Silver Eyes, Golden Mark!
A forbidden mark. A fallen prince. A destiny that could burn kingdoms.
Avalora spent her life hiding the strange mark on her wrist. But the night it starts to glow, every magical creature begins hunting her.
Saved by the mysterious Fallen Prince, she is dragged into a world of shadows, prophecies, and deadly secrets. She hates him... until she discovers that her fate is tied to his, and her touch might be the only thing keeping him alive.
But loving him could destroy the world.
Or save it!
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Chapter 2
The wind screamed outside, shaking the fragile walls of the cottage. Avalora's fingers trembled as she gripped the edge of the table, trying to steady her racing heart. The golden glow of her mark still pulsed on her wrist, faint but insistent. Rion's silver eyes never left her. He was unnervingly calm, the storm outside no match for the tension he radiated. "Stay still," he said, voice low and commanding. "You don't understand the danger yet." She shook her head, frustration and fear colliding. "Danger? I'm already terrified, and you expect me to...what? Let you hold me here while some-some thing hunts me?" His expression flickered, just for a moment, like he almost wanted to smile. "You'll do as I say. Or you'll die." The words hit harder than any blade. Avalora's pulse thundered, not from fear alone. There was something about the way he said it, the intensity behind his gaze-it made her skin tingle in ways she didn't want to admit. Before she could respond, the floorboards groaned violently. Shadows-dark, writhing tendrils of magic-slithered under the door, curling toward them. Avalora stepped back, panic clawing her chest. "They're here," she whispered. "They've been hunting you for hours," Rion said, pulling a black cloak from his shoulders. "And now, they've found us." Before she could argue, the shadows burst through the door like living smoke, twisting and writhing toward her. She screamed, but Rion moved faster than her eyes could follow. In one swift motion, he stepped in front of her, hand outstretched. The shadows recoiled as if burned, hissing in frustration. Golden sparks shot from her mark, reacting to his presence. "You have power you don't understand," he said, his tone sharp. "And it's tied to me. That's why they're coming for you." Avalora stared at him, disbelief and terror mingling. "Tied to you? What does that even mean?" Rion's jaw tightened, his hand still hovering near hers, not quite touching but close enough to make her pulse stutter. "It means," he said slowly, almost reluctantly, "that wherever you go, I'm bound to follow. And if they take you...so will your life." Her stomach dropped. "Bound to...you? That's insane!" "Not insane," he said, stepping closer, dark shadows curling around his boots. "Necessary." A tendril of darkness lunged again, and this time Avalora didn't have time to react. Rion grabbed her wrist, his grip firm, commanding-but not cruel. The moment his hand closed around hers, a jolt of energy surged through her, hotter and more intoxicating than anything she'd ever felt. "Your mark," he said, voice rough, almost pained, "it recognizes me. You don't have a choice, Avalora. You're coming with me." "Coming with you? I don't even know you!" she snapped, struggling against his grip. "You will know me," he replied, his silver eyes locking onto hers, deadly and magnetic all at once. "And whether you like it or not...you'll survive because of me. And maybe...against your will...you'll want me too." Avalora's chest tightened, a strange, electric warmth pooling inside her. Against her better judgment, against everything she'd been taught, her heart thudded with something she didn't want to admit: anticipation. She hated him. She was terrified of him. And yet... Something inside her ached when he pulled her toward the door, toward the storm, toward the unknown. The shadows hissed and recoiled as he stepped into them, dragging her with him. And Avalora realized, with a sick thrill, that she couldn't stop herself from following.
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9.2
Her Bestie's Brother
She only came over to spend time with her best friend-
not to run into her infamous senior brother, the campus playboy everyone warned her about.
Every time she saw him, she felt nothing but disgust.
How could someone who had a sister he adored still treat girls like toys?
But when he walked into the house with a group of girls trailing behind him, her frustration finally snapped-
and she cursed him out without caring who heard.
Then came the day they all hung out, played too much, drank too much...
and the night spiraled into something neither of them ever expected.
A reckless moment.
A passionate night.
A mistake-or something else?
Now, she can't stop asking herself:
Will this change the way she sees him?
And more dangerously... will this change him?
7.3
BLURB
Sophia died hating the man she once loved. Then she woke up ten years younger with a chance to make him pay.
Alexander Sterling destroyed her in ways he'll never remember. Now she'll become the woman he can't forget, and can't have. But he's dreaming of her death. She's planning his downfall. And neither knows they're both pawns in someone else's game.
9.7
Some chains are forged in iron.
Others in desire.
Sebastian Kol has existed for six centuries. Cursed to burn alive in his own skin every night he transforms into a beast even he cannot control. He wants one thing. Freedom. And after five centuries of searching, a prophecy finally gives it a name.
Leilani Ravenwood.
She carries the mark of the moon goddess on her skin and a prophecy that brands her as his salvation. Her blood silences his beast, and her touch sets him on fire.
In the worst possible way. And in the best possible way.
Furious at the hold she has over him, Sebastian takes her, strips her of everything, and bends her world until it breaks, determined to own what the goddess dared to use against him. What follows is dark and consuming. A monster who has never met his match, and a woman who proves to be it.
But Leilani Ravenwood does not break easily. And somewhere between the hatred and the hunger, the punishment and the pull, the ancient beast begins to suspect the terrible truth.
The woman born to be his salvation may already be his undoing, his poison and cure wearing the same skin.
And he is running out of reasons to care.
8.0
Scarlett Hayes thought marrying James Whitmore would finally make her family see her as more than a burden.
Instead, it destroyed her life.
Framed for crimes she didn't commit, betrayed by the people she trusted most, and sentenced to prison while pregnant, Scarlett lost everything in a single night.
Then came the cruelest blow of all.
After giving birth in chains, she was told her baby had died.
The people responsible believed she would spend the rest of her life rotting behind bars.
They were wrong.
Five years later, Scarlett returns.
No longer the discarded daughter of the Hayes family. No longer the broken woman they left behind.
Now she is Commander Scarlett Hayes-a decorated war hero, the unseen force behind a global intelligence empire, and a woman powerful enough to make governments tremble.
She comes back for one reason only: revenge.
Her ex-husband, the stepsister who stole her life, and the family who buried her alive are about to learn exactly what happens when a woman with nothing left to lose takes back everything they stole.
But as Scarlett tears through the secrets of her past, one truth threatens to change everything-
the child she mourned for years may not be dead.
And the mysterious man connected to the night that changed her life has been watching from the shadows all along.
8.9
Just hours after I endured a grueling labor to give Kaelen, my fated mate and the Alpha, two beautiful twins, he walked into the infirmary.
Instead of holding our newborns, his Alpha aura pinned me to the bed as he coldly announced, "I reject you as my mate."
He claimed I reeked of another Alpha. His sister Vanessa threw a stack of photos at my face, showing me at a cafe with a broad-shouldered man. Before I could even explain, Kaelen forced a pen into my trembling hand while I was still bleeding, making me sign away my parental rights. His mother then snatched my newborn son Liam from the crib.
"Take the girl and get out of my territory," Kaelen commanded, leaving me in the freezing room with my severed mate-bond and my crying daughter.
I didn't understand how our sacred bond could be shattered by a single fake photo, or how my fated mate could be so blind and ruthless as to rip my baby from my arms.
Five years later, his precious heir is dying, and Kaelen desperately needs an alliance and a bone marrow donor. But when he finally sees me at a high-society gala, he doesn't find a broken, exiled Omega.
He finds me standing beside that very same "lover"—Dominic, the Alpha of the Silverwood Pack, my older brother. And this time, I am the one holding the blade.
8.2
In my previous life, I, Claire Holloway, was eight months pregnant, kneeling in a storm, begging Lucas Ashford to save the bankrupt Holloway family.
But he held his first love, Vanessa Wren, in his arms, looking down at me with cold disdain.
"The Holloway family's downfall was orchestrated by me. Did you really think I'd fall for a spoiled rich girl like you? If it weren't for getting my revenge today, I'd have found even touching you disgusting."
In despair, I died that freezing night—two lives lost with me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was diagnosed with pregnancy.
Lucas was gently peeling shrimp for me, smiling as he asked what kind of diamond ring I wanted.
I looked at his hypocritical face and let out a quiet, cold laugh.
This time, I wouldn't make the same mistake again.