Kneel For Me: The Immortal Queen's Shadow
I was an arrogant, canceled reality TV star, trying to salvage my ruined reputation on a live broadcast.
But after I lost my temper and assaulted a cameraman, my furious grandfather chased me into our family's forbidden gallery, where I accidentally crashed into an ancient, sealed portrait.
The canvas shattered, and a terrifying woman with glowing golden eyes stepped out of the wall.
She was Cecil, the First Matriarch of the Marshall family. She caught a lightning bolt with her bare hands and crushed me to my knees with an invisible, suffocating pressure.
My grandfather, instead of saving me, groveled on the floor and abandoned me to her mercy.
"You are the disgrace that will end this family."
She hijacked my entire life, forcing me to act as her submissive baggage handler on my own survival reality show, broadcasting my humiliation to millions.
I didn't understand why this ancient monster was tormenting me. Why did she strip away my pride, treat me like a broken tool, and force me to endure the mockery of the very ex-girlfriend who had ruined my life?
But when those same cast members tried to corner me in the dark woods, Cecil stepped in front of me, her eyes locking onto the silver ring of the man mocking me.
"To catch the wolf, one must sometimes walk with the sheep."
That was when I realized she wasn't here to destroy me—she was here to hunt the parasites who had been secretly siphoning away my life force.
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Chapter 9
The forest was dense and dark. The only light came from the beams of the camera crews following the contestants.
Aedan was fuming. He snatched the map out of Cecil's hand as soon as they were out of the camp.
"Stay behind me," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "And don't say a word."
He held the map up to the flashlight, squinting at the contour lines. He pointed to a trail that led up a steep ridge. "This way. I've seen this show before. They always put the beacon on the high ground."
Cecil didn't move. She stood with her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. "You are wrong," she said simply. "And I do not like your tone."
Aedan whirled on her, his patience snapping. "Wrong? I'm the one who can read a map! You're the one who thinks she can just boss people around! What do you want from me?! Why are you doing this?!"
He turned his back on her and started marching up the ridge, his boots crunching loudly on the dry leaves.
Cecil watched him go. She didn't chase him. She didn't yell.
She simply snapped her fingers.
The sound was sharp, cutting through the quiet of the forest.
Aedan felt a sudden, violent impact on the back of his knee. It wasn't a physical blow; it was a concentrated burst of energy.
His leg buckled. He let out a yelp of surprise as his balance deserted him. He pitched forward, his arms windmilling.
But he didn't hit the ground. Another force, invisible and firm, caught him mid-fall. It pushed down on his shoulders and lifted his other knee, forcing him into a position he didn't choose.
He landed on one knee, his back straight, his head bowed. It was a perfect, ceremonial kneel. Right there in the middle of the dirt path.
The camera operator zoomed in, the red light blinking. The live feed was broadcasting to millions.
The chat went wild.
Did she just Jedi mind-trick him?
He dropped like a sack of potatoes!
This is the best television I have ever seen.
Aedan tried to stand. He pushed against the ground, but it was like an anvil was sitting on his shoulders. He was pinned to the spot.
Cecil walked slowly around him, her footsteps barely making a sound. She stopped in front of him, looking down at his bent head.
She reached out and plucked the map from his limp hand. She unfolded it, glancing at the strange symbols and lines. She didn't understand the modern cartography, but she didn't need to.
She closed her eyes. She could feel it. A faint hum of technology in the distance. The beacon.
She opened her eyes and pointed down the hill, in the exact opposite direction Aedan had been walking. "This way."
The pressure vanished.
Aedan scrambled to his feet, his face flushed with anger and embarrassment. He brushed the dirt off his pants, his hands shaking. He wanted to scream at her. He wanted to shove her.
But he didn't. He just stood there, staring at her with a mix of fury and fear.
Cecil turned and started walking down the slope. She moved with an easy grace, ducking under branches, stepping over roots without looking down.
Aedan followed. He had no choice. He was seething, his pride in tatters, but he followed.
The camera operator followed behind them, struggling to keep from laughing out loud.
The path became overgrown. Thick, thorny bushes blocked the way. Cecil raised a hand, and the branches seemed to lean away from her, creating a clear path.
Aedan, trying to keep up, wasn't so lucky. A thorn scraped across his cheek, drawing a thin line of blood. He hissed in pain, jumping back.
Cecil glanced over her shoulder. A tiny smirk played on her lips. "Clumsy," she murmured.
Before Aedan could retort, voices drifted through the trees. Angry voices.
Grove Greene's smooth baritone cut through the silence. "I said, we go this way."
Cecil stopped, her eyes narrowing. The oily feeling was back, stronger than before.
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8.8
The only thing more dangerous than the game is the man guarding the crease.
Lyon Navarro has spent his entire career tearing down the San Diego Stormbreakers. As the city's most ruthless journalist, he's made an art form out of exposing the Alphas' volatile tempers and their scandalous lives off the rink. He's the man they love to hate-until a desperate management team offers him the biggest paycheck of his life to fix their image.
The assignment? Tame the six most notorious werewolves in the league.
But Lyon isn't just dealing with professional athletes; he's stepping into a den of apex predators who have been waiting for him to cross their territory. And they have no intention of playing nice.
Rafael Stone, the team's intense, iron-willed captain, has made one thing clear: if Lyon wants to manage the pack, he's going to have to survive them. But between the locker room tension, the high-stakes pressure of the season, and the way the pack's gazes feel like a physical brand on his skin, Lyon realizes he's no longer just reporting the story-he's the one being hunted.
In a world of adrenaline, cold ice, and raw, lupine desire, Lyon is about to discover that the line between enemy and lover is thinner than a skate blade.
Six Alphas. One PR strategist. And a season that's about to get very, very hot.
Beyond the Ice is a high-stakes, slow-burn MM hockey werewolf romance. Expect intense power dynamics, sizzling tension, and a pack that doesn't just want to win the cup-they want to claim their man.
9.3
Halie woke up to a sharp pain and a terrifying reality. She was in a new body, her face covered in a hideous web of scars, and her spiritual power reduced to a pathetic D-Class.
Before she could even process the memories of being framed, her bedroom doors were violently kicked open.
Her sister Seraphina sauntered in with a venomous sneer, followed closely by Halie's S-Class fiancé, Jett.
"Look at the disgrace of the Avila family. What a waste," Seraphina mocked, throwing a mirror at her bed.
"I can't be tied to a cripple. As an S-Class, I have to break our engagement," Jett added, his gaze full of disgust.
The nightmare didn't stop there. Her father called, screaming about how she had shamed the family name. He officially stripped her of her inheritance, froze all her accounts, and exiled her to the decaying Southern District to rot.
To make matters worse, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in her skull, warning her of an impending genetic collapse. Without an immediate energy infusion, she would face total organ failure in thirty days.
A ruined face, a treacherous family, a world that wanted her dead, and a literal death clock ticking in her brain. The original owner had died in absolute despair, a tragic victim of sheer cruelty.
But if they thought she would just sit there and die, they were severely mistaken.
Armed with a mysterious system and her brilliant scientist mind from her past life, Halie packed her bags. She chose the craziest survival quest: head to the slums, find the exiled, sterile S-Class "madman" Coleman, and cure him to harvest his life energy. It was time to start her counterattack.
7.8
Elie Joyce’s entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands.
But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator.
"You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift."
Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round.
When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes.
And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy.
"She is my property. Even if she is trash that I threw away, a filthy pig like you doesn't get to touch her."
Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die.
Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered.
She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive.
Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash?
But she didn't break.
Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife.
With her eyes turning cold and calculating, she limped out of the shadows.
She was going to survive, and Ebert Ewing would soon realize she was no longer his obedient prey.
9.3
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
7.3
Naelis Haldrith is many things, daughter to the South's most strategic Alpha, an Omega with Alpha genes, and an unapologetic misfit. During summer break, she decides to journey to Frostpine and spend her heat cycle with her boyfriend, the golden pea of the Thalric pod.
But during a collared moment, a secret of his is revealed, and Naelis realizes that their relationship was more complex than it seemed. Choosing to return to her pack, she steps outside under a storm, and it is at that moment she crosses paths with a man she had never seen before.
Zoran Vyer Thalric. Uncle to her ex. Member of the Elder's Council. The otherworldly primordial with red-ringed eyes and a wolf barely chained beneath his skin. Desire sparks instantly, and her sights are immediately set on him, but... he is a devotee of the Citadel, celibate, untouched, and unwilling to be the calm to her fury.
She is fire, wild and untamed. He is steel, honed and contained. And for the first time, Naelis is the hunter after her prey, and the line of resistance slowly blurs as he finds his years of enforced self-control and suppression unraveling at the tint of her touches.
And with a maniac on their radar, this summer break will demand blood, sacrifice, and passion that howls to the moon.
8.3
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8.3
Elianila, an AI Architect, is part of an elite team tasked with designing a global system meant to prevent threats, manage disasters, and distribute resources to vulnerable regions. After five years of tireless work with her colleagues, she uncovers disturbing anomalies, code-named, X-variables, that flag individuals according to criteria she never programmed.
As Elianila digs deeper to understand what the X-variables measure and where their origin, she finds herself in direct conflict with the authorities. Soon, the System marks her and her daughter as threats - targets to be eliminated.
With a small band of colleagues and dissidents, Elianila goes on the run, hiding in places beyond the Systems reach. As they evade surveillance, they race against time to warn others, expose the truth, and fight back against the omnipresent authority of the System.