Fantasy Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The cold ones - In two worlds
Twenty year old Ellie lives in a quiet town on Bluebay island, with certain 'monsters' she has been taught that live deep within their forbidden forest, a threshold they're never allowed to cross. Respecting the peace treaty between their town and the land of the 'cold ones' Ellie goes about her routine life feeling as though she doesn't quite fit in and something for her is missing. Little does Ellie know that everything she believed about the peace treaty, about the cold ones and even of those close to her are all about to unravel right before her eyes and the ones she loves, the ones she trusts.... are all about to change./0/57613/coverorgin.jpg?v=4cc228b10e19f91bfd3e5a9260971990&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cursed Together With Mr. Vampire; I need to drink his blood!
Born as the Duke's most exquisite daughter, Triana grew up as an innocent, spoiled girl. However, she realizes that her beauty is the reason for all the happiness she has gotten so far. Thus, she asks a witch for an eternal beauty. As a condition from the witch, Triana must give a torture potion to a vampire who has been confined in a hidden castle. Vlador, the last descendant of King Dracula, survived the war but was chained in magic, forgotten, and starving. Triana's deception grants her the timeless beauty she craves, but it also plunges her into a nightmarish reality. When Vlador's chains shatter and he thinks she will be his prey, a strange and perilous connection emerges between them. "You two have the same arrogance. Isn't 'Eat or be eaten' a principle of your lives? Now, suffer together in my curse!" Their hearts beat as one, each reliant on the other for their very existence. Triana must quench her thirst with Vlador's blood to stay alive, while he battles his insatiable craving for hers./0/81392/coverorgin.jpg?v=a19a924022331784fc45349924ba9e89&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Billionaire's Secret: A Dragon Heir
Two pink lines on a pregnancy test shattered my ordinary barista life. Suddenly, I was Sarah Miller, supposedly carrying the heir to reclusive billionaire Alexander Blackwood, whisked away to his sprawling, cold mansion. Eighteen excruciating and baffling months later, the moment of truth arrived as I went into labor. But instead of a baby, I delivered a large, pulsating, iridescent egg. The delivery room erupted in chaos: doctors and nurses fainted, and the socialite who' d hated me shrieked about "poultry" and "bestiality." My parents looked utterly bewildered, while I lay there, staring in horrified disbelief at the impossible, shimmering egg. What had just happened? Was I going insane? Was this some cruel, cosmic joke played on the unsuspecting barista? Then, Alexander Blackwood, usually so stoic, looked at the egg with reverence. "Just like my ancestors described," he whispered, revealing an ancient, secret lineage of Dragon-kin. My life, I realized, was about to become anything but ordinary, as I was plunged headfirst into a world of hidden magic, with a dragon king and two special eggs as my unexpected destiny./0/25544/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed5c3cfe1c9c859708f24a0b2047ed80&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secrets Of The Mind
Kayla Wilson has no memory of her childhood. Found alone and lost in the middle of the woods at the young age of eight. The Wilson’s take her in, treating her as their own. Nightmares plague Kayla every night as she sleeps. Shopping with her best friend, her nightmares become reality sending her life out of control. She is thrust into a new life where her nightmares become more real with each day that passes. She learns there is more to the world than she ever thought possible. Stories and legends all have some truths to them and unfortunately for Kayla she is a part of this new world whether she wants to be or not. She must adapt and fight for her life as a threat awaits her around every corner. Can Kayla handle her new life and survive the evil of the world? Can she uncover the secrets of her past?/0/86398/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8bf44542a46759b1843eb529bbdcfdb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman Who Reclaimed Life
The antiseptic smell was the last thing I remembered. In my "other" life, the one that ended in blood and despair, I died from late-stage cancer in an unpaid hospital bed. My parents, Sarah and Robert, cried. They held my hand, promising to take care of everything, just as they had for years while I diligently sent them money for my health insurance. But they lied. The money was gone, squandered on a secret life. My father finally broke, confessing they' d adopted a son, Liam, channeling all my money to him, building a new family on the foundation of my slow death. The betrayal shattered something inside me. The weight of the kitchen knife, my mother' s scream, then nothing. Until I blinked. Sunlight streamed through my bedroom window. My husband, David, slept beside me. My body felt healthy, a full year before Dr. Evans' death sentence. A terrifying, undeserved second chance. I remembered the insurance renewal notice I' d ignored yesterday because I trusted them. This time, I wouldn't. When I called my mother, her usual syrupy sweetness faltered. "Oh… perfectly fine if you handle that yourself," she said, before asking for another twenty thousand dollars for renovations. I gave it to them, a ticket to the truth. Then came the photo: a blurry, half-demolished kitchen, and in the corner, a bright blue, brand-new plastic dinosaur. Liam already existed. The confusion lifted, replaced by a cold, sharp purpose. The hunt had begun./0/18348/coverorgin.jpg?v=9739bc14ef2bd2514bd71276c2462804&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pelagios ( Princess Callidora)
Prologue The night is unusually dark tonight, crown Princess Kallias can hardly see in the dark forest but she couldn't stop running. I can't get capture again I rather die she thought. She touch are big stomach and plead with her baby to bear with her as she runs. She is named Pelagios meaning "The sea" because of the circumstances surrounding her birth. She is a simple beautiful girl but she has the bearing of one born with royal blood running in her veins. She loves farming as much as she loves fishing. But being a girl, she isn't allowed to indulge in her fantasy of being the first "Fisher woman". But one day, everything changes. Her life, her family her identity. Who is princess Kallias running from? Who is Pelagios? Discover the thrilling and heart throbbing adventure of Pelagios/0/19756/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd0b9938a03c5ebd3b272c679a9e8944&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Auction
Tatina Maria has been sold to an exclusive auction house to cover her parents debts to the vampire authority. Her father gambled away everything and now he is forced to sell his only daughter to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. The vampire authority comes to collect her on her 21st birthday. She is a hybrid half vampire half fairy She will fetch someone a big payday and big a nice prize for the highest bidder. What will happen to Tatina Maria when a rich vampire buys her to be all his?/0/80923/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6938e55cc4576bb958511e21b17d666&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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)
