A kingdom in ruins. A princess on the run. A sword that chooses its master. When Koda falls to betrayal, Princess Avice is forced to flee into the forest with nothing but grief and unanswered questions. Her parents are murdered. Her sister vanishes without a trace. Overnight, she becomes a fugitive with a broken crown and a shattered heart. In the depths of the woods, she encounters a man as mysterious as the sword bound to him-one whispered about in old stories, yet never truly seen. Cold, guarded, and dangerous in ways she cannot understand, he becomes her only path forward. As fate pushes her through loss, battle, and impossible choices, Avice must decide what she is willing to sacrifice to reclaim her kingdom. But revenge is not the only thing calling to her. Some destinies are forged in blood. Others are sealed by the blade.

Months after the death of her Mimi and the full onset of Aurelia's regressive mind sickness, Kesi stands as Matriarch and ruler of the Beachwick. Though overworked and deprived of sleep, she leads with a clear will. Her people have accepted her. The Sisterhood moves with all the precision of one of her machines. And in the few quiet moments she can claim, she shares her life with the man she loves. But the work is not finished. Two of the four tasks laid upon her bloodline remain unfulfilled. Xara is still out there, bearing the power of the mask, and while Kesi has come to understand her own magic, it has begun to shift in unsettling ways. Each night brings less rest and more warning, her dreams poisoned by visions of a future she cannot yet prevent. The Sisterhood has survived by honoring its past. Now, under Kesi's rule, it must face what is still to come.

After the death of his father, Anthony James was struggling. Things with him and his wife were terrible both of them agreeing on a divorce, his triplets seemed to be always getting into some sort of trouble and his brothers and mother were struggling with the death themselves. He shoves everything aside - his emotions, feelings- to get everything back on track and running smoothly. It was hard - of course it was but he out through Book 1 Cover credits go to AndiVelaSingh

In the realm of Aegia, everyone has one chance to rise. With it comes the risk of being bound forever. Upon nearing adulthood, citizens of Aegia can choose to enroll in one of the Academies, where they are taught the ancient texts, the history of the realm, and the sacred runes handed down by the gods themselves. At the end of their time at the Academy, they face a series of tests to be sorted into two castes: 𝗔𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀, the elite rulers, advance to the top positions in their field, deciding what is built, what is destroyed, where taxes go...and who lives and dies. And 𝘀𝘆𝗹𝗿𝗮, the servants bound by magic to their Aelaris. Seen as little more than an appendage and status symbol, they spend their days following their Aelaris and living for their demands, completely devoted and content in their role. The bond is considered sacred. It prevents the Aelaris from ever harming their sylra while ensuring the sylra is happy to serve. The Rite of Ascension determines who belongs where, a process that measures worth and potential, through the power of the gods. Rian Argon-son has always believed he was destined to join the ranks of the Aelaris, working tirelessly to prove himself worthy. Meanwhile his nemesis Ileana, born into wealth and privilege, has always seen herself as a true heir to power. Their rivalry has simmered in all their time at the Academy, and now the final testing is upon them. They may be both top of their class, but ultimately the Rite of Ascension will decide everything. Both have prepared. Neither are ready. Cover by @Merlyn_Fereira

*CURRENTLY ON HIATUS* When Akiyama Kaito returns to rural Japan after his grandfather's death, all he wants is peace, quiet, and maybe a life crisis nap or two. Inheriting an old countryside house sounds simple enough... until he accidentally unseals a thousand-year-old yokai in the backyard shed. And not just any yokai- Haru-no-Mikoto: breathtaking, dramatic, absolutely naked, and extremely convinced that Kaito is now his destined beloved. Suddenly Kaito's new life includes: - An ancient forest spirit trying to learn what a "meme" is - Blossoms raining from the ceiling every time Haru gets emotional - A suspiciously clingy protector who has zero concept of personal space - And an artist's block Kaito can't shake-until Haru offers to be his muse... in ways Kaito is NOT prepared to handle The world has changed in a thousand years. Love hasn't. And Haru is determined to prove that some souls are meant to find each other- even if they're a millennium late. A fantasy rom-com full of magic, chaos, slow-burn yearning, and one very clingy yokai boyfriend. 🌸 Fantasy Romance 🌸 Modern x Mythical 🌸 Human × Yokai 🌸 Slow Burn but Also Not Really 😭 🌸 Accidental Soulmates 🌸 Fish-Out-of-Water Comedy 🌸 Touch-Starved Ancient Boyfriend 🌸 Clingy Golden Retriever Love Interest 🌸 Magical Domesticity 🌸 Found Family

Istanbul, 1820 The scent of jasmine and spices lingered in the warm night air as the Bosphorus reflected the silver glow of the moon. Beyond the palaces and grand mansions, beneath the domes and minarets, the city hummed with life-merchants haggling in the markets, the calls to prayer echoing in the distance, the laughter of noblemen and diplomats filling opulent halls. In one such mansion, illuminated by the golden glow of hundreds of candles, music and conversation swirled through the air. Tonight was a night of politics and diplomacy, of whispered alliances and careful smiles. And yet, among all the powerful men gathered, among all the veiled women moving like delicate shadows through the halls- Two lives were about to collide. Two people who, by every rule of their worlds, should have never met. And yet, destiny had already begun weaving their fates together. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. While I have made every effort to maintain historical accuracy, certain aspects of the time, cultural practices, and events have been adapted, altered, or dramatized for the sake of storytelling. This novel does not claim to be a precise historical record but rather a work that blends historical elements with fiction to create an engaging narrative. This book is a work of © İlgin Marel, 2025 . All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced without permission.