

Yvonne Smith should have returned to her home planet after completing 100 missions. Yet, she is mistakenly transported into a post-apocalyptic zombie world instead. In this world, males can transform into beastmen, but this power comes at a cost—the risk of mental instability and frenzy. Only females are capable of calming them. As the daughter of the duchess of Northreach, the host has five outstanding beastmates, but because of her personality…

After rebirth, Megan Whitmore transforms from Estania's top commander in the apocalypse into a weak and powerless heiress. At their first meeting, she's covered in blood but uses her superpower to help Dylan Smith win a street racing championship before leaving gracefully. At their second encounter during a high society banquet,she kicks her scheming sister into a pool, shocking all of Dragonstan's elite circles. Think you can control someone who's already died once?Good luck with that.

I’m a werewolf, eight months pregnant with my vampire mate's hybrid child. When the contractions hit, my vampire mate, Justin, locked me in an ice coffin carved with runes meant to suppress childbirth. I screamed. I begged him. He just said, "Wait." But this was all for his childhood sweetheart. Isolde. The pureblood vampire had used dark blood magic to carry his pure-blood heir without having sex. The first vampire child born in a millennium would receive the Progenitor's ultimate blessing. It would purify the bloodline. It would break a curse generations in the making. "That honor belongs to Isolde's child," Justin said, his voice pure ice. "You already have my love, Gracie. This coffin just ensures you give birth after her." The pain of the contractions tore through me. I begged him to take me to the Bloodspring Sanctuary. He leaned in, his cold fingers gripping my chin. "Stop the act. I should have seen it sooner. You never loved me. You were an outcast in the werewolf world. You only wanted my power and my title." "You're so desperate you'd risk our child with your savage wolf tricks, just to ruin a pureblood's blessing... You're poison." Tears streamed down my face. I trembled, my voice shattering. "The baby's coming—I can't stop it. Please, I'll make a blood oath. I don't care about the blessing. I just want you!" He scoffed, a hint of pained betrayal in his eyes. "If you loved me, you wouldn't have run to my mother. You wouldn't have poisoned her mind against Isolde." "I'll be back after she receives the blessing. After all, the child you're carrying is mine, too." He stood guard outside the sanctuary where Isolde's ritual was taking place. He didn't give me another thought. Not until he saw the halo of the blessing crown Isolde. He ordered his blood thrall to release me. But the thrall's voice trembled with terror. "My lord… Lady Gracie and the child… their life signs… they're gone." In that instant, Justin’s world shattered.

"I loved him for three years. I gave up my noble identity, hid my cursed bloodline, and endured endless humiliation just to stay by his side. Until the night of his childhood friend Charlotte’s ascension ceremony — when she poisoned my blood wine and triggered my blood nucleus eruption in front of the entire coven. I lay on the cold marble floor, begging for help, my golden blood spilling everywhere… but my fiancé, Ethan Cross, Lord of the Shadowfang Coven, coldly told me to stop acting and toasted to her instead. They laughed. They mocked. They poured silver liquor into my open wounds while I crawled like a dying dog. That night, my father — the feared Patriarch of the ancient Reece Clan — stormed in with his elites and dragged me out of hell. Three months later, I returned as the undisputed Prima Donna of the Eternal Night Theater, more radiant and powerful than ever. Ethan, now broken and regretful, kneels before me, begging for a second chance. "

A spoiled socialite in Gilded Age New York defies warnings and photographs a cursed mummy. As her body wastes away, her hair falls out, and corpse spots spread across her skin... Her sister realizes the Pharaoh's Curse has begun. Beauty becomes rot. Fame becomes damnation. The dead always collect.

Bella Miller, a broke college girl, never expected one night with the cursed Lycan King to leave her pregnant. Worse, she's a human. Humans die carrying a werewolf heir, yet saving her means he must give up his own life.

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."

To reclaim her late mother's estate, Sienna Reed ends up spending a night with Adrian Voss, the Alpha of the werewolf pack. Three days later, she discovers she's pregnant. Four years on, they cross paths again. This time, she has two wolf pups by her side. She runs. He hunts. There's no escaping him. Just when she's convinced he despises her, he turns around and spoils her like she's the only thing that matters.

After I was reborn, I was the one who changed the name on my blood bond with Prince Mortlock. I wrote in “Isabella”—the other vampire he’d always cherished, always protected. When Isabella wanted the ruby necklace, the one that marked the Prince's Mate, I let her have it. The wedding dress Mortlock had prepared for me? I gave that to Isabella, too. I did it all because in my past life, I got my wish. I became Mortlock’s mate, but I lived every moment in Isabella’s shadow. In the end, during a battle with vampire hunters, Mortlock ran to a wounded Isabella first. I was the one left to take a silver stake through the heart. So this time, I decided to let them be. To stay far away from Mortlock. But this time, the cold, distant Prince wept and begged me to be his mate again.