

They called Felix powerless and cast him out. But the abandoned child was raised by a divine king—and awakened the power of thunder. When an ancient feud drags him back to the divine realm, he is mocked as a worthless mortal. But when his mother risks her life to protect him, Felix finally raises his hammer—and makes the gods tremble.

The day I married Vincent Sorrentino, Lena, the Sorrentino family’s adopted daughter, threatened to jump off the steeple of the family church. Vincent left me standing at the altar in my custom wedding gown, no hesitation, just bolted after her. With every New York crime boss, politician, and oligarch staring at me, I looked out at the crowd and said loud and clear: “Any man who walks up here right now and says ‘I do’? I’ll marry you.” Three years later, Vincent was back into the Sorrentino family’s Long Island estate, Lena on his arm. I was sitting on the leather couch in the main living room, watching my favorate TV show. Vincent’s eyes locked on my huge pregnant belly, his jaw tight, growling through his teeth: “Whose bastard is in there?” I took a sip of orange juice, curled my lip into a smile, and said: “It's a Sorrentino baby, of course.”

Human girl Nellie, drunk, stumbles into werewolf king Clifford's territory, has a one-night stand with him, and flees. Five years later, she applies to be his family doctor for her sick son Brady—only to discover her employer is the man from that night. Recognizing her, Clifford relentlessly pursues her while Brady's werewolf blood awakens. Werewolf nobles repeatedly frame Brady as a "cursed child" and try to kill him, but Clifford protects his family. At their wedding, he exposes the conspiracy and proves Brady's pure lineage. Nellie accepts his proposal, Brady gains the pack's acceptance, and the three live happily ever after.

My husband and I were the two people who hated each other most in this world. He hated me for tearing him away from the woman he loved. And I hated him because that his heart remained occupied by another woman. For eight years of marriage, the words we spoke to each other most often were not love, nor duty, but curses. Yet on the day the city fell, everything changed, the enemy banners were already visible beyond the inner gate. He rode ahead and took the road, putting his body between the enemy and my escape. “Live,” he said quietly. Then he raised his blade and did not look back. Arrows came like rain. As they tore into him, he turned his head once—only once— After that, his body held the road,and nothing passed. “If there is another life…may Your Highness grant me the mercy to belong to her.” That night, with the city in ruins and the people either dead or fleeing, I climbed the highest tower of the palace. I leapt. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the king. “The northern kingdoms require a royal bride,” I said. “I will go.” This lifetime, I will be the one to cross the border. In my previous life, he died believing he had failed her. This time, I will not allow that regret to exist. I will take the marriage meant for her. I will carry the crown meant to exile her. I will walk into a future she should never have to endure. Let her stay. Let him protect her. Let him live his life believing he has finally kept his promise.

My husband and I were the two people who hated each other most in this world. He hated me for tearing him away from the woman he loved. And I hated him because that his heart remained occupied by another woman. For eight years of marriage, the words we spoke to each other most often were not love, nor duty, but curses. Yet on the day the city fell, everything changed, the enemy banners were already visible beyond the inner gate. He rode ahead and took the road, putting his body between the enemy and my escape. “Live,” he said quietly. Then he raised his blade and did not look back. Arrows came like rain. As they tore into him, he turned his head once—only once— After that, his body held the road,and nothing passed. “If there is another life…may Your Highness grant me the mercy to belong to her.” That night, with the city in ruins and the people either dead or fleeing, I climbed the highest tower of the palace. I leapt. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the king. “The northern kingdoms require a royal bride,” I said. “I will go.” This lifetime, I will be the one to cross the border. In my previous life, he died believing he had failed her. This time, I will not allow that regret to exist. I will take the marriage meant for her. I will carry the crown meant to exile her. I will walk into a future she should never have to endure. Let her stay. Let him protect her. Let him live his life believing he has finally kept his promise.

Queen Nephele, a former fisherwoman, suffers neglect as King Athamas indulges his mistress Ino. On her eighth birthday, Princess Helle is abandoned on a leaking boat by her father. She perishes in the freezing sea, crying for help. Devastated by grief, Nephele transforms into an avenger, exposing her husband's cruelty and hypocrisy before their daughter's memorial portrait. Athamas collapses in remorse and leaps into the sea. Clutching Helle's shell necklace, Nephele walks away alone—her love for her daughter now hardened into eternal farewell.

"Princess Olivia was desperate. Her uncle betrayed her for a political marriage, while her stepmother and cousin plotted to destroy her. Her sole ally was Mason, a guard she'd saved from the streets. To break the engagement, she seduced Mason and created a scandal. It worked, but Mason was beaten bloody and banished. Three years on, Olivia remained bound to James, fighting for her inheritance. At an auction, her fiancé bid on the fabled Heart of the Ocean, but a masked nobleman offered an astonishing million gold coins. Olivia pursued, tore off his mask, and met the eyes of Mason, the guard she had ruthlessly discarded and ruined."

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.

Cross was a mocked orphan who awakened only an F‑rank useless Titan and was expelled by all… until he unlocked the Titan System, awakened the fierce beasts Nidhogg and Fenrir, and gained the devour power—grow stronger by consuming every enemy. Now his old bullies return to provoke him, and the demon army invades the world. From zero to 3S supreme genius—can a former trash rise to claim the Titan God throne?

In a world where emotions run wild and secrets lurk in the shadows, Kristen, an orphaned servant, finds herself entangled in a web of love and betrayal. When fate unexpectedly leads her to Justin, the enigmatic leader, and Allen, the newly appointed Lycan King, Kristen's life takes a dramatic turn. As emotions ignite and alliances shift, Kristen must navigate the turbulent waters of romance and deception.