the unrivaled dragon king

In my previous life, my husband Kael Drayne, heir to the Beast King's throne and full-blooded dragon, cut open my belly with his own hands on the day I gave birth. He pulled our child out and dashed it against the floor in front of me. That was the moment I finally understood. The one he truly loved was my stepsister, Ivy Wren. Because she couldn't bear to watch the man she loved marry someone else, Ivy had staged a dramatic exit on our wedding day, slipping out alone, only to run into a gang of rogue beastkin. She vanished without a trace. Kael blamed every last bit of it on me. He hated me for it with everything he had. "Just because you're the only pure-blooded white wolf, you think you had the right to come between me and Ivy? She's gone because of you. I'm going to throw you to the horde — let you feel exactly what she went through." But he was the one who'd pursued me. He was the one who'd confessed his feelings. It was because I chose him that he was able to claim the throne at all. None of it mattered to him. There was nothing left in his eyes but hatred. Kael hurled me into a frenzied beast horde, and I was torn apart. In those final moments, I saw three figures, Kael's three unremarkable bastard brothers, charging toward me through the chaos, trying to drag me out. But the numbers were too great, the gap in power too wide. In the end, they died there alongside me. I thought my story ended there, full of regret. Then I woke up. I'd been reborn to just before Kael and I were to marry. This time, I wasn't going to choose him. And that, apparently, drove him out of his mind.

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.

After the great war between humans, vampires, werewolves, and elves, an agreement was made that hybrid offspring would rule the world. Every century, alliances through marriage between humans and those three clans would decide the next ruler. Whoever bore the first hybrid child would claim power for their line. In my previous life, I chose to marry Jax, the eldest son of the werewolf pack, known for his fierce loyalty. I gave birth to our hybrid son, a white-furred pup we named Zeal. Our child became the next world ruler, and Jax gained immense power. My sister had lusted after the elves' beauty and married into their clan. But the elf prince slept with every female in the forest. In the end, my sister caught a disease that left her barren. Jealous and bitter, she set a fire that burned me and my young pup alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the racial alliances. My sister had already slept with Jax first. I knew she had been reborn too. But she didn't know that Jax was brutally savage with his mates, having torn countless she-wolves apart in his bed during his ruts.

Troy's retirement life was peaceful, far from the violence and the turmoil of the financial markets. He never expected, however, that his own son would pull him out of it to work as a security guard at the company. Troy had no choice. It was his son after all. What he never imagined was that this job would somehow lead to him finding a beautiful CEO wife.

The apocalypse arrives. Zombie hordes swallow cities, and starvation does the rest. Veteran soldier Leon Reed activates the Apocalypse Bunker System, beginning with nothing but a welding torch and a modified harvester, and breaks ground on Dusk Farm. While the rest of humanity stumbles toward extinction, he grows anti-toxin wheat inside bulletproof greenhouses and eats hotpot for dinner.Leon stockpiles supplies, raises walls, and draws in the talented and the desperate, upgrading his farm step by step into a steel fortress bristling with heavy weapons and piloted Titan mechs. The wasteland treats him as an anomaly. He treats the wasteland as farmland.

After being released from my three-year sentence, Zoe Sanders finally found me in an underground fight club. The moment she saw me, she grabbed me by the collar and punched me across the face, her eyes burning red with fury. "Henry Goldman, who gave you the nerve to disappear like this? "And what the hell have you done to yourself?" I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and laughed carelessly. "One punch, one hundred thousand. "If you’re still angry, feel free to keep going. I could use the money for this year’s rent." Her fists trembled uncontrollably, but her voice softened. "Come home with me... apologize to Ronald Green. "He’s always been kind-hearted. He already forgave you for framing him." Her gaze swept over the scars covering my body, something unreadable flickering in her eyes. "Look at yourself. Covered in blood like this... what’s the difference between you and a stray dog digging through garbage?" My body stiffened. Then I turned and walked away. What she did not know was this: In prison, blood and violence were the only ways I learned to survive. "Don’t forget," she shouted after me, "I’m still your fiancée!" My footsteps stopped. How could I forget? Three years ago, on the night of our engagement, Ronald drugged me and sent me to a black-market auction. I was stripped of all dignity and sold like merchandise. That night, I became the laughingstock of the entire city. And the person who signed the papers that sold me… was my fiancée herself.

In a world where humans and dragons coexist, dragonkind—though capable of taking human form—are inherently violent and must rely on the magic of human women to suppress their frenzy. To secure power and compete for the throne, Dragon Lord candidates enter marriage pacts with women from powerful magical families. Anastasia, born into one such family and gifted with immense magic, once devoted her life to helping her husband Dmitri rise to the throne—only to be betrayed by him and her own sister, and die a tragic death in prison. On the brink of death, she casts a forbidden spell and is reborn on the eve of his proposal. This time, she refuses to be a pawn—she will rewrite her fate and take revenge on those who destroyed her.

"In our tenth year together, the King of the Gods, Aetheon, threw the grandest wedding I had ever seen on the peak of Mount Olympus. And at the ceremony itself, he calmly told me he had cheated on me. ""Go on with the rite, or stop it right now. It's your call."" He swirled the wine in his cup, bored. He told me that just before the ceremony began, he had sex with a mortal girl. The world went cold around me. I stared up at the king standing high above me. ""Do you love her that much?"" His brow creased slightly, as if he thought I was making too much of it. ""Not really. She's a fragile little mortal, nothing more."" ""You've just been so proper, so well-behaved these past ten years. Never a flaw I could find. It was interesting, for once, to be adored by someone who didn't know any better."" He turned the thunder ring on his finger as if none of it mattered. ""Don't worry. If you choose to go through with the ceremony, you'll still be my queen—no question. And if you want to throw a fit about it, fine. Throw your fit. I won't stop you."" I stood frozen on the altar platform. I had waited ten years for this day. And now the perfect ceremony in front of me pressed down on my chest until I couldn't breathe."

"In our tenth year together, the King of the Gods, Aetheon, threw the grandest wedding I had ever seen on the peak of Mount Olympus. And at the ceremony itself, he calmly told me he had cheated on me. ""Go on with the rite, or stop it right now. It's your call."" He swirled the wine in his cup, bored. He told me that just before the ceremony began, he had sex with a mortal girl. The world went cold around me. I stared up at the king standing high above me. ""Do you love her that much?"" His brow creased slightly, as if he thought I was making too much of it. ""Not really. She's a fragile little mortal, nothing more."" ""You've just been so proper, so well-behaved these past ten years. Never a flaw I could find. It was interesting, for once, to be adored by someone who didn't know any better."" He turned the thunder ring on his finger as if none of it mattered. ""Don't worry. If you choose to go through with the ceremony, you'll still be my queen—no question. And if you want to throw a fit about it, fine. Throw your fit. I won't stop you."" I stood frozen on the altar platform. I had waited ten years for this day. And now the perfect ceremony in front of me pressed down on my chest until I couldn't breathe."

The beastfolk are a powerful race, and to strengthen our family's power, Father arranges marriages for both me and my stepsister, Arya Hearthguard. In our past lives, Arya entered a high-profile marriage into the wealthy, powerful dragon clan, while I was forced to wed into the crumbling lion clan. The clan leader of the dragons—Draken Vorgath—was cold and detached. He cared more for gold than his bride, leaving Arya in a glided cage of loneliness. Overwhelmed by the desolation, she seduced the future leader of the fox clan, who was flirtatious.. And when the scandal exploded, Draken resolutely divorced her. Arya's scandal brought shame upon our family. Despite Father's favoritism, he was compelled by family honor to exile her in disgrace. Clan leader of the lions and King of the Jungle—Kael Hawthorne—was a man of unwavering devotion. Our marriage blossomed, and within a year, I bore him a golden lion cub blessed with the Aetheric Divinity. With the Aetherborn, Kael rose to rule all beastfolk as the chieftain, and I became their most revered chieftess. Consumed by envy, Arya sneaked into my son's first birthday feast and strangled the golden lion cub in his cradle. Then, she set the place ablaze and burned me alive along with it. When I wake up, I am back on the very day of our marriage. This time, Arya volunteers to marry into the lions and leaves me the chance to marry into the dragons. I accept everything meekly with only a tenth of her dowry and marry Draken. Later, she bleeds her dowry dry, propping up the lion clan, only to fail in conceiving a cub. When the elders demand she mate with other males, regret drowns her. As for me, all I want in his new life is an heir and a quiet life among the dragons. But no one warns me about the dragons, least of all that my supposedly cold-hearted husband will relentlessly demand me once awakened. Or that his members came in pairs and ridges!

Betrayed. Killed. Reborn as a worthless eight-year-old. The greatest Necromancer King doesn't stay down. Hidden behind a child's face, he contracts Death and a Fallen Angel—and makes every one of them pay. Until a voice laughs from the dark—"You didn't think it was over, did you?"

In order to save her terminally ill sister, she was forced to take the place of her selfish cousin and be sacrificed to the rumored cannibalistic and brutal dragon duke. However, she unexpectedly discovered that the "terrifying beast" was actually a peerless beauty. Not only did he dote on her after marriage, but he also allowed her to make a stunning comeback. She married another seemingly good man who treated her cousin poorly, and after learning about the heroine's life, the cousin went insane with jealousy.

Lester the Vampire made a deal with his cure Evelyn: marry him, save his life. Then a conspiracy tore them apart. Seven years later, he finds her again -- blind, with a daughter who has his eyes, and a hatred for him. When she finally sees his face... it nearly kills her. Saving her costs him his blood, his body, and every year he'd ever grown.

"In his past life, Prince Kian chose the werewolf princess and fathered the child destined to rule the world. However, for that crown, his jealous brother burned him and his son alive. But fate gives him a second chance. In this life, his brother seizes the werewolf bride first, believing he has stolen Kian's future. Yet Kian turns away and chooses the one everyone despises— The forgotten vampire princess."

In the eternal night of the vampire realm, Isolde believed she had found true forever with Alaric Voss — the Golden Heir who publicly abandoned the Vampire Throne for her, a woman from the slums. For years he built blood empires in her name, knelt under the blood moon, and swore she was his only salvation. Then she discovered the truth. Behind her back, Alaric had maintained a secret life with his childhood companion Evelina Rizzo. Together they had twin sons who carried his crimson eyes. Heartbroken and pregnant, Isolde made a single, irreversible decision. With the help of her oldest confidante Selene, she staged her own death in a catastrophic silver-flame curse during their wedding renewal ceremony. The hall burned.

Betrayed by his fiancée and brother at his own wedding, the trash miner Severin reveals his true identity — the Sovereign Godfather. As a dark conspiracy threatens the realm, he reclaims his throne alongside elite heiress Elowen. Time to make them all kneel.

"Are you absolutely certain you want to purchase this Bond Severance Potion? Once consumed, it will gradually dissolve your mate bond over fifteen days. After that, the connection will be permanently broken. There's no reversing it, no room for regret." I nodded without hesitation. "Your name?" she asked, preparing to record the sale. "Sierra McKnight." The witch's hand froze, her eyes widening with recognition. Everyone in our country knew that Damien Blackwood, the Alpha King of the Northern Territory, had an Omega mate he'd cherished and pursued for years before their wolves finally bonded. Her name was Sierra McKnight. Without hesitation, I drank the Bond Severance Potion in one swift motion. Opening my phone, I booked a one-way ticket to Europe departing in exactly fifteen days. This time, Alexander would never find me anymore.

Elena, daughter of Zeus, King of Olympus, concealed her identity from childhood to avoid being targeted. Her appointed guardian Kane abandoned her at their wedding and proposed to Stella, a maid who had stolen Elena's identity and pretended to be Zeus' daughter. Humiliated, Elena chose to marry Damon instead. He had loved her in secret for years, and was rumored to be an "illegitimate son" picked up from the mortal world by Hades, Lord of the Underworld.