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 5
The dawn in the Shadow Court was never bright. Light filtered through jagged black towers, casting long shadows across the stone floors. Avalora rubbed her eyes, feeling both exhausted and strangely alive.
Rion stood across the hall, arms crossed, watching her with that silver-eyed intensity that made her pulse jump. "You slept enough," he said, voice low and commanding. "Time to train."
"Train?" Avalora groaned. "You mean...fight magic? I don't even know where to start!"
His lips curved into the faintest smirk. "You know more than you think."
Before she could protest further, he extended his hand. "Come. Control the mark. Control yourself, or you will die."
Her wrist throbbed at the thought. The golden lines beneath her skin seemed to pulse in anticipation. She hesitated, but his gaze...that magnetic, impossible gaze...pulled her forward like a tide she couldn't resist.
Rion led her to a shadowed training chamber. The walls were alive with faint whispers, echoes of ancient power. A circle of runes glowed faintly on the floor.
"Stand here," he instructed, pointing to the center. "Focus on your mark. Let it guide you. Don't fight it."
Avalora swallowed hard and lifted her hands. A tingling warmth spread from her mark up her arm, reaching into her chest. She took a deep breath, trying to listen to the pulse beneath her skin.
"Good," Rion murmured, stepping close. "Now, feel it. Don't think. Feel."
A surge of energy burst from her mark, bright gold, and the circle of runes flared. Shadows inside the chamber twisted and writhed, reacting to her presence. Her heart hammered-not just from exertion, but from the closeness of Rion behind her.
"You're...stronger than I expected," he said, voice softer now, almost reverent. "And yet...dangerous."
Avalora spun around, fists raised. "Dangerous? Me?"
"Yes," he said, stepping closer. His hand brushed hers again, accidentally or maybe not. Sparks of warmth ran up her arm, making her gasp. "To those who underestimate you. And...to me."
Her chest tightened. She hated the pull she felt. Hated the heat rising in her body. And yet, she didn't step back.
Before she could respond, the chamber darkened further. Shadows gathered in the corners, forming snarling shapes with glowing red eyes. Avalora froze, fear and exhilaration mixing.
"Focus!" Rion commanded, grabbing her shoulders. "You can do this. Together."
Her mark flared, golden light spilling across the floor. Shadows shrieked and twisted, recoiling as the power surged outward. Rion stepped beside her, and instinctively, their hands brushed. Avalora's breath hitched at the contact, heart hammering.
"You're doing well," he said, silver eyes locking on hers. "Don't be afraid. Channel the energy. Let it flow through you, not against you."
She nodded, trembling, and let the power surge from her mark. Shadows exploded into smoke, retreating from the combined force. When the last tendril vanished, Avalora sank to her knees, gasping.
Rion knelt beside her, face close enough that she could feel his warmth. "See?" he murmured. "You are powerful. And you will learn to control it...with me."
Avalora's heart raced. She wanted to deny it, wanted to pull away, but a strange, magnetic force held her there.
"With you?" she whispered, almost against her will.
"Yes," he said, voice low, dark, and commanding. "Whether you want it or not."
The air between them pulsed-dangerous, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore. And Avalora realized something terrifying: she didn't want to pull away.
Not now. Not ever.
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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.