Her name was written in golden ink, and nothing would ever be the same. Aurelia never imagined her quiet life would matter to anyone-until the Quill of Calling inscribed her name in glowing gold, marking her as chosen. Now she's a student at Crowned Star University, an ethereal academy hidden far from the world she knew, where future royals and magical beings are shaped into something greater. Within its velvet-draped halls, she finds freedom for the first time... and something else stirring-something forgotten, blooming slowly inside her. Her magic doesn't follow rules. It pulses with emotion, echoing fear, softness, longing. It reacts to dreams. To safety. To pain. And to them. There are whispers about the four princes-each one cloaked in power, mystery, and something she can't quite name. Wind, shadow, light, and stone. Their eyes linger too long. Their presence shifts the air. And somehow, without meaning to, Aurelia begins to belong to places-and people-she never thought would see her. But when a cursed book begins to pull on her soul, and a ghost starts whispering truths no one else dares speak, Aurelia must decide who she is: the girl who was written in gold... or the one who will rewrite the story entirely. * * * Contains age regression, mental health issues, graphic scenes, abuse

You've been classified. Red. White. Blue. Pink. Dominant. Submissive. Caregiver. Little. Everyone fits. Everyone plays their part- except her. Talia Hale enters the Harmony System as a statistical impossibility. Sixty-four percent Little, thirty-six percent Submissive- a dual-signature so rare the system hasn't recorded one in years. Too soft for a standard Dominant, too volatile for a standard Caregiver. Too much and not enough for anyone the academy has ever trained. A mismatch. A rule-breaker. An exception. Until him. Rowan Rhys- the academy's most feared instructor, dual-classified Dominant and Caregiver. Red and Blue. Precision carved into a man. Cold as silence, controlled as a pulse held beneath a thumb. Untouchable. Unshakable. Unmatched. Until her. "I'd kill gods for you," he tells her one night. "And kneel in the same breath." She doesn't know what to call the way he looks at her. He doesn't know what to do with the way she needs him. And still, they reach for each other. ♡♡♡ #1 in shy #1 in praise #1 in daddydom #1 in softgirl #1 in lightddlg ♡♡♡

((Complete at 110,000 words)) Twenty-five-year-old Maggie Douglas is a beta on a mission. Determined to work at the infamous GAIM Industries, she's willing to put up with a grumpy boss. And a silent stalker. And an adorably blunt hacker. Maybe even a set of twins who couldn't be more opposite. As long as her secrets stay hidden, everything will work out just fine... Scent Split is a slow burn, omegaverse reverse harem romance, meaning the main female character will end up with more than one man. No mm in this one!

⭐Book One of The Seralyn Legacy⭐ They called her an omega. A servant. A mistake. But the Moon never forgot her name. Daeira (Day-rah) *D* to her friends, doesn't remember the night her family was slaughtered. She doesn't know she's the last living heir of the Seralyn Pack, sacred white wolves blessed by the Moon Goddess Selene with healing magic, divine power, and moon fire in their blood. All she knows is cruelty, hunger, and survival in the most ruthless pack in existence. Raised by the wolves who killed her bloodline, Daeira has spent her life in the shadows, beaten, starved, silenced. She hides her strength. Hides her power. Hides the truth of what her wolf really is. Until the night she turns eighteen... and the Moon wakes her. Her wolf rises in a blaze of silver flame, and for the first time, Daeira sees what she really is, chosen, divine, and deadly. But when her fated mate, the Alpha's son, rejects her in front of the entire pack, everything shatters. She doesn't beg. She doesn't break. She runs. Because Daeira isn't the broken little thing they raised in a cage. She's the prophecy made flesh. And the world has no idea what's coming. An ancient evil is spreading through the wolf realm. The rift to the hell realm has cracked wide open. Demons walk the earth. Angels are falling from the skies to stop them. And Daeira? She's the only one who can close the breach. The wolves who cast her out are about to learn: The Moon doesn't bless without purpose. And She sure as hell doesn't forgive. ✅ Rejected mate ✅ Hidden goddess bloodline ✅ Dark prophecy & divine trials ✅ Alpha rise, fangs out ✅ Sacred rage, found power, and wolf vengeance These are sample chapters only! Full story is available on GoodNovel!!

"The gods are dead. The bloodlines remain. And she's about to bring it all down." Rowyn Vale grew up on the wrong side of the realm - poor, half-starved, and pissed off at the world. Her fae parents ran relics, sold shadows, and tried to sell her. She's used to surviving. Not exploding with ancient light and accidentally blinding a rich fae girl in the middle of high school. Now she's sentenced to death for a power she didn't ask for. But when a winged, arrogant disaster of a boy crashes through her prison ceiling and drags her into the sky, Rowyn learns the truth: she's not just some broken street fae. She's godblooded. Welcome to Eidolon Academy - a sentient university hidden in a pocket realm where every student is descended from a god, and each year ends in a deadly Trial that can kill you... or awaken something worse. Survive the Trials, and ascend. Fail, and vanish forever. And if the rumors are true? Rowyn isn't just another godblood. She might be the heir of the Godkiller - the one being powerful enough to raise the Pantheon. Let the Trials begin. Let the realm burn. This is a sample only! Thank you!

Nine years ago, Sahriya ran into the forest and never came back. Everyone said she should've died, feral beasts don't spare little girls. But they didn't kill her. They raised her. Now at nineteen, she lives barefoot, unbonded, and completely untamed. She hunts with wolves, speaks to ravens, and soothes broken beasts with just a touch of her glowing hands. She knows nothing of rankings, registration, or the brutal harem politics of the beastkind clans. She has no idea she's the first Myrren born female in two hundred years. Or that her power exceeds even the highest divine tier. When she stumbles across a hunting party of ten dangerously unbonded beast shifter males... everything changes. They feel it. That rare energy pulsing beneath her skin. That aura their beasts can't resist. Something sacred. Something untouchable. Something the gods themselves are watching. And if she's not careful... their need for her will turn feral. But Sahriya is no fragile thing. She is the wild. And she was born to break the system. 🔥 Reverse harem 🐺 Feral beast shifters 🌕 Divine prophecy + primal bonding 🩸 Wild magic, mating rituals, soft dominance 💋 Untamed heroine with goddess blood This is a sample only! Find the whole story on the app AnyStories ✨ Tap in. Get claimed. Let the Veil choose you. 🖤

The rough draft of And Dawns Endure, Evermere Book 3 will leave Wattpad on March 31, 2026. The polished final copy will arrive on Amazon on April 1, 2026. Lunar witch Serafina Cimmerian has finally regained her magic power. Now it's time to show her dhampir, monster-hunting husbands what she's capable of. As for her evil stepmother, Arabesque Harrow has already stolen too much from her, and Seri isn't about to allow that Dark witch to claim one more person she loves. The exciting conclusion to the Evermere trilogy!

Rosalind Hart Power has a voice. Low. Controlled. Velvet wrapped steel. And when it called my name, I answered... without hesitation. I only came to Infernum for a job. Just a few hours of bookkeeping, buried in the quiet corners of a club that pulsed with secrets. But nothing here is quiet for long. Lucian Black. Zane Romano. Xander Wolfe. Kade Riven. Men who command the room like the world owes them worship. Their gazes pinned me, branded me like a promise and a threat wrapped in silk. "You don't run from us, little Rose," Lucian whispered, brushing his thumb against my lip. "You kneel." I should've been terrified. But instead... I trembled. Not with fear. With need. Because there's something terrifyingly beautiful about surrendering to men who could destroy you. Something addictive about being seen, truly seen by eyes that strip away your defenses. They didn't ask for my heart. They claimed it. Silently. Completely. And I think... A part of me always wanted to be claimed. © 2025 by S. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without permission of the author.

Synopsis: She collects things - odd things. Unusual feathers, forgotten trinkets, people with peculiar smiles. If it's rare or one of a kind, it belongs in her trove. It all began with a black flower that shimmered like ink under moonlight. Strange and lovely, it whispered to her soul. Years later, she found an ancient totem carved with symbols she didn't understand. She touched it - and the world changed. Now, she's somewhere else. Somewhere magical, strange, and untamed. A playground for the curious. And for a collector like her, it's paradise.

Oliver once dreamed of becoming a marine biologist, drawn to the ocean's secrets and the creatures no one else understood. But at nineteen, he's adrift: dragged down by anxiety and a past that refuses to stay under currents. And when it does quiet, it pulls him under. When the weight of life becomes too much, Oliver retreats inward, regressing into a state he's kept hidden for years. But when his parents discover this, on top of him dropping out of college, they send him to Havenridge, hoping it will 'fix' him and bring back the son they thought they knew. Tobias, a former soldier, lost his purpose the day injury forced him out of service. At Havenridge, he now devotes himself to guiding others who've lost their way, even as his own past continues to haunt him. When he meets Oliver, both are challenged to confront the parts of themselves they've kept hidden. For Oliver, it means facing the regression he's long buried. For Tobias, it means finding healing in becoming someone else's safe place. After all, what better advice is there to follow than your own? // It took Tobias a moment to return Oliver's hug. To let his arms fold around the teenager, like two hooks of an anchor finding the ocean floor. It felt unexpectedly right, how he could cast his anchor into a boy who seemed adrift himself. \\ __To Pacify the Storm is a raw, delicate exploration of trauma, healing, and the spaces where vulnerability and strength intertwine. ⚠️ Ongoing: It's still a work in progress; imperfect and evolving, so it may take a little patience to sink into. I intend to rewrite it once its finished, so stay tuned!