

I’m a mortal priestess, but a Tartarus death curse is killing me. The only cure is a Golden Apple from Olympus, which blooms once a century to purify a soul. But my soulmate—Zale, son of Poseidon—snatched my apple away. He fed it to my sister, Melora, just to heal a minor magical burn. I abandoned my final treatments at the Temple of Apollo. Instead, I drank a vial of Lethe poison, laced with water from the Styx. It silences all pain. The price? In three days, my soul will turn to ash. No afterlife. No reincarnation. In my final three days on earth, I let everything go. I gave my Healing Temple to Melora. My parents, the high priests, smiled in relief. When Zale drew the Blade of Olympus to sever our soulmate bond, I gladly offered my heart's blood. He stroked my cheek and praised my “generosity.” As if I’d finally learned my lesson. I pushed my son, Philon, toward Melora and told him to call her “Mom.” He cheered and threw himself into her arms, crying out that her lullabies were sweeter. I gave up everything. None of them even noticed I was dying. They just looked at me proudly. "Our Kressa has finally learned her place." But I can't help wondering... when I fade into stardust forever, will they even remember me?

For seven years in a row, the Moon Goddess chose me to serve as the Saintess of the Silver Moon Pack. And every year, my mate-to-be, Alpha Kael Ashborne, handed the title to my adopted sister, Rosalie. "Rosalie is an Omega. She needs the position if she is ever going to earn the pack's respect." "I promise, Elara. Next year, the title will be yours." My mother baked Rosalie a cake to celebrate and dressed her in a one-of-a-kind gown sewn with moonstones. My father watched me as though he expected trouble, then let out a weary sigh. "Elara, could you try being generous for once and stop making a scene?" A bitter smile tugged at my lips. They had no idea why I had fought so hard for the Saintess title for seven years. I had Wolf Soul Decay Syndrome, and only the Silver Spring water reserved for the Saintess could save me. And now, I had only one month left to live. I no longer cried or argued. I simply nodded and agreed to everything they asked. They thought I had finally grown up. They thought I had learned to put Rosalie first. What they did not know was that I would soon be gone for good.

Ella, an antique warehouse worker, is humiliated in public by her boyfriend Jason's ex. To amuse herself, that woman forces her to kiss an ancient pharaoh statue, but the kiss awakens a thousand-year-old curse. A forgotten secret is rising, and Ella's destiny is forever altered.

Zyrthos, King of the Dragons, is afflicted by a lethal curse; only the breast milk of a human woman named Vera can sustain his life. Desperate to save her ailing young son, Toby, Vera ventures into the dragon's lair to apply as a wet nurse—unaware that she is the very cure the Dragon King has been seeking, and oblivious to the fact that the sick child in her arms is the Dragon King's own offspring, conceived a year ago in the Misty Forest. He craves her body with a bloodthirsty intensity while she struggles desperately to escape; yet, fate has already etched this relentless, inescapable love into the very curse bound to his dragon bones and blood.

When the apocalypse arrives and Rosie Dixon is moments from death, a figure cuts through the horde with terrifying precision. The Zombie King's crimson eyes find only her: come with me. It takes her a beat to realize the most powerful undead creature in existence is Henry Miller, the boy who has quietly loved her for years. The horrors don't stop there. At the Miller family villa, his elegantly undead parents offer her raw meat and call her daughter-in-law with impeccable manners. Then her academic advisor calls with the real news: the cure requires the Zombie King's genetic material. Have a baby. Save the world. Rosie looks at Henry—cuddly and clingy by day, lethal and devoted by night—and opens a dating tutorial. First: win his heart. Then: handle the apocalypse.

Claire Graves transmigrates into the cultivation world and finally has a family, except her birth mother wounds her deeply and conspires with her vicious elder sister to steal her phoenix bone. Her young daughter Jessi raises her tiny hammer with one declaration: anyone who makes her mother cry is getting cooked. Mother and daughter handle their enemies with remarkable efficiency.What Claire never anticipates is her amnesiac servant. She contracts him carelessly, barely paying attention. He turns out to be Lucas Blackwell, one of the most feared immortal sovereigns in existence, bound to a cultivation path that forbids attachment of any kind. He recovers his memory and promptly becomes hopelessly devoted to Claire, pestering her daily for a formal commitment. The entire cultivation world watches their most terrifying sovereign dissolve into a lovesick fool in real time. Nobody is taking it well.

To test the sincerity of her lover's affection, Charlotte—a werewolf princess—drank a magic potion that transformed her into an obese, unsightly woman. A year later, however, she was met only with betrayal, humiliation, and a live burial. Yet, when she clawed her way out of the earth, regained her breathtaking beauty, and returned in all her royal splendor, her quest for vengeance had only just begun...

Princess Genevieve, rightful heir to the Eldorian throne, is drugged and betrayed by her fiancé Lord Sterling on the eve of their wedding. He forges her abdication and sells her to the ruthless privateer Captain Blackwood. Just as she faces assault on the pirate deck, Captain Maeve Vance of The Avenger swings in to rescue her, claiming Genevieve under her protection. Forced to adapt to pirate life, Genevieve and Maeve develop a forbidden romance amid class tension and survival. When Sterling and Blackwood's combined fleet corners them in the fog, Maeve is gravely injured saving Genevieve. Desperate, Genevieve dives into the deep and makes a soul contract with the ancient sea witch Ursula, gaining storm-control and siren-song powers at the cost of her humanity. As she grows colder and more powerful—publicly executing traitors and crushing enemy fleets with tentacles and ice—she builds the Pirate Coalition alongside Maeve. But the dark pact erodes her soul, turning her toward monstrosity. With Lady Catherine's help, they retrieve the true royal will hidden beneath St. Jude's Royal Abbey, expose Sterling's regicide and forgery, and defeat both him and Blackwood in an epic siege. In the final moment, as Genevieve freezes into a statue of salt, Maeve walks into the ice storm and kisses her, breaking the curse with true love. The two establish a new dual-queen empire spanning land and sea, rewriting the rules of crown and ocean.

On her wedding day, Elara is betrayed by her father, fiancé, and stepsister, and pushed off a cliff as an offering to the dragon clan. Despite her resentment, she finds herself falling in love with three dragon princes—cold, charming, and sincere—while saving each other. When the Blood Moon Curse strikes, she faces an impossible choice: choose one, and the other two dies; save all three, and she perishes. She breaks the curse by sacrificing herself, only for the three dragons to give up their dragon cores to revive her, completing a millennium-old legend of a four-way love. Reborn as the Dragon Mother, she incinerates her enemies, ends the thousand-year tradition of sacrifices, and rules the dragon realm alongside her three loves.

Seraphina, a human priest’s untouched daughter, is fated to be the only one to free the Devil Lucifer from his curse. She finds it desperate, but Lucifer’s relentless pursuit makes this forced marriage spark a real romance. Just when they finally fall for each other, they find the cruel truth of his curse: consummating their love means one of them must die...