To the world he is the Godslayer, the beast who devoured gods and razed kingdoms. To himself he is only Bane, a dragon betrayed and entombed by the man he trusted most: his own rider. Now, centuries later, Bane is dragged back into a mortal shell and bound to a king's command to fight another war. But the rider who once caged him offers a bargain: survive four trials, and be restored to his true form. Freedom, redemption, even love, all whispered on the serpent's tongue. To follow him is to embrace the hate they share, and the ruin it promises. Yet hate runs close to love, and love close to madness. Every trial drags old sins into the light and knots their bond tighter with blood and memory. Together they could unmake empires, or unmake each other first.

Amy's dream is to make it as a journalist, but her real life is very different. She struggles to pay her bills, her boss hates her, and the various odd jobs she takes on the side are only adding to the chaos. Then one day a punk rock fairy appears and offers her all the professional success she could ever want in exchange for a bad sex life. Tired of the same old steamy romance tropes? You've come to the right place. You'll find a common sex curse, intriguing journalism, and sassy fairies interfering in our world. And yes, someone will fall in love with a fairy. The Setting: Amy lives in Springville, a Canadian border town known by its American neighbors for its hot summers and unusually mild climate. Some call the area "Canafornia". New chapter every week - your comments not only mean the world, but help to shape it. Winner of the "Best Ongoin" category in the Birthday Bash Mini Awards by Ravendipity. Check out the amazing review: https://www.wattpad.com/1562171872-birthday-bash-mini-awards-judging-best-ongoing Bookcover: Alphonse Mucha, "The Arts: Dance" from 1898.

❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.❞ 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘺. 𝘡𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯'𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳.𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘺. Solène Marceau thought love would save her. Instead, it swallowed her whole. Ansel Laurent doesn't love―he consumes. His touch... a burn. His words... a leash. His presence... a suffocation. His love... a slow and painful death. She should have run the first time his grip tightened, the first time his whispered words curled around her throat like a promise of things to come. But she didn't. And now, he won't let her go. Zavien Amato was supposed to be her escape... his unrequited love fueling his desire to protect her, the one person who saw the girl beneath the wreckage, the one who would tear the world apart to pull her from the fire. But Ansel isn't just the fire―he is the burning. And if Solène dares to run, if she dares to reach for a life without him, he will drag her back into the dark with bloody hands and a smile. She is his. And... If he can't have her... no one can.

"I never planned to set foot in England again, not unless it was to kill my father. But for her, I'd walk straight back into the kingdom I swore to burn." It's his father's territory- an empire built on fear, blood, and betrayal- and Xavier's only reason for staying is to burn it to the ground. Antonio Ruiz has ruled unchecked for decades, but this time, the war is personal. Protecting her meant stepping back into the shadows he'd crawled out of. But Victoria's here now. Colder, sharper, and determined to find out the truth, even as the shadow of her loved one's death hangs between them. With whispers linking Xavier to the killing, trust is a fragile thing, and every move against Antonio risks shattering it completely. As old enemies resurface, the line between protection and possession blur. In a city where loyalty is currency and lies cut deeper than any blade, one wrong step could cost them everything, dragging them into a final reckoning that will demand blood. And in the end, only one Ruiz will be left standing.