

I'm the only sister of Ronan Mooncrest, Alpha of Mooncrest Pack. For as long as I can remember, Cassian, our Delta, Orion, our Gamma, and Nikolai, our Beta, swore they'd die before letting anyone hurt me. When I wanted the moon, they built me a tower. When the river was freezing and I refused to go home, they carried me across on their backs. I was their princess—the wolf they spoiled rotten and loved down to the bone. And of course, I loved them too. I was sure one of them had to be my mate. Then Dana came to Mooncrest. An outsider she-wolf. Bold. Gorgeous. Untouchable. No joke cracked her. No stare made her blush. On her first day, she challenged our pack warriors one by one. After that, Cassian started saying I was spoiled. The first time he left me shaking in a storm just to walk Dana home, Orion and Nikolai snapped at him. "Cassian, you're choosing her. Don't cry when you regret it." But soon, Orion got pulled in too. At my birthday party, I looked at the only one still beside me—Nikolai—and my eyes burned. "Nikolai... is this my fault?" He kissed my hair. "Don't go there. They're idiots. They don't know what they're losing." Then I saw him put the moonstone crown he'd promised me on Dana's head. Just to make her smile. Eyes red, chest wrecked, I knocked on Ronan's door. "Mooncrest is sending someone to Frostfang in three days. Let it be me.

Two modern best friends Jill Shaw and Helen Stone transmigrate into the bodies of sisters sent as peace offerings from an enemy kingdom — officially brides, unofficially suspected spies. The cold-faced warrior Prince Joseph Smith gets the elder Jill, the cunning and manipulative Prince Ben Smith gets the younger Helen, and both brothers arrive at their weddings fully prepared to eliminate the threats disguised as their wives.What neither calculated: the “elite spy” Prince Joseph watches so obsessively turns out to be a pure academic who finds knowledge intoxicating and intrigue utterly baffling.Meanwhile the “naive romantic” Prince Ben thinks he can read and control is already several moves ahead of him, playing people like a board game. Two princes who came to outmaneuver their wives. Two women who didn’t come here to lose. The misunderstandings are spectacular. The reversals are better.

"In the frozen lands of the Viking North, Skulrun, the only daughter of Chieftain Harald, is raised in secret as a boy. Her mother, Astrid, believes Skulrun is the child foretold by prophecy—the warrior chosen by Odin to unite the northern clans. At the age of ten, Skulrun defeats an opponent twice her size in a brutal arena battle. Just as Harald prepares to declare her his heir, her true identity is exposed before the entire clan. Furious that his promised successor is a girl, Harald denounces his own daughter as a fraud who has defied the gods. To secure the throne for the unborn son carried by Astrid's maid and secret rival, Ingrid, he orders both Astrid and Skulrun to be executed. Astrid unleashes forbidden blood magic and escapes with her daughter, but Harald's warriors soon corner them on a frozen lake. Knowing they cannot both survive, Astrid sacrifices herself to hold back the pursuers and forces Skulrun to flee. Skulrun is wounded by her father's axe and dragged away by a monstrous one-eyed wolf. Everyone assumes she has been killed. Astrid is captured, disfigured by Ingrid, and condemned to spend the rest of her life as a humiliated slave in the clan she once ruled. But Skulrun survives. Driven to the brink of death, she awakens the berserker power hidden within her blood and kills the demon wolf with her own hands. She is rescued by Gunnar, leader of the Frostblade Clan, but the trauma leaves her with no memory of her family or her past. Twenty years later, Skulrun has become the Frostblade Clan’s undefeated female warrior. Armed with twin axes and feared across the North, she has earned the reputation of a living Valkyrie. Yet despite her victories, she remains haunted by fragments of blood, snow, ravens, and a mother's desperate voice. One night, Odin appears in her dreams and places the legendary spear Gungnir in her hands. Guided by a divine prophecy, Skulrun learns that the truth of her bloodline lies in the northern ruins where her life was destroy

The Mary family was framed and destroyed. Consumed by deep-seated hatred, Mary infiltrated the palace, biding her time to take revenge on Kane, the son of her enemy. However, the man who appeared before her was not the true crown prince, but Marcus, a stand-in who looked exactly like Kane. Bearing old wounds, Marcus still retained the gentleness and inner conflict of his youth. While concealing his identity and living in the shadow of the throne, he found himself drawn to Mary's coldness and pain. The two circled each other through schemes, lies, and true love, only to gradually discover that the wrongful case against Mary's family was far more complicated than they had imagined. When Kane returns and court conspiracies tighten layer by layer, Mary must choose between revenge and love, and every step closer brings them nearer to the ruinous fate beneath the thorny crown.

Serion gave up his wings and royal title for love, only to be betrayed by his wife and son and tortured by beastfolk for three years. When he finally walks away, they discover the man they discarded was the Elven Prince. But by then, their regret comes far too late.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

General Valerie, commander of the human legions, returns in triumph—only to find her family slaughtered and her parents' souls imprisoned. King Edmund, who once promised her the crown, has broken his oath and submitted to the Archbishop. Valerie reclaims command of her armies, slays those who murdered her kin, but is soon cornered by the Archbishop, who holds her parents' souls and the lives of her entire legion as leverage. Forced into an alliance with Raven, lord of Black Keep, she leads her human legions in a counteroffensive against the capital. They dismantle the old system, punish the king, and strike down the Archbishop himself. In the end, Valerie rejects the crown she once sought and establishes a new order—one built on freedom, not thrones.

Noah Marr is the last surviving bloodline of his parents, a young heir who sleeps until noon, counts money until his hands cramp, and lists eating and gaming as his highest aspirations. At his own birthday banquet he announces these goals without embarrassment, and the room collectively writes him off as a useless rich boy. His fiancee moves to break off the engagement. Nobody takes him seriously. Noah takes none of it personally. Then, the people responsible for his parents’ deaths finally step into the light, and everyone who ever laughed at him gets a very different look at who they were actually dealing with. Every sneer he absorbed, every dismissal he let slide, was just silence before the thunder.

During finals week, Rory is suddenly transported into a novel,becoming a notorious wastrel heir who lives disguised as a man. She knows the story well: the male lead, Yisroel, will one day become emperor, while she is destined to be a disposable minor villain erased after his ascension. To escape this fate, Rory must keep up her "playboy" persona while carefully earning Yisroel's favor.What she doesn't expect is that, along the way, Yisroel begins to fall for her.