Scarlet is known for many things. The adoptive daughter of General Homes. A brutal and yet intelligent Captain of the army. The close friend to the Silverstorm's kingdom's only Princess. And the Lady with the scar on her face. While Scarlet was content with how things were, despites her many achievements, small whispers still lingered till this day and that was of her appearance, the scars on her face and body. At the time, for a young lady to have such scars, people were concerned and alarmed. Some wondered if it was a curse or a punishment for escaping the fire, escaping death. And some merely pitied for they worried if she did pursue the idea of romance, she would be broken-hearted by vicious people who would never look past her face. After all, who could ever learn to love a maiden with scars? One night, on the Princess's coming of age celebration, the King declared and invited men all over the Kingdom's horizon to vie for his daughter's hand in marriage. The winner would become the next Queen's consort and if fortunate enough, he would be crowned King as well. However, these suitors would have to undergo three months of intensive training under the leadership of Captain Scarlet, to groom them to be proper men befitting to the Princess and to the Kingdom's people. And while these young men learn the ropes of the Kingdom, they would also learn more about Captain Scarlet herself and maybe, just maybe, unravelling the lady underneath that scars.

Four empires united by a powerful authority known as the "Magic Council", has reigned over the four corners of the earth for nearly a century. East, West, North, and South. These four empires are formally known as... "The Compass of Casters." The Compass controls the rotation of the earth and keeps peace and balance throughout the world. However, there's one empire that is feared greatly by both humans and casters, an empire that reigns over the eastern lands titled, "The Sacrificial Casters" or "Saki's". When a bloodline of this empire obtains the title of full-fledged Caster; normally called True-Caster, they've exceeded the boundaries of magic and can use it without the use of "Monarian" language. There is a catch however. In order to obtain the title of True-Caster, a person of equal blood must be slain. Thus, aiming to obtain that title in the Saki Empire has been forbidden by the magic council. Those who had tried to obtain it after the law was set in place, were mercilessly executed. Our story begins with the birth of a baby, one that carries the blood of a Saki and became full-fledged at it's birth. Created by: Dimonlee Moore (@x_caster) Cover by: K. Weikel (@renesmeewolfe)

Now a digital pilot for SYFY The Society knows when we're going to die. They imprint it on our arms at birth. I was supposed to die yesterday. I'm the girl who's Expired. Winner of the 2020 Readers Choice Awards Cover by @Forcade

This story can be read standalone. Anamika, the first wife of yuvraj(Crown Prince) Pratap Singh Rathod saw in her dream that all her maids are in a hurry to complete her dressing so that she could attend the puja(Prayer) with her husband. The puja meant for her to get pregnant or shall I say the puja meant for the heir of the kingdom. She was sure that it was a dream because she could see the younger version of herself in the mirror rather than the grandmother of three children. Only to realize that it is not a dream but a reality when she gets pain and saw blood due to the hairpin that the maids were putting in her head. Join Anamika in her journey of Rebirth. Read the full prologue inside the book.

[Chen Ju Fen] The chrysanthemum fragrant blooms at dawn. At the age of 22, she died by the hands of her so-called husband and at the feet of her 'sworn' sister. Dying regretfully for wasting her life on a man who had thrown her away so easily like an used tissue, she opens her eyes to the familiar sight of her bedroom at the age of 16; it was exactly one year before she married him. Now she makes a choice: follow with the original story or take another route. NOT A TRANSLATION: this is my own humble story. All rights reserved. Do not plagiarize. Cover picture belongs to me while other photos used throughout the chapters do not, and I don't claim them. They belong to their rightful owners. Viewer's discretion is advised. Story contains usage of strong language, violence, and heavy sexual contents. Read at your own risk! Highest Rankings reached: #1 Novel #1 Revenge #1 Short story #1 Mature

With a billion dollars bounty on Ning Lou's head, she was the most notorious criminal pursued by federal agents who swindled her way throughout the four continents. Living as an anonymous magnate in a inconspicuous villa, she was at the peak of her life. But who would have thought a trip on the bathroom ended it just like that. The illogical part was, she transmigrated in the body of an unfavoured empress and in an era unknown in history. Caught in a web of heinous schemes inside the Imperial Harem, she must swindle her way for survival, while maintaining her distance from the so called 'Emperor'. However, this man was harder to trick than the old Buddhist monk. "Your Highness, the emperor sealed and barricaded all the secret passages!" "Your Highness, the emperor has replaced the eunuchs and maids!" "Your Highness, all the concubines suddenly fell ill and the emperor said Your Highness will serve him tonight." "Your Highness, the Phoenix Cloud Pavilion caught fire so the emperor proposed to sleep together tonight." "Your Highness, where are you heading to?" "Don't stop me, I'll swindle my way to be the Emperor instead!" Important Notice: All rights reserved. This is an original Story.

Some people are not cut out to be legends. Like Grade E witch Morgan, who tries to pay rent with her low level magic and enjoy her everyday life. She may come from a long line of powerful witches, the descendant off Morgan la Fay, but that doesn't pay the pills, so why should she care? Until the day the devil himself comes knocking on her door. (Or burning it down). With a story about an all too familiar magic that has the power to destroy everything. So much for her security deposit.

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.

She was destined to Die. He was born to Kill. Cassandra has known nothing but suffering and slavery for her whole life. Unjustly condemned to death, she was ready to leave this Hell and expire her last breath in the arena. But destiny had other plans for her, and instead of being killed, she was offered as a tribute to the merciless Kairen, the Dragon Prince, also known as the Empire's God of War. What will happen now that she is trapped in his den, at his mercy...?

An original and unique Paranormal Romance Mystery that will leave you on the edge of your seat and guessing until the end! When nineteen-year-old Vanessa Hunter falls to her death, she realizes her life as she knows it, is over. But when Death strikes a bargain with her in exchange for her immortal soul, she takes the ultimate gamble and becomes a Death Angel: gifted with the powers of Death and responsible for finding and harvesting lost souls on earth. Now Vanessa has to perform Death's dirty deeds, forced to deal with all sorts of unimaginable evils: Vampires, Demons from Hell, and Hedge Fund Managers. Not to mention this girl Rina, with special powers, who is absolutely obsessed with taking down the new Death Angel. On top of all that, Vanessa still has to solve the riddle to her murder; a riddle that points back to her fiance, Daniel Ashcroft. Thrust into this strange new world, Vanessa finds her emotions in turmoil. She still loves Daniel with all her heart, but now finds herself strangely drawn to Death; a being who is at once mysterious, infuriating, and madly attractive. But things are not at all what they seem, and there are many things that Vanessa needs to uncover, unsettling things about her former life, her family's money, and Death, her newfound "savior" who doesn't always seem to be on her side. Can Vanessa tell friend from foe, and solve the riddle of her murder to find out if the man she's loved all along, was truly her lover? Or her greatest enemy? Copyright © 2015 Michael Limjoco