I was too young to remember when the world finally fell. I grew up out here, living off the wilderness and content to survive the rest of my life in solace. Don't get me wrong, it was dangerous. It is dangerous for a woman to be alone out here. I never needed anyone. Until my little woodland paradise was torn down, and I was chased out of it, right into the arms of the three women I'd worked my hardest to avoid crossing paths with. The Savage Sisters. Aka: Sable Savage. Arielle Davenport. And Lucille Winter. Not related by blood, but bound by it all the same. Beautiful, terrible, and ferocious, they traversed the ruined cities like wriaths, cutting down all who oppose them. I knew I was a gonner the second I slammed into Sable's back, and ended up on my own half a second later. Yeah, buckle up, because this is fixing to be a wild ride. !! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATERIAL PROBABLY NOT SUITABLE FOR INDIVIDUALS UNDER THE AGE OF 16 !!

*LIMITED TIME ONLY* My steel-toed boots thumped against the side of the small cabin, dislodging thick chunks of snow and ice that had dug their way into the spiked soles. I pulled the hood of my cloak farther over my face, as if it would do anything to cover the shine of my hair, a tell-tale sign of who and what I was. Not that it mattered. I grasped the wrought iron handle just as a low slumbering growl echoed through my thoughts, and my lips turned up in response. The air was stuffy and stagnant in this run down tiny little inn, but the food smelled good, and they had ale. No one moved or so much as breathed as I stepped in, my boots echoing in my wake. My ears twitched, catching their low murmurs and my eyes snagged their fearful gazes. Did they know why I was here? Did they know I wasn't their savior? My lips curled, revealing sharp canines as I bared my teeth at the nosey onlookers, the fire slumbering inside me started to burn as one by one they found interest in their glasses. "What can I get you?" The barkeep murmured, a tremor to his tone. His hands shook as he cleaned an empty glass and tried very hard to avoid eye contact with me. Again that growl came, and when I finally met his eyes, I knew he saw my dragon looking back at him. He cleared his throat, sweat dripping down his forehead. "Stew is fine, and ale. I'll be needing a bed and bath too." I tossed the money on the counter, sliding into a seat and tugging my hood down, and around me, a collective inhale filled the room as I confirmed their suspicions. I am the lost princess of the kingdom of Tanelor, and I am here to claim all that was stolen from me. I am here to take back my kingdom. And on my dragon's back, we will conquer the world. BOOK ONE

"So." She mused, sliding one black nail across her lip in a sensual caress as she stared at me with eyes the color of molten gold. "You are the one they call Huntress." Disregarding the pain in my side from the most recent beating, I straightened my shoulders and stood tall, my chin jutting out in defiance. "Yes." "Mm." Those intriguing eyes watched me from her languid position on the throne. "But, you are not just a huntress, are you?" I allowed the predatory instincts I usually worked so hard to keep hidden, to surface, feeling the burning of my eyes and shifting of bones under my skin. A slow grin slid across my face as my beast stared back at her through my human skin. The Queen didn't react to my sudden change of character, instead choosing to lean forward in interest. "How fascinating." • Once, the world was ruled by humans and technology. They were governed by a president that made choices for all. Vampires, werewolves alike hid their existence from the humans for centuries, blending in as a whole. Now, they hid no more. States are now territories governed by kings and queens, humans are regarded and used for no more than their blood and body before they are discarded and forgotten. Werewolves and vampires were at war, and it was said that the wolves had all been but snuffed out, save for one. When Adira is captured while hunting outside her homeland, she is unexpectedly sold to the Queen in the North. Wolf blood is sacred, it is said to hold inexplainable powers, and as the only wolf-borne known to humans and vampires alike, Adira fears for her life. Thrown into a world governed by everything she's been trained to hate, Adira fights for her rightful place in the world, a seat at the Queen's side. But proving her worth won't be easy, the price for failure is her life.

Hell, fears three queens. The rest fear Kaelith Veyr. Born a half demon and treated like dirt her entire life, Kaelith only enters the Infernal Palace for one reason: survival. She needs coin to someday save her younger siblings from the nobles who own them. Instead, she accidentally catches the attention of the most dangerous beings in Hell. Queen Astarielle, daughter of Lucifer and ruler of the Seven Rings. General Seraveth, the cold and terrifying strategist of the Fifth Ring. General Nyxoriel, the violent commander feared across infernal battlefields. Kaelith is supposed to deliver food. Nothing more. But after calming the queens' newborn daughter when nobody else could, she is dragged into the royal nursery and the center of palace life itself. Now surrounded by monstrous nobles, infernal beasts, political schemes, and immortal queens who watch her far too closely, Kaelith must survive a court where weakness gets you eaten alive. Unfortunately for the court, Kaelith is not weak. She carries knives like other people carry jewelry. Infernal hounds obey her without training. Children trust her instantly. And anyone cruel enough to threaten those under her protection tends to disappear. As ancient powers awaken and human kingdoms continue invading Hell to reclaim their dead, Kaelith slowly discovers the truth about herself: She is not merely half demon. And the queens may not be the only monsters hiding claws behind beautiful smiles. A dark fantasy romance filled with infernal politics, possessive queens, deadly family bonds, slow-burn poly yuri romance, found family, terrifying power, and one emotionally unavailable knife-hoarding disaster trying very hard not to accidentally become royalty.

Amari Mavis was in the military for 6 years, she suffered from PTSD and has distanced herself from society. She now currently resides in a nice secluded cabin away from the city. She started therapy a couple months after she arrived home and has continued to do so for the past two, almost three, years. Her therapist gave some suggestions to help her heal which is how she met her reliable canine companions: Flake, Bane, and Pepper. Other than her three beautiful dogs, Amari has only ever spoken to two other people; Sherry Curt and Frankie Carmen. They were her fellow comrades from the military, bonding over the experiences that come from serving your country. One day she wakes up like every other morning...or so she thought. She wasn't expecting the world to end, but it wasn't like she was unprepared. *Any and all pictures and/or videos used in this story do NOT belong to me

In the prestigious Academy of All Seeing Arts, where dragons and riders forge legendary bonds, a young cadet named Davina Nightblade challenges every expectation. As the youngest member of the powerful Nightblade family, she possesses a rare gift - the spark of dragon fire within her veins. When Davina arrives at the Academy, she quickly discovers that her unique abilities set her apart from her peers. Her fire element, one of only twenty-one among the entire student body, makes her both a target and an enigma. As she navigates the treacherous world of dragon politics and ancient traditions, she must confront her own destiny and the secrets of her unusual connection to dragon magic. With the help of Alexander, a mysterious dragon who becomes her unlikely ally, Davina must master her growing powers while facing the Academy's deadly trials. But as she rises through the ranks, she catches the attention of Darius, the Dragon Prince, whose complicated past and cursed fate threaten to upend everything she thought she knew about herself and her place in this world of magic and might. This is a story of self-discovery, forbidden connections, and the true meaning of power, set against the backdrop of an ancient institution where dragons and riders forge bonds that can change the course of history.

Three kingdoms rule the land-Panther, Wolf, and Vampire. Only two believe the third is dead. Arya watched her kingdom burn. She survived when no one else should have-and the world turned her into a ghost story. They call her the Commander of Death, a myth whispered to frighten children and soldiers alike. When fate places her wounded at the feet of two queens sworn to opposing crowns, Arya sees her chance. Revenge is simple. Seduction is a weapon. Love was never supposed to happen. When a new threat approaches will she fight it? But wars do not end cleanly. Crowns do not fall quietly. And monsters do not stay buried. Updates may vary, but I'm shooting for daily updates, either twice or three times a day.✨️ [ MATURITY WARNING] THIS BOOK CONTAINS THE FOLLWING: Mention of Death, graphic scenes/smut, mature language, and scenes that describe murder/harm and self harm. Please do not read if you are not okay with any of these.

kaerythra targaryen, a young girl born of bastard blood. she once loved rhaenyra targaryen and believed that it mattered. but it did not.

In Navarre, the Sorrengail name is already known. Violet Sorrengail was never meant to survive Basgiath. But she isn't the only Sorrengail who enters it. Azaella Sorrengail walks the same halls-but she was never built to survive them. She was built by them. Trained by Lilith Sorrengail herself, Azaella doesn't adapt to Navarre. Navarre adapts to her. And by the time Basgiath realizes what she is... It may already be too late. Updates once a week Started : 05/05/2026 Completed : ?

Vesper Sitara was raised to be a legacy. Daughter of two infamous Tyrrish assassins, she arrives at Basgiath War College with one goal: to make her parents proud and ensure their name is never forgotten. While others fight to survive the Riders Quadrant, Vesper intends to conquer it-blade, bone, and fire. Placed under the command of Xaden Riorson, the ruthless wingleader tasked with keeping the marked ones alive, Vesper quickly becomes a problem he can't control. He demands restraint. She was raised for rebellion. Every clash between them burns sharper than the last-and no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to stay away from him, even when she knows exactly how dangerous that is. As her first year unfolds, Vesper gains power: a dragon as savage as she is, and a place in a quiet rebellion growing beneath Navarre's rule. But chasing her parents' legacy means stepping deeper into blood, secrets, and a war that is far from over. Vesper Sitara didn't come to Basgiath to survive. She came to become a legend-even if it kills her.