Born from a queen's death and a king's cowardice, Princess Vaemma Targaryen grows beneath the red stones of the Keep like a pale and poisonous flower, all moonlit beauty, silver hair, and venom sharpened by years of consequence denied. She is not fragile, not petulant, not some trembling little princess breaking cups for sport; she is worse, a woman who has learned that rank can make cruelty charming, that beauty can turn malice into music, that no one dares strike the king's unwanted daughter no matter whose blood she draws. To Viserys, she is the living wound he cannot bear to look upon; to Rhaenyra, the sister born from their mother's butchered body; to Alicent, the first child who ever truly needed her, and therefore the one she loves, spoils, and finally sacrifices. When Vaemma is promised to Lord Ormund Hightower, proud lord of Oldtown and sworn enemy of dragon arrogance, she expects another man to bend beneath the weight of her name, her face, her dragon, her royal rot, but Ormund is no courtier trembling in perfume and candlelight. He is stone, steel, tower-shadow, and judgment. He looks upon the Pearl Dragon and sees not a goddess, but a beautiful, vicious thing that has never once been made to answer for itself. Their betrothal is no love song, but a knife drawn slowly across silk: Hightower piety against Targaryen excess, discipline against indulgence, consequence against a woman who has mistaken impunity for power. And as the realm blackens around them, Vaemma must learn the one lesson no one in her father's court ever dared teach her... dragons may burn men alive, but even dragons can be brought to heel.

In La Push, the forest remembers everything. Lark Liora Seabrook was raised knowing the old rules-the ones written in cedar smoke and saltwater, the ones the ancestors still watch from the dark. As the tribe's apprentice healer, she knows how to bless new wolves, how to steady shaking hands, how to listen when the land speaks back. She did not know she would be claimed. On the night Jacob Black shifts for the first time, fate reaches for her-and gets it wrong. The imprint binds him to her... but his heart belongs to someone else. What should have been a sacred joining becomes a quiet wound, one the whole pack pretends not to see. While Jacob chases a ghost named Bella Swan, Lark is left standing in the rain-marked, unwanted, still expected to endure. Enter Paul Lahote: volatile, dangerous, devastatingly beautiful. A wolf with too much anger, a reputation for wreckage, and no belief in forever. He was never meant to be gentle. Never meant to stay. And yet. What grows between Paul and Lark is not sanctioned. Not safe. Not foretold. It is heat and tenderness and choice-the kind of love that dares the old gods to answer back. As the pack turns uneasy and ancient laws begin to creak, Lark must decide what she believes in more: destiny, or devotion. Because loving Paul means risking everything-especially the fear that fate might steal him away the moment she finally feels whole. But the ancestors are watching. And they remember when love is brave. Some bonds are given. Others are earned. Publish date 12/28/25 #1-PaulLahote 12/30/25 #1- BellaBashing 12/30/25 #1- SamUley 12/31/25

❝ Get on your knees, Red. ❞ Forks, Washington is the kind of place where nothing is supposed to happen. Which is probably why Brooklyn sticks out so much. Bella Swan's cousin-sharp-tongued, sarcastic, always a little too honest for her own good. The kind of person people in Forks are used to seeing but never really figuring out. She's known, she's noticed, she's just... never fully understood. Especially not by the Cullens. Until Bella comes back to town and everything starts to tilt. Because Brooklyn has opinions. Loud ones. Especially about Edward Cullen, who she decides she doesn't like from the very first second-and somehow makes that everyone's problem. Then there's Jasper Hale. He notices her the second she walks into the room. Something about the way she moves, the way she laughs, the way she looks like trouble waiting to happen, it pulls at him. She notices him too. And in three hours, it's not just a look, not just a conversation. She sleeps with him. Because when Brooklyn wants something, she doesn't ask for permission. And Jasper, who's spent decades learning to control everything, suddenly can't control a single thing.

Alina Clairmont-one of the Cullen family's closest allies and dearest friend senses a shift of imbalance. Victoria's secret army was growing, putting Edward Cullen's human girlfriend in grave danger. Her name was one for the books, and she didn't plan on giving it up so soon. Especially not when Bella Swan's smoking-hot werewolf bestie comes along. All characters in this story belong to Stephenie Meyers except for Alina and her family and friends, and I've only used film references. All spells used in this book can be found in Harry Potter and belong to J.K. Rowling.