

General Henry Nolan is bestowed the title of the North Lord, adorned with the regal ceremonial robe and the legendary Dragon Sword of Astil. Yet, his ascendancy is overshadowed by betrayal from within, leaving him with a shattered mind and crippled legs, while his wife, Jean Shaw, becomes the subject of scorn and ridicule. Young scion Alex Cook, captivated by the allure of Jean’s beauty, seeks to claim her for his own and inflicts a grievous blow upon Henry. However, in an unexpected turn of events, this act triggers a resurgence of Henry’s faculties. From the depths of despair to the pinnacle of power, Henry’s journey, marked by unwavering resolve and unyielding determination, sees him emerge from the shadows with the unwavering support of Jean and her allies. Inspired by his wife's unwavering protection over the years, he vows to safeguard her for all eternity.

Maya Thornton, the Marquis Valen, is reborn six years after her death. Six years ago,moments after giving birth, she was murdered by her husband and his mistress while lying weak and vulnerable. Now, she wakes in the body of Talia York, a delicate and vain daughter of a military household. The original Talia has betrayed her fiancé, Tristan Wren, the Deputy Commander of the Regal Army, and become entangled with a frivolous young man. With her soul now in Talia's body, Maya secretly follows Tristan to the military camp while disguising herself as a man. There, on the very training grounds she once commanded in her past life, she throws herself into grueling training. She is determined to reclaim her martial prowess and returns to the capital to take her revenge and once again protect the realm.

Switched at birth, noble girl Leah is framed by the fake heiress Megan and suffers brutal abuse that leaves her disabled. Luckily, she meets William, who is secretly pretending to be an idiot. As the truth unfolds, the villains are punished. Leah severs ties with her biased family and finds her own happiness.

Morrison, a former top CIA operative, lives under an assumed name after suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, leading a quiet farming life in a small town with his daughter Vivian. The local criminal syndicate, the Rosetti family, covets his farmland. To force Morrison into submission, Theodore, the family's young heir, kidnaps the 17-year-old Vivian and tortures her to death brutally. Having lost his sole emotional anchor, Morrison casts aside his medication restraints entirely, unearths the stockpile of weapons he has hidden away for a decade, and storms the Rosetti manor alone to exact revenge. Senior figures within the city's police force, municipal government and the CIA are all well aware of Morrison's terrifying combat prowess from his past. They order an emergency city-wide evacuation and stand aside to let him wipe out the entire criminal family, kicking off a brutal vendetta of blood for blood. Revolving around paternal love, trauma, corrupt power networks and unbridled vengeance, the story interweaves the lingering shadows of past killings with the mutual despair and devastation of the present, unfolding an unstoppable bloody reckoning.

Reality-warping anomalies descend on the world, and with them comes a lethal labyrinth of survival rules that no one fully understands. Mia Townsend, a former homicide detective, now reborn into the body of a seventeen-year-old school girl, is selected as a national representative and sent into the trials.Where everyone else fixates on simply not dying, Mia refuses to think that small. She brings a detective's precision to each forbidden prohibition, treating every rule not as a wall but as a riddle with a seam running through it. Layer by layer she peels back the lies, finds the life hidden inside each trap, and moves forward while the world around her stands frozen in fear. She isn't surviving the anomalies. She's outplaying them.

Amy was the luna of her pack, growing a pup in her stomach when the alpha betrayed her and took her life, and that of her pup. When she woke up six years earlier she decided to change everything. Revenge would be something she focused on.

The kingdom of Narethia sees two baby girls born at the same moment. A high monk prophesies that one of them carries the phoenix destiny—the future mother of all under heaven. Which girl holds the phoenix fate will only be revealed after eighteen years during the marriage alliance. The King of Narethia believes the destined one must be Joselyn Osborne, so he spends vast amounts of gold and silver nurturing her while completely ignoring Lainey Osborne. Eighteen years later, with Narethia’s national strength failing, a marriage alliance becomes necessary. The King and Ashtyn Harper scheme to have Joselyn marry into the Myrraveth royal family while sending Lainey off to the barbaric wasteland. With her mother imprisoned in the palace, Lainey tearfully departs for marriage. After traveling thousands of miles to reach the Outlands, she is utterly shocked to discover that the so-called barbarian host is actually the King of Zuyenne,and the supposedly impoverished land is overflowing with gold, silver, and precious jewels...

On my eighteenth birthday, the High King summoned the heirs of the four great clans—the Vampires, the Werewolves, the High Serpent Clan, and the Merfolk. He laid their portraits before me and said, "Choose one to be your bondmate." I did not hesitate. I pointed to Damon—the werewolf with no noble bloodline, born in a forgotten corner of the realm. The entire court erupted in disbelief. Everyone knew who I used to love. Alpha Iris—the heir of the most powerful Lycan bloodline. For seven years, I chased him with blind devotion. No matter how harshly he treated me, I never gave up. I confessed to him over and over, sometimes right in the royal court. I even performed a blood-binding ritual—slitting my wrist—to earn the right to marry him. In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married him and we performed the mate bonding ceremony. With that union, he inherited the High King's resources and rose to become the ruler of all four clans. However, what I did not expect was that after our wedding, he turned around and marked my adoptive sister. My parents were furious and sent her away. From that day on, Iris hated me with a vengeance. He surrounded himself with women who all looked eerily like her. One by one, they came—each more vicious than the last. With his silent approval, they tore me down, piece by piece, until I was nothing more than a joke—no longer the queen I once was. The suffering pushed me into severe depression. Only suppressants keep my wolf form from spiraling out of control. Until one day, my medication was replaced with a slow-acting poison. He was the one who did it. I died alone, locked away in the cold palace, a child still growing inside me. However, fate gave me another chance. In this life, I would not make the same mistake. When the High King once again asked me to choose a partner for the marriage alliance, I chose Damon—the one no one ever noticed—without even blinking.

The hero falls, trapped behind bars: Federal War God Jarvis Cameron suffers mutual destruction battling the king-level beast Bashe, losing all his power. But instead of honor, he faces betrayal and framing from the great families led by the Wooley and Scott clans. Jarvis is falsely accused of causing millions of casualties, thrown into prison, and scheduled for public execution.

When my mind-link request had been ignored by my parents for the twentieth time, I went to the Werewolf Council, clutching the report on silver dust corrosion in my hand. “Hello. I’d like to renounce my pack identity—effective immediately.” Ten minutes later, my parents burst in, dragging my adoptive younger sister, Elsa, with them, panic written all over their faces. The door burst open with a bang, and my Beta father charged in like a storm. His fangs bared, claws twitching. “You’re nothing but a spoiled brat craving attention! Stop this pathetic act. You’re an embarrassment to a Beta’s name!” My mother, a forensic specialist for the pack, immediately snatched the report from my hand. After a brief glance, she let out a cold sneer. “You faked this report just to get our attention? You’ve been a liar since you were a pup.” Elsa clung to both of them, tears in her eyes as she sobbed, “I’m sorry, Jenifer. It’s my fault for holding the shifting ritual. But please... don’t lie to our parents just to make them feel guilty!” Blood was still pouring from my nose, but I wiped it away calmly and stood tall before the werewolf councilors once more. “I haven’t had a real family for a long time. Please—remove all my personal records from the pack. I just don’t want my funeral—scheduled for three days from now—to be delayed.”