"If they dare take you from me, I will burn every crown, every kingdom, until nothing remains but what is mine." . . . . . . Seraphine Valemont has lived her life in gilded cages - trained to obey, to marry, to be the perfect heir. Her destiny is a royal marriage to Prince Alaric of Aerden, a union meant to secure peace, not love. Every choice is made for her, every word measured, every desire forbidden. Then comes Sir Cassian Dareth, her personal knight - a man of shadows and steel, whose loyalty is absolute, and whose presence awakens a dangerous fire within her. Forbidden, intoxicating, and relentless, their connection grows in stolen moments behind palace walls, where a single glance could spell ruin. The prince is polished, commanding, and ready to claim what he believes is rightfully his. But no crown, no command, no army can stand against the storm Cassian has vowed to unleash for her. Bound by duty, torn by desire, and facing a world that will never forgive them, Seraphine must decide whether to follow the path laid out for her... or risk everything for a love that could destroy them both.

In a freak accident, Kira, a NASA scientist, is teleported to a planet that has no women. When she's saved by an alien that thinks she's a boy, she fights to keep herself alive and her gender a secret. *** Vrox's quiet life is disrupted when he stumbles upon a troublesome boy in the jungle.

Mortals fear death. Immortals fear forever... When an army of mercenaries sweeps through a young girl's village and murders her parents, her life is set on a new course. After that she didn't have space to believe in anything other than becoming a weapon and cheating death with her closest companions. But an immortal, a goddess, a Valkyrie... changes everything. The stoic guardian watches over Tayah Ashrive now. But cracks start appearing past the cool, immortal demeanour and Tayah realises she may be the only soul to ever get close enough to see her truly. Their meeting will shape the destiny of both their futures-if they survive each other and dangerous growing feelings between them.

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

VALERIA - Norway was supposed to be my cure: for dreams of blood and snow, for vengeful oaths hurled at the gods... and for the most unhinged erotic fantasies. All starring a towering, green-eyed Viking. Then I met him. In an Oslo club, in modern clothes. We had the best sex of my life. It ended with him screaming another woman's name. I tried to forget him. Until I saw the portrait. Me, in Viking clothes. Him, by my side. Centuries ago. Now, at his engagement party, his burning gaze promises ruin. But the worst part? Someone wants me dead. To survive, I must unravel a past-life tragedy and rely on the one man who sets my body on fire... but my soul can never trust. EIRIK - I thought my dreams were a curse. I built a fortress of control, with a fiancée as my shield. Then she walked into my club. The living core of every nightmare and fantasy I've ever had. I fucked her senseless, trying to drown out the burning memory of a woman with her face dying in my arms. I failed. One taste, and I was obsessed. She became the blazing sun in my midnight sky. Now she's in my home, and our past isn't just in my head-it's on my walls. But the past just made its first modern kill. And she's next. Our only map is a past-life tragedy. Our only compass, a toxic obsession. To save her, I must break the cycle that killed her once. But I was forged in an oath of blood and snow. It is far too late to change the metal of my soul. [Disclaimer] This is fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are imaginary. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental. Cover & images are AI-assisted. DARK EROTIC ROMANCE • PARANORMAL • PAST LIVES • VIKINGS 🔞 Mature explicit scenes & dark themes