

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.

Lila Windsor was branded a talentless outcast and dumped by her fiancé. But when enemies move for the kill, her sealed divine magic shatters. Uncovering a dark conspiracy behind her parents’ deaths, she slays the treacherous headmaster and tames the dragon realm. The ultimate Holy Witch has returned!

"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

Cassidy was sold off like livestock by the family that raised her—until she died and woke two years in the past with one chance to choose differently. This time she runs to a struggling ranch and its three rough cowboy brothers, who hide their billion-dollar secret to test the gold-digger they think she is. But Cassidy only wants a family that won't sell her, and the more she proves it, the harder all three fall. When her cruel family comes crawling back, will she finally let herself be loved?

During a swamp camping trip, Sara spots warning signs, droppings, and drag marks—signs of a crocodile—and begs her family not to enter the water. Her biased mother-in-law, spiteful sister-in-law, and spineless husband mock her relentlessly. When nephew Duke is dragged under, Sara risks her life to save him, only to be blamed for his fate. Devastated, she removes her wedding ring and demands divorce. When the crocodile attack makes news, her arrogant family regrets everything. Her billionaire father Vincent arrives in full force. Facing their apologies, Sara refuses reconciliation, rebuilds her career, and transforms from doormat into an independent, powerful woman.

Betrayed and broken by the two princes she grew up with, Saoirse leaves her past behind and becomes the Dragon Emperor’s Queen.When the truth is finally revealed, their desperate attempts to win her back come too late, leaving them with a lifetime of regret.

The well-known actress Mia Stone has been set up by her sister with the intention of ruining her reputation. However, in a twist of fate, she ends up having a one-night stand with Jay Lynch, the CEO of Lynch Group. Disappearing from the spotlight for a year, Mia resurfaces on the day she gives birth, crossing paths with Jay once more.

Lillian transmigrates into a novel and becomes the useless Fifth Princess of the Elven Kingdom. In the original book, she is cannon fodder who dies in the first episode after being sacrificed in blood to a vampire. When she arrives, she accidentally awakens a sleeping S-rank vampire sealed away for a thousand years. He grants her one wish.Lillian's only wish is to change her cannon-fodder fate and survive.So she wishes for the vampire to follow her until the end of her life. That gives her her first follower.But she knows it is far from enough. If Lilia, the Third Princess, failed to kill her this time, there will be a next time. So Lillian makes a bold decision: she will take everything that should have belonged to Lilia. During the coming-of-age ceremony,she takes the werewolf originally meant for Lilia. Then in the queen-candidate tournament, she takes Lilia's qualification and becomes the only candidate for queen. She also gains her third follower, the fallen angel.Lilia loses her qualification and is imprisoned in the dungeon for her previous crimes, but she escapes one night. Lillian understands Lilia's hatred and knows she will attack during the queen's grand ceremony, so she secretly prepares. When Lilia leads other evil races in an assault, Lillian destroys her in one strike. Unexpectedly, before dying, Lilia sacrifices her life and summons the most evil spirit. The entire Elven Kingdom is shrouded by the evil spirit.To stop the evil spirit from threatening the whole kingdom, the Queen uses her own life to create a barrier and seal it in the capital. Lillian loses the mother who loved her most. In the end, she finds a way to defeat the evil spirit and saves the Elven Kingdom. Using everything she has learned, she builds a warmer and more peaceful kingdom, becomes its true Queen, and rewrites her cannon-fodder fate.

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.