BOOK 1 OF THE SHARDBEARERS SERIES | She thought she was human. They knew she was anything but. Now the truth might destroy them all. Elliora has always known how to survive-growing up with a drunk for a father, guarding a heart cracked by betrayal, and burying the aching need to be wanted. But survival means nothing when the Veil rips open and demons come hunting for her blood. Rescued-and then imprisoned-by four dangerously beautiful strangers, Elliora finds herself trapped in a house that shifts like a living thing, with magic she doesn't understand surging in her veins. The men who saved her aren't human. They're fallen angels. And they're convinced she's something rare. Something powerful. Something worth dying for. But Elliora doesn't trust easily. Especially not the cold, commanding leader with secrets behind his eyes. Or the storm-eyed healer who won't let himself feel. Or the wildfire-tempered protector with too much rage. Or the charming flirt who touches her like she's made of light. As Elliora struggles to control a magic that answers to no one-and to resist the pull of the four broken souls around her-an ancient enemy begins to haunt her dreams. He knows what she is. And he'll stop at nothing to claim her. Even if it means tearing the world apart to do it. Darkly romantic, emotionally charged, and wickedly addictive, House of the Fallen is a slow-burn fantasy romance where one girl must choose between the past that broke her and the future that could save-or end-everything.

If you love the epic worldbuilding of 𝘓𝘖𝘛𝘙, the dark intrigue of 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, the monster-hunting grit of 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳, and the soul-deep romance of 𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, then this story is for you. --------------------------------- He's a battle-hardened knight; she's from the modern world. He survived horrors; she was shielded from them. His body and soul bear scars, but she still believes in wonders. He seeks redemption and peace, and she craves true love. Forgotten forests, cursed kingdoms, and a bond neither of them chose. Together, they must face ancient evils, unravel lost magic, and survive enemies in both shadow and light. Discover if love can truly banish the darkness in this thrilling, emotional tale! ⚔︎⚔︎⚔︎⚔︎⚔︎⚔︎⚔︎⚔︎⚔︎ "Omg... I've never been so invested in a story!" "The story is so captivating and engaging that I couldn't put it down." "The characters are incredibly well-developed!" "It reminds me of Tolkien's lost kingdoms and the mysterious allure of Arthurian and Celtic legends." *********************** 🏆 The Cliffhanger Queen by The Hidden Gem Awards 2024 ************************ 💎 FEATURED ON: @WackyWriters - "Our Judges' Favorites" @Romance - "Slow Burn" and "The Para-Romantasy Experience" @Fantasy - "Dark Fantasy" and "Serialized Spotlight" @highfantasy - "Fair Verona - Romantic Fantasy" @Ambassadors - "Para-Romantasy" @DaturaCommunity - "The Lavender | Fantasy" *********************** Highest Rankings: 🌟 #1 in Medieval Fantasy - 14/03/2025 🌟 #2 in Portal Fantasy - 05/11/2024 🌟 #2 in Gothic - 09/12/2025 🌟 #3 in Medieval - 02/12/2024 🌟 #4 in High Fantasy - 05/08/2024

**She was meant to disappear into the dark. Instead, the dark carried her home.** Aurelia was taken from the sea and broken beneath stone-her body chained, her voice stolen, her identity erased. Kept alive only because a cruel king believed she held the secrets of the merpeople, she learned one truth above all else: Silence is survival. When a violent invasion shatters her prison, Aurelia expects death. What she finds instead is him. A warrior forged of shadow and restraint. A man whose power decays iron and bends fear into obedience. He does not ask her name. He does not demand her loyalty. He carries her out of the dark as if it is inevitable-like fate finally remembering her. But Theo of High Raven is not merely a rescuer. He is a prince of a kingdom carved from obsidian and ravens, where power is ancient, borders are guarded by monsters, and nothing survives without purpose. As Aurelia is drawn north into a land that blooms where it should rot. Caught between a throne that fears her, a kingdom that watches her, and a man whose silence feels more dangerous than any threat, Aurelia must lie convincingly enough to stay alive-while hiding a truth that could shatter borders, crowns, and gods alike. Because she is not ordinary. She never was. And if the world learns what sleeps beneath her skin- Even the Black Throne will not stand tall enough to stop her. A dark fantasy of secrets, slow-burn tension, ancient magic, and the dangerous pull between two forces the world was never meant to contain.

The only way to break the curse...is to kill the one you love. Alyenna was never meant for our world. They stole her. One moment, she is surviving the life she knows on Earth. The next, she awakens in Tendaara. A world of ancient magic, living steel, and creatures that should not exist. She does not know what she is. Tendaara does. In Tendaara, magic is not a gift. It is a part of you. A part of the world itself. Here, you do not just forge blades. You forge souls. Power here does not come freely. It is earned. through training, through survival, through spite, and the will to never let go. Alyenna did not escape her keeper. She was moved. To a world where he has more power, and to where the Queen who owns them all reigns. Scelestra the Queen of Many Faces walks unseen, wearing the form of the ones you trust most. One touch is all it takes. One moment of hesitation. One question. One loss of control. The General Aethorien misses nothing. Not a moment. Not an opportunity. Not a chance to shape her into the weapon the world will need to survive him. Because in Tendaara, power always asks for something in return. The more it grows, the harder it becomes to choose who survives, and who pays the price.

Slowburn | Enemies to lovers | dark romance | false prophets | Space Opera | triangle | strong femme characters | eventual Romance | Eventual smut | A desperate Baron. A yearning Duke. A woman who weaves destruction with an army of fire. In the mountain peaks and stalagmite caves of Grummon, the house of Moritani resides. The threat of war crawls across the landscape and pulls a foreign army into their grasp. Each morning, Hawk Devodzanum watches as pieces of the crimson moon of Califenat cascade to the earth. Califenat means fear, and there is plenty of it to be found once the planet goes dark.

In a realm where dragons choose their mates through ritual and instinct, Annabella-a realist from a world of logic-never believed in magic, fate, or monsters. But after falling through a mysterious rift, she awakens in a wild, primal land filled with creatures who aren't quite human... and who seem to think she belongs to them. She's cold. She's starving. And then the gifts begin. Food. Shelter. Fire. And always, that scent-smoky, powerful, and maddeningly alluring. Survival comes first. Or so she tells herself. But with every brush of clawed fingertips and heated glance, the lines between survival and surrender begin to blur. These dragon shifters don't just want her-they've chosen her. And in their world, choice runs both ways. A slow-burn, emotionally rich, polyamorous romance about instincts, intimacy, and the bonds we never see coming.

Sabine thought being sold as a magical slave was the worst thing that could happen-until a fearsome dragon chose her. Claimed by Prince Cole, the ruthless War Dragon and heir to the throne, Sabine braces for cruelty. But behind the brutal exterior lies a man at odds with the future forced upon him and a dragon with plans of his own. As dangerous magic stirs and royal pressure builds, Sabine and Cole are drawn together in a bond neither expected... and one that could change everything. **Perfect for fans of slow-burn romantic fantasy, reluctant royalty, and dragons with secrets.**

Until now, magic has been elemental-fire and lightning, ice and sound. But some power is not wielded. It is spoken. Light of the Broken Tongue draws back the veil on the Fey Kingdom, the living language of Syvareth, and the girl whose birth may change the balance of the world. Through Lumiriel, truths long buried begin to surface-about lost voices, fractured histories, and the price of silence. What became of the four fey who escaped captivity-and what will happen when their stories are finally heard? As the stars shift overhead, the dragons of the Luminous Grove emerge from centuries of isolation. Bound to fate and guided by constellations older than kingdoms, they watch, they wait, and they know more than they are willing to say-especially Altairix, a star dragon whose path is written across the night sky. But far beneath stone and soil, something ancient stirs. An old hunger. A buried evil that remembers the world before peace. If it rises, the fragile alliance between humans, dragons, and fey may shatter completely... or be forged into something stronger than it has ever been. Because there is no force more unifying than a threat that could destroy them all.

Prince Caydeyrn Di Vel Delphine. Commander of the royal battalion. A legend dressed in iron and silk. He's noble, honorable, devastatingly handsome-every inch the kind of man a kingdom worships, and a woman trusts with her life. Josephine Caldwell. A healer from the quiet provinces. Sweet as spring rain. Gentle as moonlight. Her magic draws pain into her own body so others can breathe again. She gives everything-her strength, her sleep, her peace-and asks for nothing in return. To Prince Caydeyrn, she was a miracle. She never wanted a crown. Never wanted love. But Caydeyrn offers both like they're hers by right. It's meant to be a pure love story. Wholesome. Romantic. It's supposed to make me swoon. But I don't. Because I don't want the prince. I want the other one. Duke Evander De LaCroix. The king's nephew. Vanished at eight. Returned a man-silent, changed. Not only broken. Twisted. Cold. Predatory. Wrong. The story details there is something unclean in the way he looks at people. Like he's already imagining what their screams might sound like. And when he sees Josephine? He fixates. He hunts her. Watches her like she's prey-like he's already decided to break her. She hides behind Caydeyrn's protection, clutching her innocence like armor. And every time Evander steps onto the page, I can't breathe. Not because I'm scared - but because I wish he looked at me like that. The book says he's wrong. That he's twisted. Dangerous. That Josephine's fear is justified. That Caydeyrn is the right choice. But I don't want safety. I want to be ruined by the villain. It's not their slow-burn romance anymore. It's my obsession. And the worst part? I know he would hate me. He wouldn't love me. He'd see the dark little thing I am and realize that I am not the innocent maiden he obsesses over. I'm lucky if he would ruin me for the fun of it. And God help me, I'd let him. Gladly.

Don't get frostbitten while reading this dark, gripping, passionate retelling of Snow White. Icelyn, the princess of the Winter Realm, is being used as a tether to unite the Winter and Summer Realms in an upcoming war. As a woman, she is seen as nothing more than chattel instead of the strong warrior she truly is. She longs to prove her worth to her father and people, but how do you accomplish that if never given a chance? When Icelyn's powers continue to strengthen, her evil stepmother decides that marrying her off may not be enough to rid the thorn in her side and takes a more drastic approach. For Icelyn, there is danger around every corner; even the mirrors have ears. To complicate matters, Icelyn learns that she is the fated mate of the King of the Night Realm, a wicked and unseelie fae that will do anything to claim what is rightfully his... When he comes to collect her, her entire world is turned upside down. Her fate was questionable in the Winter Realm, but how will she ever survive in a court of nightmares and ruin? *** She was mine, and it was about time they learned that. I have sat by idly for years, knowing she belonged to me, and yet, I did nothing about it. I did not want a mate, they were a weakness I could not afford, but now they were trying to join her with another, and there was no way I would allow that. "Ready or not, my little snowflake, here I come."