

Aesher, son of the Sea God, devotes himself to mastering hydrokinesis. Before coming ashore, he journeys to the Gilded Royal City in search of his mother. After rescuing his younger sister, the princess, he enters the palace with her. His royal brother mistakes him for an ordinary man with no divine powers, while even his own mother dares not acknowledge him amid the kingdom’s wartime crisis. When an undead army launches a massive invasion, everyone’s water magic proves useless. Aesher’s spectacular abilities amaze the entire court, yet his brother Ide remains consumed by jealousy. The undead witch secretly manipulates Ide, abducts the queen and other members of the royal family, and lays a deadly trap. At the critical moment, Aesher awakens the power of his sea-god bloodline. Poseidon, his father, crosses countless dangers to reach him. United by the strength of family, they slay the Lich King, pacify the ancient evil spirits, and restore peace to the royal city. In the end, the family is finally reunited.

After being released from my three-year sentence, Zoe Sanders finally found me in an underground fight club. The moment she saw me, she grabbed me by the collar and punched me across the face, her eyes burning red with fury. "Henry Goldman, who gave you the nerve to disappear like this? "And what the hell have you done to yourself?" I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and laughed carelessly. "One punch, one hundred thousand. "If you’re still angry, feel free to keep going. I could use the money for this year’s rent." Her fists trembled uncontrollably, but her voice softened. "Come home with me... apologize to Ronald Green. "He’s always been kind-hearted. He already forgave you for framing him." Her gaze swept over the scars covering my body, something unreadable flickering in her eyes. "Look at yourself. Covered in blood like this... what’s the difference between you and a stray dog digging through garbage?" My body stiffened. Then I turned and walked away. What she did not know was this: In prison, blood and violence were the only ways I learned to survive. "Don’t forget," she shouted after me, "I’m still your fiancée!" My footsteps stopped. How could I forget? Three years ago, on the night of our engagement, Ronald drugged me and sent me to a black-market auction. I was stripped of all dignity and sold like merchandise. That night, I became the laughingstock of the entire city. And the person who signed the papers that sold me… was my fiancée herself.

Forced to replace her stepsister and marry an eighty-year-old lord, Elaria is swept into the wrong bridal procession—and becomes the wife of Crynthor’s crown prince. Five years later, she returns with their son to face vicious humiliation. When her enemies move to kill them, Prince Kieran arrives to settle every debt.

When Princess Gwen Windsor finds herself reborn as Daisy Dumont, the brilliant but abandoned 13 year old daughter of the Dumont family, she decides to take her fate in her own hands. Not only does she transform her washed-up, amnesiac father, now a reckless playboy, to reclaim his rightful place atop a ruthless family empire, she must also outmaneuver vicious relatives, gain the trust of her stoic grandfather, and prove that she is worthy of the crown she once wore.

To revenge her disloyal husband and the vicious homewrecker, Ashley gets entangled with a sexy, enigmatic Mr. Big, who harbors especial feelings for her....

The night I was born, every window in the kingdom of Astraea burned with candlelight for its newborn princess. Then black mist smashed through the palace doors. Morvena, the witch my family had banished years ago, strode across the shattered stained glass with thorns curling around her fingers. "You denied me mercy when I begged for it," she said. "So I will make you lose what you love most." She leaned over my cradle and gave me a cold smile. "When this child turns eighteen, death will begin to follow her. By your own hands, you will lose what you love most, and regret will haunt you for the rest of your lives." From that night on, I became the most precious person in Rose Palace. Father set moonstones in my crown. Mother sewed every gown I wore. Even after my little brother, Rowan, was born, the best of everything still came to me first. They always told him, "Let your sister have it. She won't be with us much longer." So I learned not to argue, not to make plans, and never to speak about the future. I simply waited for my eighteenth birthday the way other girls waited for a wedding. On that night, I blew out my candles beneath the tolling bells and hugged my parents and brother goodbye. The next morning, they entered my chamber dressed in mourning black. I sat up in bed and smiled. "Good morning." Their grief turned to shock. Then the shock hardened into something colder than hatred. That was when I understood. They had loved the princess who was supposed to die. They had never learned how to love the girl who lived. But they misunderstood the witch’s curse. Eighteen was never the end. The curse would follow me for an entire year… and by the time they realized the truth, it was already too late.

"Nina Bale, once a proud and battle-hardened general, is forced to retire from the military after suffering a serious injury. Her father, Ian Bale, resigns from his post to care for her. Seizing the opportunity, his other wife, Leah Lowe, schemes to marry Nina off to a frail, sickly man—while planning for her own daughter, Tara Bale, to wed the esteemed Prince Neil.But on the day of the double wedding, everything goes wrong.In a twist of fate, Nina and Tara end up in the wrong bridal sedans. When the veils are lifted, it's already too late—Tara is married to the sickly man, and Nina becomes Prince Neil's consort."

Before turning 25, the pack elders use the mind-link 99 times to forcibly summon me. I have to bond with a mate before my 25th birthday or face an arranged marriage to serve the pack. When I tell Jacob Fulton, our patrol captain, he just scoffs. "I've never heard of any pack having a rule like that. Wendy, you don't need such a pathetic tactic to test me. I was going to mark you, but seeing how desperate you are, I've changed my mind." He tosses the protection necklace I hand-crafted for him to his childhood friend, Yelena Shaw, and walks off without a second glance. Yelena blushes as she offers the necklace back to me. A triumphant glint flashes in her eyes. I step back, refusing it with a soft voice. "You can keep my trash." Ignoring her sudden paleness, I turn and walk away. I don't want the necklace anymore, and I don't want Jacob, either. What Jacob doesn't know is that I'm the sole heir to the Darkmoon pack. Once I turn 25, I must return to fulfill my duty—to take my place as Alpha Female and bond with a mate. Only this time, Jacob won't be the one I choose.