

Three days before my marking ceremony, someone set fire to the bridal shop while I was inside trying on my ceremonial dress. Alpha Marcus threw the arsonist into the pack prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the hospital bed, my body covered in third-degree burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Marcus speaking with the pack's healing witch. "Alpha, we can still heal her completely with the ancient magic. If we wait any longer, Sarah will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Rachel to be your Luna at the marking ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the marking ceremony." "I promised Rachel that her pup would be welcomed into the pack with full honors. Only when Sarah is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Rachel's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the pup." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The marking ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The mate bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.

On Uccaro, some awaken as Undead Calamity, some as Shadow Assassins, but Ashton Sherwood rejects all SSS choices to become the Godforsaken. Being chosen is just a trap by the gods,and with his unique growth, he edges closer to their secrets.Show me your health bar, even if you're a god, I'll cut you down!

Miriam Kirk, a Venom Priestess from Spinegrove, faces a critical mission: she must conceive an heir within one year to become the next tribal leader. Carrying her mystical mutarite, a supernatural creature, she leaves her homeland searching for her destined partner. Her journey is fraught with unexpected challenges. In a twist of fate, the mutarite unexpectedly enters Bobby Puckett's body, launching Miriam and Bobby into a series of hilariously complicated and bizarre adventures that will test her sacred mission and challenge everything she knows about destiny.

When the apocalypse hit, Alan Clifford sacrificed his lifespan to shelter humanity in an underground bunker for 30 years. But after peace seems near, he is betrayed by his adopted daughter Cindy Clifford and Chelsea Mason, who forge fake surface footage, incite the masses, and send him to the gallows. Believing their lies, humanity destroys the bunker and rushes upward—only to fall into a trap set by giants. As slaughter begins, Alan, now a master of mecha tech, must decide whether to save them again.

Within the halls of Golden Feather Academy, wealthy stepsiblings Tanya and Leo, bound by family but not blood, hold court as the institution's dual reigning icons of popularity. As the holiday break ends, the queenly Tanya sets her sights on the newly elected Student Council President, Logic—son of the nation's president. At the grand ball, her calculated allure meets only his icy dismissal. Stung and pride inflamed, she makes a reckless wager with her notorious playboy stepbrother, Leo, who has just slipped into her bedchamber under cover of night: if Leo can seduce and shatter the seemingly incorruptible, iron-willed heterosexual scholar Logic within one month—turning his arrogance to ashes and his reputation to ruin—she will grant him the one thing he's craved for years: a night in her bed. The libertine Leo, who believes his charm can conquer anyone except the elusive Tanya, acknowledges the formidable challenge of making Logic fall in love. Yet, brimming with audacious confidence, he accepts, plunging them all into a twisted game of seduction and vengeance. However, as the month draws to a close, a chilling realization dawns on Tanya: not only has she been denied the sweet venom of revenge against Logic, but she may have irrevocably lost the mercurial, ever-devoted Leo—the brother whose affections she'd always held in a delicate, dangerous dance of veiled dominance—to the very heart he was supposed to destroy.