Evara has always believed in patterns. In logic. In observation. In the quiet certainty that everything-every emotion, every decision-can be understood if you look closely enough. But some things refuse to be explained. Like the way her dreams feel more like memories. Like the way the forest seems to breathe when she walks past it. Like the man who looks at her as if he already knows something she doesn't. Theron was never meant to hesitate. As an alpha, instinct is not something he questions-it is something he follows. Until it leads him to her. A human. Impossible. Wrong. Dangerous. And yet, walking away from her is the one thing he cannot seem to do. As something ancient begins to stir, and a past long buried starts to unravel, Evara is forced to confront a truth she cannot reason away. She was never meant to be ordinary. And loving her may cost him everything.

Terror was born with thorns for wings and shadows in her eyes. In a world of light pixies who glow and heal, she was born dark. They called her an omen. Her own family called her a mistake. Treated as an outcast since birth, Terror ran. Not because she was evil. But because she was tired of being feared for something she didn't choose. On a rebellious journey of self-discovery, she uncovers a truth that could break both worlds: The ancient seal between mystics and mortals can only be destroyed by her. A grim pixie. She seemed bad on the outside. But the fate of both realms rests on what's inside her.

Terror was born with thorns for wings and shadows in her eyes. In a world of light pixies who glow and heal, she was born dark. They called her an omen. Her own family called her a mistake. Treated as an outcast since birth, Terror ran. Not because she was evil. But because she was tired of being feared for something she didn't choose. On a rebellious journey of self-discovery, she uncovers a truth that could break both worlds: The ancient seal between mystics and mortals can only be destroyed by her. A grim pixie. She seemed bad on the outside. But the fate of both realms rests on what's inside her.

Ivaan thought it was just a nightmare. A broken world. Glitching monsters. A crimson system interface calling him by a name that wasn't his: Eryx. Then he woke up bleeding from wounds he received inside the dream. Now the hallucinations are spreading into reality. Strange notifications appear in classrooms. Time itself glitches around him. And every night, he's dragged back into a deadly world where survival grants impossible powers. Hunt monsters. Absorb traits. Evolve. But the deeper Ivaan goes, the more the System begins merging him with someone-or something-called Eryx. A name feared by creatures that should not even exist. Caught between two realities, Ivaan must grow stronger before the worlds fully synchronize... or lose himself to the identity waiting inside him. I Am Not Eryx is a dark progression fantasy / LitRPG featuring brutal survival combat, evolving abilities, psychological mystery, glitch-horror elements, and a protagonist fighting to prove he is still human.

They were never meant to find each other. Javier Garcia is a guardian; one of the wolves sworn to protect those who cross the desert under the cover of darkness. He knows the rules. Protect the vulnerable. Stay hidden. Never get involved. Then he catches her scent. Maeve Callahan isn't a migrant. She isn't supposed to be here. And there's something burning beneath her skin-something ancient, something dangerous... something Javier doesn't understand but can't stay away from. When a forgotten force known only as the Devourer begins to stir, the fragile balance between worlds starts to unravel. Corruption spreads. The Ashborn rise. And Maeve may be the key to stopping it all... if her power doesn't destroy her first. But wolves don't choose their fate. They recognize it. And Javier is about to realize that protecting Maeve might mean losing everything, including himself. --- A dark paranormal romance about fate, fire, and the things that hunt us in the shadows.

Spellbound verb past tense; past participle: hold the complete attention of (someone) as though by magic; fascinate. *** Soleil has had a crush on Brice for the longest time. She wishes he would notice her. When an opportunity presents itself for her wish to come true, she takes it. But things don't go as expected. She wanted his attention and now that she has it, can she handle how jealous, possessive, and obsessed he gets with her? ☆WARNING: Be careful what you wish for because you might just get it. This is not a fairytale! ♧This is a Dual POV / BWWM tale of dark love