***Do not read if you haven't read Part One! Scent Split is a slow burn, omegaverse reverse harem romance, meaning the main female character will end up with more than one man.

The Kingdom of Rising Book Two of the Ruined Realms Saga Five months after the war, Ria stands among the ruins she fought to reclaim. Her kingdom is rising again - stone by stone, heart by heart - but peace is proving far more dangerous than war ever was. The prophecy that once whispered hope now dictates their path, and its fulfillment may demand more than they are willing to give. To see it through, the fractured kingdoms must unite-and an unexpected, otherworldly ally appears in their midst: Eli, an angel whose loyalty carries a cost none can measure. Yet as they race to fulfill destiny, Varian moves in secret to shatter it, his reach closer than anyone suspects. Together, Ria and her companions must hunt for a weapon powerful enough to kill an angel - a relic said to be hidden on an island that most believe a myth. But as villages burn and shadows move in the cracks between alliances, one traitor is caught... and another still hides among them. Amid the growing storm, Ria's bond with Nikolai - the Umbra Kyrios, feared king of TharVhal and the male fate bound her to - is pushed to its breaking point. Secrets fester between them, truths neither dares to speak, and the line between love and ruin blurs with every heartbeat. The Kingdom of Rising is a story of power and passion, of betrayal and unyielding love - where the light itself must bow to the shadows to survive.

The pits taught me to trust no one. House Ravilon taught me I might be wrong about that. Finley's still fighting what's between us. Lysander's chaos is growing on me. Reyker sees through every lie. And somewhere between temple trials and gods who speak in riddles, I stopped pretending I could walk away from any of them. The deal was clear enough: collect the artifacts, earn my freedom. But gods don't hand out weapons without a reason. And House Ravilon didn't buy a pit fighter just to win tournaments. When we get back to the villa, Silas and Axlan are waiting. So is something else. Twenty years of survival might not be enough for whatever comes next. **Updates every Monday and Friday starting March 13th at 12pm EST**

When Kacia discovers the forbidden magic running through her veins, she is given a choice - pretend her powers belong to her worst enemy, and use them to help him cement his claim to the throne - or forfeit her life. Can she play along for long enough to plot Ash's downfall, or is their fake truce about to turn into something a lot more complicated? ✨ Throughout fifteen years of Lathrian rule, Kacia has dreamt only of her family and her freedom. After she braves a storm-tossed mountainside in search of reunion with a mother she hasn't seen for a decade, she discovers that she has the power to mimic the magic of others - an ability that sees her sentenced to death by the Lathrian Kingdom which controls her people. That is, until the Lathrian king demands she uses her powers to legitimise his stepson's claim to the throne. If she agrees, she can keep her life - for now. Kacia becomes caught between the volatile brothers she didn't know existed and a prince who is more sympathetic than he seems. The choice she makes, between violent rebellion or slow moving negotiations, might alter the fates of her people - but only if she can decide before the bargain that prolonged her life runs out. Family and freedom may be the things Kacia wanted most, but to gain one she might have to sacrifice the other.

Garrett Gray was the captain of Rowan University's hockey team, he was a girl magnet, he could have any girl at his feet with a flash of his smile. He was your typical cocky, humorous jock that everyone loved. Taylor Perez was a typical college student trying to pass her classes and make money to survive. She was a stubborn but also kind, beautiful, and well-grounded girl that no one could push down. Garrett and Taylor never passed paths or even looked at each other, till one particular day. The day the bet was made.