Fantasy Books for Women
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Scandalous Maiden (Secret Lady demon)
A well-known Holy hero was rewarded to be reborn after she killed her husband, who is known as Demon Contractor. Her husband became the villain of their kingdom. She is really in love with him. She had promised to stay with him in sickness and in health but it turns out, it was just her lies. She broke her promise when she couldn't regain her husband. When she was reborn, she was chosen to be one of the maidens that will be chosen for the king's royal consort. Their world is in Apocalypse. In order, to survive, the Gods need his/her people to give them rites. If those maidens are never chosen to be the bride to the Crown Prince, then they will die as a sacrificial tool for the rites. But she never dreams to continue her life again with such beliefs. She already met the True God. Those false Gods were only playing them. Therefore, she hid her slayer identity to kill the faith of those devotees. But a goddess caught her misbehaving, so the goddess reincarnated her husband into someone she never expect to be./1/115387/coverorgin.jpg?v=b25ee407cd8ab3cd9e6709e6f304b8a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By The Exiled Tiger King
The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen. My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive. The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest. I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman. But Chelsea wouldn't stop. She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property. I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength. As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run. Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan. "She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."/0/74557/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250904135640&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./0/84882/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205427&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Victory in Obscurity
The cold, tiled floor of the dungeon pressed against my cheek. I could hear the sounds of a victory feast, the laughter of soldiers loyal to him. My husband, General David, stood over me, his polished boots reflecting the dim torchlight. "Worthless," he spat, the word hitting harder than the back of his hand had moments before. He accused me of driving Bethany, my maid, to suicide, believing every lie she whispered. His boot pressed down on the back of my head, grinding my face into the filthy stone. "You will die down here," he promised, his voice low and final. And I did, alone and broken, my last breath a ragged gasp of despair. I opened my eyes to the dazzling white silk of a bridal suite, my wedding day. The memories weren' t a dream; they were seared into my soul. I was Amelia, an elite special forces operative, now reborn, sent back to the moment it all went wrong. My fiancé, David, was now a charismatic tech CEO, but I knew the cruel soul beneath the expensive suit was the same. Bethany, my maid of honor, my best friend, was the maid who betrayed me in my last life. I heard her soft, breathy voice from the adjoining room, "David, are you sure about this? Marrying Amelia… she doesn' t understand you." Then David's low murmur, "Bethany, don't. Not now." And her whimper, "I love you. I've always loved you." In my past life, I had burst through that door, heartbroken and furious, playing right into their hands. This time, my hand froze on the doorknob; I simply stood there, listening to the betrayal I knew was coming, that had already happened a lifetime ago. A cold calm settled over me. There would be no screaming match, no public drama. I turned away from the door, my plan for simple happiness shattered, replaced by a bitter necessity. "Everything is fine, Marcus," I told my security chief, my voice devoid of emotion. "Plans have changed. We' re leaving. There is no wedding." As I walked away, the memory of the dungeon flashed through my mind: "You will die down here, and no one will remember your name." A grim smile touched my lips. He was wrong. They would all remember my name./0/86603/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212236&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth: A Sister's Betrayal
The sound of the front door opening was a nightmare come true-my younger sister, Emily, stood there, not alone, but holding a baby in a cheap pink blanket. "Surprise! Meet Leo. He' s the newest addition to the Miller family legacy," she announced, her voice sickeningly carefree, echoing the very words that had derailed my life in a past I' d already lived. My blood ran cold; this exact moment, this casual act of irresponsibility, had led directly to my death before. My parents, blinded by affection, embraced the child and Emily' s monstrous lie, turning their backs on my desperate pleas for reason. Consumed by a terrible sense of déjà vu, I remembered the blinding pain, the darkness that consumed me when Emily, armed with one of my own sculptures, ended my previous life for simply asking her to be responsible. But this time, I wouldn't be the martyr-this time, the cycle would break, and Emily would pay.'/0/41080/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230620153020&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vampire's substitute bride
Ella happens to meet a charming and handsome man and she can't stop thinking about him. When a new transfer student arrives at school, Ella discovers that he is the very man she has been yearning for. Meanwhile, the handsome man's allure catches the attention of all the girls in school, especially Sara, Ella's stepsister. However, the man only has eyes for Ella. At the graduation prom, the man proposes to Ella, and she happily accepts, much to the fury of her wicked stepsister. Ella bids farewell to her family and moves into the man's castle, but soon she realizes that things are not as simple as they seem, and the man has been hiding secrets. Let's join Ella as she unravels the mysteries surrounding him./0/21369/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b5a14b4f7eaa679aa79ddcd7fa39c01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dwell with Snaedis
The only daughter of the god Aegir was brought into the modern world as a human being. When she was transformed from a goddess into a human being, her goddess name, Ae Snaedis, became Sara Codache. She grew up showing signs of her magical ancestry, making her life more extraordinary than that of the average person. Scientist and mad genius Wake Lauchette is known for his contributions to the scientific community. He is always on the lookout for new things to discover, and this includes strange creatures and cutting-edge scientific advancements. It was assumed that Sara's strange behaviour and superpower were a result of her inability to speak. Even before it was televised worldwide, this information had piqued Wake's interest in his studies./0/83944/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203533&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Truth They Left Behind
Hurricane warnings flashed across my screen. My "family"-my adoptive mother Jennifer, my brother Matthew, and my beloved sister Sabrina-drank champagne, scoffing at my warnings. But when the storm hit, and the grand mansion began to collapse, it was me, Nicole, the "hick" from Appalachia, who dragged their dead weight from under crumbling ceilings. I broke through walls, tore my hands digging a tunnel, all to save them. Yet, as first responders arrived, Matthew smirked, accusing me of abandoning them, while Sabrina feigned innocence. They both pointed paramedics away from me, towards their "trapped" daughter. I fell, impaled by rebar, bleeding out in the rubble, completely alone, as they rescued Sabrina, showering her with concern they never once gave me. They never saw the blood soaking my hands, the growing stain on my abdomen. Why would they choose her, time and time again, even as I sacrificed everything for them? Why did they leave me to die in a pile of concrete? They just made a huge mistake. Because my father, Andrew Clark, is about to make them watch exactly how I died. And the truth will shatter their perfect world./0/84257/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204310&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Second Chance She Stole
My mother' s voice, thick with religious fervor, announced her latest decree for SAT season: 100 days of no secular music, no TV, no internet. This wasn't the first time. I remembered falling down the stairs, Molly's raging accusations still ringing in my ears, right before the darkness consumed me. Now, I was 16 again, trapped in the same suffocating reality, but with the chilling knowledge of how it all ended for me. My twin sister, Molly, quickly embraced Mama's extreme rules, her 'pious' facade masking pure laziness, while I quietly perfected my escape plan. As Molly spiraled into isolation at school, earning the nickname "Amish Girl," my mother, Debra, only tightened her grip, even forbidding basic hygiene. The SAT scores revealed my 1580 against Molly's dismal 850, shattering Mama's carefully crafted image, especially on live stream. Instead of facing reality, Mama demanded I sacrifice my Duke acceptance, "for Molly's sake," a sister who had literally killed me in my past life. How could my own mother expect me to give up my entire future, again, for the one who destroyed me? Why was I back? This time, I wouldn't argue, I wouldn't compromise, and I certainly wouldn't die for their delusions. This time, I was getting out, even if it meant watching them burn their own lives to the ground./0/19805/coverorgin.jpg?v=87a97abd25482dd3fc7c8aac3034472a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Between Two Worlds
5 years ago the Zylian attacked my planet, earth. Everything was in chaos. War rose and the people were forced to live in fear. My life consists of being an aid to the injured. And that's how I met him. He was injured when I found him. But I never knew he was the prince of the enemy world. I never knew I will fall in love with him. He claimed me as his destined mate. And from that moment I was his./0/82380/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106200352&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Master of Illusions: Unveiling the Truth
I lay dying on the cold Chicago asphalt, Nightfall's attack tearing through me. My last hope, the Heartstone Amulet, was clutched in my hand, meant for Mark, our fallen leader, the one the Order truly needed. Then Olivia, the orphaned girl I' d raised and loved like a sister, knelt beside me. I gasped, holding out the Amulet: "Give it to Mark, he needs it!" Her hand reached for it… and then tightened, not gently, but with a bone-chilling strength. She ripped the Amulet from my grasp. "I need him to live, Ethan!" she whispered, her eyes fixed solely on Mark. She scrambled away, leaving me to the cold embrace of death as she revived him. She never looked back. The betrayal, from her, was a physical blow, worse than any wound. My selflessness, my sacrifice… wasted on a fool. It wasn't for the Order, but her desperate desire for him. Mark always got what he wanted. How could I have been so blind, so utterly foolish, to die for someone who could betray me with such chilling indifference? But then, darkness faded into a blinding flash. I stood, years earlier, in the grimy Chicago alley where I'd first found Olivia. The skirmish was ending, she was there, injured. Before, I would have rushed to her side, full of compassion. But this time, I felt nothing but ice. I remembered. And this time, the illusionist would play a different game./0/24029/coverorgin.jpg?v=20211108111623&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I'm Right Where You Left Me
Savana Martinez tried killing herself one awful night. But, an odd looking creature complete with a long black robe appeared right in front of her. At first, she thought it was the known, 'Grim Reaper', fetching her already to come to the 'afterlife', but she was definitely wrong. The odd looking creature was actually his guardian angel who's always ready to save her and sacrifice himself for her. And, because of that, Savana didn't have the slightest idea that her life would changed after meeting him for the first time like that./0/39047/coverorgin.jpg?v=42b422d3fff6cca0b15e70981c989c7a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE WERE-DRAGON MATE
“I, Trajan son of the late Alpha King Allen, reject you…” Grace jumped, holding her hand tight on Trajan's mouth to stop him from continuing to speak. And pulling Trajan in her chest into a tight hug. Pleading with him in tears. “Please don't do it. I am begging you not to reject me. Don't reject us. “I will do everything you want me to do…. Please don't reject us. The moon goddess chose you for me. My wolf will die without you. Please…” Grace was already in front of him on her knees as she cried in fear and pain. “Will you do anything…?!” She nodded, and he smiled devilishly. “I need you to do a location spell. Find Alpha Xendy's fated mate and kill her for me.” **** Alpha Xendy has been searching for his mate since he turned eighteen. At a hundred years old, he has lost hope and is losing his powers and influence in the largest Pack in America. The council is pushing for a chosen mate, Grace, and his ruthless stepbrother, Trajan, who he believes killed his mother for the Alpha position has been planning to take over in the last century. He thinks those are his only problems until he is haunted by his late father's actions and enemies. Bewitched by her stepmother, Iyya is a nineteen-year-old who has been condemned to live in a peacock's body. She is brought into a supernatural world she never knew existed after her transformation. Fate has brought Iyya and Xendy together as destined mates, but there is more to be revealed to these two. A choice between life and death, a choice between love and the lives of the entire werewolf's lives, lies in their hands. PLEASE NOTE THIS BOOK CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MATURE AND DISTURBING SCENES 18/0/47182/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reincarnated As A Side Character
"I'm gonna show you that a side character can be the main character too."–Herabella Venturi "I beg your pardon?" “You want me to what?!” I asked aloud what a God had said to me. Is he serious right now? “You want me to save… the villainess?” "Over and over again? Do you want me to repeat? Save Princess Melusine Ondine, try not to let her die. ” I slapped his forehead and held him on his shoulder. “Look here God… whoever you are. What you are requesting of me is very impossible to happen. ” Where I said to him. “Well that’s why- “Do you want to break the flow of the story? We are in a novel, a very famous book. You want to make readers angry? You want the story to be boring? ” He sighed and sighed. "She's been through a lot, she didn't deserve death." I just calmed myself first. Why was I here again? Ah yes, some random God reincarnated me as a side character to save a villain./0/75810/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260527043036&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Werewolves: Land of Serenity
Young aspiring writer Norah Jacobs needs to escape. In just two weeks, her life has been turned upside down. Her brother, a brilliant but deeply corrupt lawyer, is incarcerated for murder. His name, once synonymous with success, is now dragged through the mud by the media. And as if that weren't enough, his former partner-a man as dangerous as he is relentless-now lurks around her home, throwing half-threats her way, making it clear that her silence comes at a price... The peace she had been desperately trying to hold onto crumbles. So, Norah makes a radical decision: she packs her car, abandons her apartment, shuts off her phone, and disappears. Her destination is Bellvale, a small coastal town, far removed from the chaos she left behind. But in Bellvale, calm is only an illusion. Soon, Norah realizes that this secluded corner of the world harbors its own darkness. Strange whispers in the woods, too many piercing gazes, and an unsettling feeling of being watched... She finds herself drawn into an ancient power struggle, one between creatures she thought were only found in fairy tales. And she quickly learns an undeniable truth: no matter how hard you try to run from your problems... they always find a way to catch up./0/48590/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260525224326&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Magical Bra
When you're ugly, it's hard to find a job. They say they need someone with a pleasing personality. Excuse me? Does my personality look displeasing? Do I look like a kidnapper or a drug dealer? Am I an abortionist? I'm not in a pageant, so don't judge me! If your body doesn't have curves and your chest is flat, you won't make it in the modeling industry. Excuse me! I'm not modeling vital statistics and cleavage, am I? Even in a fast-food chain, they won't accept you if you're ugly. They say customers will lose their appetite looking at your face. I'd even be a mascot, but these idiots are so picky. They say I look more like a mascot than the costume I'd be wearing. You fools! I hope your establishments burn down! If I get rich, I'll shut you down! If you're not born with beauty, you have no chance of meeting, knowing, being friends, textmates, flirting, and becoming the boyfriend of the number 1 hottest actor in the Philippines and my schoolmate at the same time. When I approach him, his bodyguard will block me and say, 'Miss, begging is not allowed.' So, I'm not pretty, not rich, and, uh, not well-endowed, but I never beg, okay! Over my dead, no curves and no boobs body. What am I saying? My only concern now is how to find a job as my savings are running out, and I need to pay half of my tuition fees. But no matter where I apply, no one accepts me. They say I'm ugly. I'm not ugly! My face is just not in style. It's like an abstract painting—chaotic but with hidden beauty. I just don't know where it's hidden. But because I'm a very kind person, I met a old woman who became the reason for a change in my life. "I have something for you, dear." "What is it, grandma?" I cringed when I saw her lift her blouse and take off her bra. I envy her. Even at her age, she still flaunts it. "Here." "What will I do with that, grandma? I have plenty of bras at home." "Just wear it!" "No, It's gross. It might have germs or Ebola! And that bra is huge. Are you joking, grandma? You see I've been deprived." "This bra is magical!" "Oh, really?" And it was true! Grandma's bra was indeed magical. It became the reason for me to get a good job and earn a lot of money. As a bonus, I got to meet, be close to, and flirt with the number 1 hottest actor in the Philippines! This story is about me, about her, and grandma's magical bra. Grandma's bra isn't gross, okay? It's just truly magical!/0/56412/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240826170228&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Return of the demon king
A woman's voice filled the ward...a woman grunting and screaming until she gives birth to a baby...a baby boy who came to life with a slow heartbeat. Not even a sound was heard from the baby when he came to life, he was assumed dead. Some minutes after, a loud and heart-filling voice was heard which got everyone relieved. Everyone? Maybe not everyone... Damien was assumed a monster in this beautiful world, assumed a wicked youngster until they sent him on an exile, only to come back a breathtaking god of seduction, god of love, god of demons, god of himself./0/80034/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251031192518&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mark Of Vesper
When Aria's blood awakens an ancient power, she is thrust into a world of dark magic, forgotten gods, and a curse that binds her fate to the enigmatic Kael. Together, they must confront the very forces that shaped their destinies-an oppressive curse, a dying kingdom, and a war that stretches back to the dawn of time. But breaking the curse will cost Aria everything she is-and more. As the world trembles on the edge of ruin, Aria must decide: will she choose to sacrifice herself to save Kael, or will her bloodline destroy them all?/0/82537/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106200456&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Love, Her Blinding Hate
Ava Monroe. For five years, my marriage to Ethan Hayes was a bitter war, not a union. I publicly loathed him, clinging to my childhood sweetheart Liam, convinced Ethan was the villain in my life. Then, the unimaginable happened: Ethan died, stabbed by a masked intruder. His desperate, dying call? I dismissed it, hanging up my phone, thinking it just another attempt at control. But death didn't stop him; for five agonizing days, he was back, a visible, tangible spirit. Liam' s insidious whispers fueled my contempt, convincing me Ethan' s ghostly return was merely another manipulative game. I accused him of staging attacks, forced him to kneel publicly, and even held his head underwater in our pool, demanding confessions for lies. At a grand gala, after I slapped him for a supposed poisoning concocted by Liam, Ethan finally broke, slapping me back with a raw, desperate love in his eyes that I was too numb to see. He then vanished, leaving only a final, haunting note. I thought I was finally free, but the ensuing silence grew louder than any conflict. Until I found his horrifically decomposed body and that letter, detailing a fantastical "Gatekeeper," a five-day reprieve, and how my own icy "I will never love you" had sealed his fate. My world didn't just shatter; it exploded, revealing that I had inadvertently killed the man who had secretly loved me. With chilling clarity, the pieces clicked into place: Liam' s "sympathy," his manufactured chaos, his constant poisoning of my mind. He was the architect of Ethan's murder, the true monster, the puppet master of my destruction. My grief transmuted into a glacial rage, as Liam thought my husband's death cleared his path to me, yet he was about to learn just how wrong he was./0/54222/coverorgin.jpg?v=75b907be5ecd77aa541ad0cd48dcef40&imageMogr2/format/webp)
