The Kingdom of Ruins Book One of the Ruined Realms Saga For over a century, Ria has lived in the Mortal Realm-hidden from the crown that once was hers, and from the male who stole it. When a deadly encounter forces her into the hands of a silent, ink-marked warrior with a power darker than legend, everything begins to shift. Now making her way across the fractured lands of Elyndor-the land of the Fae-Ria must navigate ancient kingdoms, twisted alliances, and a world that she no longer remembers-but one that may still need her. As secrets surface and enemies draw closer, she's pulled toward a fate written in blood and flame... and toward a bond she never expected. Her heart is pulled in two directions and yet there is only one path. In a realm where trust is dangerous and power is never given freely, Ria must decide what she's willing to become to reclaim what was taken. And who she's willing to make a deal with, even if it means trusting the most feared King Elyndor has ever known. *********************** "She is the key to a forgotten throne. He is the weapon no one dares name." "In a realm of fire and lies, only the shadows remember the truth." "He isn't fire. He's something worse. And he just chose her." "She's the heir to a kingdom. He's the end of one." "Power like his was meant to be buried. But fate has other plans."

She's mute. He's dangerous. An arranged marriage was never part of the plan-until it became their only option. She agreed to marry him for her adoptive parents' sake. He agreed to keep his demons in check. He works for the mafia. She's terrified of men. They're strangers with scars, bound by a deal neither of them wanted. But the closer they get, the harder it becomes to stay untouched. Because in a world of blood, fear, and secrets... Even silence can burn.

In a world where immortals have grown complacent and demons rise with newfound strength, the prophecy of the Phoenix's return whispers across the land. The Demon King, Azgaroth, sealed away a thousand years ago by the sacrifice of the Phoenix, is awakening. The powerful magic that bound him is weakening, and only the reborn Phoenix can reinforce the seal and prevent his return. Ardara, a blind warrior raised by General Varek in the Kingdom of Tirathos, has always felt an inexplicable pull within her. Skilled in the art of combat and Chi'ra, a mystical energy, Ardara's journey begins when she learns the truth: she is the Phoenix reborn. As her powers awaken, so too does the threat of Azgaroth's release. Drawn to the Academy of the Ascendants, a sacred place for those with great potential, Ardara begins her training under Aresius, the God of War, who has descended to help humanity. Despite their divine differences, a bond grows between them-a love that transcends gods and mortals. But not all is as it seems. Seraphina, a rival at the academy, believes herself to be the true Phoenix, manipulated by the dark forces of Azgaroth. The immortals, once the protectors of the world, remain on the sidelines, leaving the human realm to battle the demons alone. As Ardara's destiny unfolds, she must confront the darkness within, face the trials of becoming the true Phoenix, and learn that the greatest power comes not from magic alone, but from the heart. The fate of Erethis rests in her hands-but will she be strong enough to face the ultimate sacrifice? Love, war, and destiny collide in this gripping fantasy, where ancient prophecies, betrayal, and the power of the Phoenix shape the future of the realm.

Ņ̵̻̇e̵̝̲̒͗v̴̦́̐e̸̥͍͐r̸̳̩̈ ̸̤̍̕b̵̹̹̈́a̷̬͒ṛ̷̨͑͆ǧ̸͚a̶̖̠̽͌ȋ̸͍n̶͎͋ ̷̜̳̍͝w̴͚͛̾i̷͚͗͠ẗ̶͕̞́̆h̷͗ͅ ̷̱̒t̷̜͇̀͆h̵̘̾̄e̵̞̩͑ ̵͇͓͂ḑ̷͙͐͑e̶͈͕̍͂a̶̩͍͂̕d̸̞̲̓ They say two is the natural order of the world. Two eyes. Two hands. Two halves of a soul that make a whole. Morgan has always felt the abscence of something she could never name. After her father's death, Morgan becomes the only thing holding her life together-her grief, her anger, and her younger sister, Mia. When her sister insists on using an Ouija Board to contact their father, Morgan agrees. What's the harm in saying goodbye and telling him exactly how she feels? But something does answer. Not their father. Something older. Ozias Dravenkov. The first demon. And he's been waiting centuries for her. As the barrier between the living and the dead begins to crack, Morgan is pulled into a war over who controls souls, power, and the fate of the afterlife itself. While some fight to preserve the existing order, Ozias seeks to tear it down, no matter how many lives it costs. Caught between two lovers, two truths, and two futures, Morgan must decide who she trusts and what she is willing to sacrifice to keep the ones she loves safe. Yet there's one rule older than heaven and hell: NEVER BARGAIN WITH THE DEAD. They always collect. TRIGGER WARNING: -graphic scenes -mental health issues -misandry -grief -loss -alcohol consumption -miscarriage -trauma -kidnapping © All Rights Reserved. © 2023. All rights reserved.

Eighteen-year-old Isolde has never known safety. Orphaned, broke, and trapped under her aunt's care, she spends her days serving lattes at a posh café-until a mysterious perfume arrives at her doorstep. Its sender? Unknown to her but let me tell you it's Dante Valencourt, a billionaire with mafia ties, a serpent's charm, and a sadistic obsession with owning what he desires. When Dante's "gifts" turn sinister-surveillance, threats, and a trail of bodies Isolde flees. But running from a man who controls cities is a death wish. Dante drags her into his glittering underworld, where pain and pleasure blur, and obsession wears the mask of love. Will Isolde survive his twisted devotion... or surrender to the darkness he promises? 🔥 For fans of Pepper Winters and J.T. Geissinger may love this and it's dark romance at its most addictive. No princes here... just a villain who'll ruin you. This anti-hero is very sadistic, possessive, obsessive and controlling freak....so please don't expect anything vanilla and lovey lovey content here. Tropes: ✔️ Morally Black Mafia Antihero ✔️ Kidnapped/Forced Proximity ✔️ "Touch Her and Die" Vibes ✔️ Twisted Possession vs. Fragile Innocence ✔️ All the dark, spicy, morally black tension Warning: This book is not a fairytale. Proceed if you dare. This book contains abusive content very dark and gore, and I don't support them.

"She was the thorn fate shoved into his ruthless path... and now, the beast bows only to her." King Indrajeet Singh Rajput-the most feared name in all of Rajputana. At just 26, he's conquered more than half the desert kingdoms, his sword soaked in the blood of kings who dared look him in the eye. He has no heart, no mercy, and certainly no time for love. Until one hunt changes everything. A wounded Indrajeet stumbles into the quiet forest hut of Aarya Sahariya, a tribal healer with a sharp tongue and a soul made of sunshine. She's not royalty. She's not afraid. And she couldn't care less who he is. "Zakhm toh aapko sirf talwar se nahi, tevar se bhi milega, Maharaj." ("Your wounds come not just from swords, but from your ego too, Your Majesty.") For the first time, the Beast bleeds... and feels. When Aarya refuses his proposal, Indrajeet does what he does best-he takes. A royal wedding. A stolen bride. A war of fire and silk begins. But Aarya isn't just a girl from the forest. She has dreams-to become a doctor, to heal, to rise. In a palace where love is a weapon, and her own mother-in-law wants her erased, Aarya must fight for her identity, her education, and her heart. As desire turns into obsession, and enemies turn into soulmates, Indrajeet finds himself whispering, "Jo meri rani ko haath lagayega, uski dharti mein aag laga dunga." ("Whoever lays a hand on my queen, I'll burn their land to ashes.") Vote.Comment.Follow.♥️

Laxmi finds herself married to a man she was never supposed to marry. A man who looks at her like she stole something from him. But somewhere between hatred and destiny... she might just find her home. After all, every raahi eventually finds a place to stop. Tropes : • Erotic Dark Romance • Desi village romance • Touch Her and Die • Emotional intemacy / Healing • Forced Proximity • Suspense

Have you ever read your own history? The culture we come from. The bloodline we were descended from? Even before caste and religion were part of an ancient India there were only two kinds of people. Shaivas and Vaishnavas. But even before them were Suras and Asuras. But have you ever wondered from which of them we came from? The gods? Or the demons? One such story is our 'DESTINED TO FATE' where in all this stuck a girl who didn't believe in any of this but believed only in facts. But what if her blood and ancestry are beyond the facts? Come join the story of 'SHIVALI' as she discovers her roots, god, enemies and mostly love amidst all these.

◇◇◇Daily Update◇◇◇◇ •°•A Story Of Healing Love•°• ●There is no Cheating scene involve not even emotionally.💕 Once upon a time, he was a name that commanded power- a brilliant businessman and the crowned prince of Jaisalmer, ruling empires with calculated precision. Then came the accident. His empire remained untouched, his throne secure, but his mind didn't survive the fall. The man who once ruled with clarity now battles hallucinations, fractured memories, and a past he cannot escape- especially the memory of the woman he loved... the woman who left.. Now he became a baby by mind. She is not that woman. She has no place in his past and no claim on his heart. Cold, composed, and fiercely independent, she is a CEO who believes in control, not emotions. Love, for her, is a myth-an unnecessary weakness she refuses to entertain. Fate, however, is cruel and persistent. Circumstances force two strangers together- a broken prince clinging to a lost love, and a woman who refuses to feel anything at all. He lives as a child. She lives in reality. They are bound not by love, but by destiny, power, and a truth neither of them asked for. Because sometimes, the most dangerous stories begin when two hearts that don't belong to each other are forced to collide. #7 in India -24/Feb/2026 #14 in darkromance-24/Feb/2026

Pain comes in many forms. Heartbreak, headaches, broken bones, and that quiet, soul-splitting kind that doesn't leave bruises. But the kind of pain I've witnessed goes beyond all that. Have you ever heard a man scream, really scream, as he's being beaten and his fingers broken one by one? I have. And as twisted as it might sound, in that moment, it felt... satisfying. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a psychopath. These people, they deserve it. In a world full of monsters, someone has to be worse. Someone has to be the shadow in the corner, the final judgment behind a red-drenched smile. That someone is me. Reanne Anderson. Twenty-four. Assassin for the Anderson family. Secret hacker behind their impenetrable systems but to most, I'm the Red Lady. I respect boundaries until someone crosses mine. Then I become a storm in heels, or combat boots, or whatever the hell I'm wearing that day. And then there's him. Lorenzo Russo. Twenty-eight. Newly crowned Don of the Russo family after his father was butchered by the Russian mafia. Lost his mother in the same bloodbath. He's cold, calculated and ruthless. He looks at people like he's already decided whether they're useful or dead. He's got the eyes of a man who's seen too much, felt too little, and trusts no one. Our paths were never supposed to cross. But war doesn't care about plans. He needed someone who could crack into encrypted systems. He needed a ghost. He got me. But sometimes, even in the darkest corners of the world, two dark souls might just bleed for each other.