is a key to unlock something ancient vorthar an ancient dragon God. The curse is a cage. And Hazel's rare bloodline containing the blood line of three realms makes her the most dangerous creature in the world the target of a priestess who wants eternal power and a dragon-god who dreams of eternal fire and freedom to rule the whole world. To save their worlds, Hazel and Dravon must burn the old lies to the ground and forge a new legend from the ashes./0/86400/coverorgin.jpg?v=dbfb7cb74deebcae21138cdbabf3a5bf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Lies, His Unbreakable Spirit
It was our ten-year anniversary, a celebration of the life Chloe and I had built, a life where her gallery thrived on the back of my secret, unique artistic ability. But then, I saw the name "Mark" flash across her phone, a ghost from her past that she claimed was long gone, and a cold dread settled in my stomach. Minutes later, Mark-pale, sickly, and utterly unwelcome-was being paraded into our party by Chloe, who then, to my horror, demanded I use my life-draining power to create a spectacular light show for his band's performance. I watched, hidden backstage, as my essence poured out, illuminating the man she adored, while she waved away my pleas to stop, her eyes fixed on him, a tenderness for him that she hadn't shown me in years. Left crumpled on the floor, my power spent, Chloe abandoned me for him, and I knew with a chilling certainty that the decade we' d shared was a lie, and there was nothing left but to walk away. But even fleeing her apartment, stripped of everything, wasn't enough to escape her cruel control. Mark, her "soulmate," staged elaborate deceptions, framing me for poisoning him, turning Chloe' s coldness into outright malice, and leading her to expose my deepest secret and imprison me for torturous "studies." Beaten, stripped, and emotionally ravaged, my only hope lay in a small, symbolic hearthstone from my true home back north, a stone Chloe had once dismissed as junk. When I crept back to reclaim it, only to be trapped and mercilessly tormented with ice-cold and scalding water, then forced to watch as she deliberately burned my painting and cast the stone, my last link to sanity, out the window, I understood: she owned me, and she was determined to break me completely. On her wedding day, Chloe still insisted I illuminate her triumph, only to find my hidden cell empty, and as she spiraled into a furious hunt for me, the truth about Mark' s cruel manipulations finally unraveled before her. Two years later, I found my new life, a new love, and a quiet strength she could never touch, and when she finally tracked me down, hoping for forgiveness, my calm, indifferent gaze was her final, crushing punishment: I was free, and she was utterly, unforgivably alone./0/21166/coverorgin.jpg?v=9803c5c7859aec5b17f8f21e684f39e5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE VILLAINESS ENDING IS YOUR CHOICE
In a world of novels, there must be a female lead and a male lead, and they will have to marry each other for happy ending! And that's what everyone always has in the end of text---Happy Ending, and happily ever after. But, for someone like her, Maria Ebillish, the daughter of small household in reverse harem essay, she is nothing but stepping stone for the daughter of fate. How unfortunate! And that's what become of modern writer with the same name, Maria as one of her unwanted villainess characters. Inhabiting the third- rate antagonist life story was never been what she ever imagined, and realising all of it at later time is a bit too late. At this moment, Maria Ebillish is going to marry a cannon fodder, Duke of Slendlock, the man who has known for bloody hands and cold eyes, and as far as she could remember that according to the novel this husband is her future killer. The one and only person who will burn Maria Ebillish at the stake alive! Running away? No, there is sadistic system forcing her to complete the novel to the end!/0/47291/coverorgin.jpg?v=cacefd95709ce3415c721b98de3e8477&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Elf : Secret Life
Alissa Freeda went to the human world of her own free will to save her fairy friends who had been kidnapped by humans. Edwyn, who is an ordinary human, meets Alissa in the form of an Elf, they finally interact with each other and work together to save Alissa's friends. Both of them fall in love with each other, but their different worlds make it difficult for them to be together./0/51202/coverorgin.jpg?v=8579712e1bbad477327c4ef3e83ca50a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The cold ones Part 2. Rise of the hunters.
After the recent attacks on Bluebay Island, The cold ones must work together with Mayor Jackson to rid their homes of the fear, tragedy and terror wreaked upon them. They soon learn that what they have already suffered was only just the beginning.... Love, trust and bonds are tested as they all once again find themselves at the mercy of the hunters war./0/76232/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Alpha and His Companion
Évangéline possessed a rare gift, a mystical connection that linked her to a dimension far beyond her world. Since her childhood, the Goddess of the Moon had guided her, whispering ancient words into her mind, accompanying her through the most cruel trials. This gift, though unique, was not a choice but a curse that the young woman had learned to tame, despite the loneliness it imposed. With every challenge, with every internal battle, Évangéline found the strength to rise, supported by the wisdom of the Goddess, who helped her overcome obstacles that others would have deemed insurmountable. But when the shadows began to draw nearer, when a truth buried deep within her past resurfaced, the young woman felt the world around her wobble. An Alpha, powerful and determined, claimed her as his own, endangering not only her freedom but also her heart. Évangéline found herself torn between duty and desire, between the wisdom of the Goddess and the human emotions she had never learned to control. But the Alpha was not the only one seeking to possess her. The most dangerous, those she had thought were long gone, were returning to seek vengeance. In the shadows, dark forces were rising, ready to do whatever it took to destroy the mysterious bond Évangéline shared with the Goddess. The battle would be fierce, but Évangéline, though broken and helpless, might very well find herself standing alone against her enemies. And yet, in the darkest moments, the Goddess of the Moon might offer her a glimmer of hope... if she could learn to listen./0/36341/coverorgin.jpg?v=54a75b4fb1f14eec889170c4cd025513&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alpha Damien's Concubine
His lips almost touched my earlobe as he whispered, with his actions sending shivers down my spine "Because you are my mate, dummy.." ~~ Damien, the Alpha of the Blue Moon pack has been yearning for his mate for over nine years. He finally collides with his mate who got auctioned for sale. He bought her and he made her stay in his pack as one of his concubines. What happens when he can't make his mate the Luna of his pack because he is being threatened by his wife to expose his deep secrets?/0/21636/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d248de6d39c4fd88909faa57fe9a968&imageMogr2/format/webp)
