What is a Soulmate? After ten years of fruitless efforts, fully bonded, beloved mates Kingston and Sora have failed to produce the Thornwoof pack Alpha heir. Time has run out. The ancient Tenth Law, with all its archaic rules and procedures, is enacted and, over the Luna's objections, the Alpha is forced to use a Breeder for the continued survival of the pack. Survival is messy. McKay has arrived prepared to provide life for a pack in need. What the well-meaning young Breeder isn't prepared for is the powerful feeling for a mated wolf that is not hers. Will the destined child be their ruin? Questions must be answered - what is a soulmate? Set in a modern world, this is not a fairy tale ending - it's a cautionary tale of how folklore gets written. "See TRIGGER warnings before you proceed."

When an injured Illyrian warrior crash-lands near her modest cottage, Elara, a resourceful young widow, has no choice but to take him in-despite the risk to herself and her daughter, Isla. As Azriel heals under her care, he finds himself drawn to the quiet resilience of the woman who saved his life and the innocent curiosity of her spirited child. *Denotes mature chapters* Disclaimer: the characters and world belong to Sarah J. Maas, and this is a fan-created tribute. Highest rankings: #1 in ACOTAR #1 in Azriel #1 in ACOMAF #1 in ACOSF #1 in Feyre Beautiful cover by _CamilleB_

In the kingdom of Valtoria, queens are meant to be soft, obedient, and disposable. Seraphina was supposed to be a pawn-a fragile doll molded by the hands of men who sought to use her. But they underestimated her. At sixteen, she turned the game on them, painting the palace red with their blood. With every execution, every whispered plea for mercy drowned beneath her laughter, she became something far worse than a ruler. She became a monster. Now, at eighteen, she rules alone, feared as the Mad Queen-the Butcher of Valtoria. Her kingdom prospers under her reign of terror, but a queen without a king is an invitation for war. Enemies lurk in the shadows, waiting for the moment to strike. Suitors come not with love, but with hidden daggers, each one eager to claim her throne. But then he arrives. A man unlike any she has ever met-one who does not kneel, does not flinch beneath her gaze. A man with secrets as dark as her own, whose smirk is a challenge, whose touch ignites something unfamiliar within her. He does not seek to tame her; he seeks to match her. And for the first time in her life, Seraphina wonders: Has she finally met someone she cannot break? Or has she found the one person who can destroy her? A tale of blood, power, and the kind of love that consumes.

Within the borders of Eldoria, the Kingdom of Evermere succumbs to the savage might of the Kingdom of Ravenmarch. Following his father's just rule, King Florian has become a ruthless tyrant, his conquests leaving a wake of destruction across the land. Upon finally conquering the small Kingdom of Evermere, his general and his forces extinguish the lives of all but one noble: Princess Thalassa, spared with the expectation that she will bear the king's child and jointly govern Evermere. Princess Thalassa seeks the release of death before this can happen, but the King's General has his own intricate designs. His relentless torment of the princess is no random cruelty, but a calculated act fueled by a deep-seated tragedy, a wound so profound that even the annihilation of her kingdom has not brought him peace. The Oracle of Eldoria has spoken, General Valorik and Princess Thalassa must now confront a formidable challenge that will test the very limits of their individual resolve.

(Currently Being Edited) In a world run by the primal creatures of the dark; tiny, beautiful, human Josephine Bluebell Elliots has remained in hiding her entire life. But nothing can keep a male from his mate, especially not the Regal Alpha of the Highlands. But can such a weak little human survive the rugged and cutthroat world of the Legends? ----- Completed (Revising) Book One of the Night's Mate Series April 16, 2017- December 23, 2018 WORD COUNT: 67,524 All Right's Reserved Mature Content

The elven kingdom of Tírnéth, weakened by civil war, is unable to ward off the threat posed by the mortal men of Carransii. For the first time in recorded history, foreign feet scale the Aghadh Mountains and tread elven land in pursuit of the most coveted thing in the world: The magic of the Misty Bog. Lying to the north of Tírnéth and governed by the Seelie Queen, it is a domain even elves are forbidden from entering. Even so, Princess Eimhir and her younger sisters make the journey to its border at the behest of her father, King Lorcán, in a desperate bid to preserve his legacy as the enemy closes in from the south. He entrusts his daughters to the care of his enigmatic Warden of the North, who holds her lonely vigil in the Grey Tower of the Wall of Devin. But in these days of war, Eimhir refuses to be passive. She will not be a damsel in distress awaiting the cold kiss of her enemy's blade. With her mind honed by the cutthroat politics of the royal court, she wields it like a weapon, but can she maintain her ruthlessness through the burgeoning feelings she holds for her protector? The book cover was painted by me. :) Please be mindful in the comments (see my bio) <3 Content warning: violence, gore, explicit sexual content, mentions and depictions of death, grief, emotional manipulation/abuse, suicidal ideation, and indoctrination.

A girl in disguise. An heir in hunt. A world divided. Iris Lavera is born into the civilization of the least respected ones. The lineage where it's predicted to birth a curse. A low born who will be the downfall of an entire nation if left alive. For year's their fragile community has been combed by the powerful ones, treated like dirt, and tested to their strip of patience. Being called an abomination for the one person who wasn't even born yet. Or so they believed. The glaze Antar, a magnificent realm sanctioned by tons of wealth, thousands of warriors, four supreme's, and a dominant ruler are braced to annihilate the affliction. Except for someone who seemed quite unbothered by it- the Prince himself, despite it's his head that's at stake. That is until he meets her, a girl forging a fictitious life. He could sense the signs. He should put a bounty on her head. Have her chained in the dungeon to see what she was capable of. Burn her up by the pyre at the first doubt of her being a spy. Instead- he would escort her into his world to see if he could break her enough to make up for all the nights she haunted his dreams. And for all the days he craved her.

In a world governed by the radiance of false divinity, two children were born beneath a prophecy of a promised salvation. Instead, they were offered as sacrifices. Before the Rite of Luwalhati could be completed, a nameless devotee of the Ilawari defied the will of Mayariël and fled with the twins into the realm of mortals, carrying with him nothing but a fragmented dream and the terrors of a truth no one else dared to see. The world called it heresy. The heavens called it betrayal. The children would one day call it the reason they lived. Raised far from the hands of the Golden Basilica of Tala, the twin brothers grow within a world that fears the unknown and worships the gaze of unseen gods. One, born unable to express emotion, yet wields blades forged from living light. The other, blind from birth, bends the very laws of existence through ancient arcane forces that should never have answered his call. But the more they grow, the more the world begins to unravel around them. Dreams bleed into reality. The stars began watching. And somewhere beyond the veil of countless worlds, an unknown existence unknowingly gazes upon theirs. Marked by eyes not meant for mortals, the twins slowly uncover the horrifying truth behind their birth: They were never meant to save the world. They were created to end it. As faith collapses into fanaticism and the heavens tighten their grasp upon the continent, the brothers must decide whether destiny is something carved into the soul.., or something that can be severed by their own hands. Even if denying fate means destroying the very world they learned to love.

A light wielding heroine, dangerous city streets akin to Victorian London, and a mouthy sidekick in the form of a shape-shifting mechanimal, Throne of Glass-meets-Nevernight in this New Adult fantasy with a Steampunk backbone. Storm of Shadows follows a morally questionable assassin's apprentice. Despite her brutal training at the hands of the Spectrum, Tabitha Grey isn't like other Spects. There's a chink in her armor. She harbors a deep desire for revenge and a deeper desire to learn the name of the father who abandoned her. In exchange for betraying the Spectrum, she's offered the promise of a name she's always sought. But a regime of assassins and its High Mask is not so easily defeated. The streets of Chroma are at the forefront of a political struggle during an industrial revolution. The fight to stifle prism technology in favor of clockwork and steam threatens the developmental advances Candela craves. It takes a monster to kill a monster. Tabitha must determine how far she's willing to go to get what she wants, even if it means becoming exactly like the monsters she's trying to eliminate.

The war storms at the Frontier... The gods are broken. The empire is burning. And the end has already begun. A warrior with no past unleashes power no mortal should wield. A young ruler clings to a dying crown as his people lose faith. A chaos mage, feared and revered, walks with death in her shadow. Amongst their ranks-two Rifter siblings, wilders of ruin, benders of space and time. Feared. Watched. Leashed by the most powerful. But even under chains, love blooms... and loyalty begins to shift. When the empress falls into a cursed slumber-her unborn child the last ember of prophecy- the empire sends its strongest into the Abyss of Lost Quintessence: A place where even time forgets itself, where silence hungers, and where One of the Roots of the Umbrovyn Tree stands-ancient, cracked, and bleeding memory. Monstrosities roam, daring to strike in daylight. The veils whisper betrayal. Alliances splinter. Some stand frozen, unsure of their next move- fearing one wrong step may provoke the wrath of a dominion vast as a world and cruel as the gods who forged it. Old gods stir, craving redemption through ruin. The Royal House fractures beneath betrayal. A founding father, long patient, now bares their intent- to seize the throne by force, by cunning, by wagering all that is. Their House's malice toward the flawed Royal line can no longer be cloaked. Love will test loyalty. Legends will bleed. And in the dying light of Ether-Space- The Aurora must not fall... Or all realities will burn. 🔥