Absolute silence reigned for three thousand seven hundred years. It was not an inert void, but a symphony of stone and oblivion that devoured skyscrapers and the sighs of billions. Seiko Ishigami, trapped in a mineral shell that felt like an eternal coffin, never stopped counting. One second, two seconds, three seconds. Time was her only possession, the constant rhythm of her mental pulse against the absolute darkness. Daughter of Byakuya Ishigami, she carried in her blood the curiosity and stubbornness of science. While the world transformed, she kept the flame of consciousness alive, refusing to allow erosion to win the battle against her brain. Outside her prison, the Earth no longer belonged to humans. Nature, in its redeemed wildness, spawned a new hierarchy. Animals were not the only survivors; from the shadows of evolution emerged the beastmen. Imposing creatures with hybrid traits, possessing a physical duality that mixed animal ferocity with demi-human structure. Their society was governed by strength and an unbalanced demography where males outnumbered females. This imbalance established a group mating system, where multiple males claimed the same female to ensure the lineage. The world was now a board of hunting and instinct where technology was a myth buried under moss. The day of the break came with a roar. Nitric acid finally weakened her surface. With a dry crack, the statue crumbled. Seiko emerged, covered in dust and with cracks on her face. As she breathed pure air, her magenta eyes focused with clarity. She did not scream. She stood up, observing the greenery and the shadows of wolf-eared figures watching her. She was an anomaly, a relic of silicon in a world of claws. Her mind processed everything. The mission was to revive humanity and rebuild civilization. Seiko neutralized

Reverie Ashford was once a top-notch black ops soldier, but after a mission went awry, she was cryogenically frozen and left for dead. One hundred years later, she awakens in a dystopian society where humans and mutants are at war. Reverie finds herself caught in the middle of the conflict, struggling to understand the new world around her. and the new powers that have awakened within her. As she tries to adapt to her new reality, Reverie finds herself in the rebel mutants' base camp, trying to navigate a web of relationships between a dominant commander, a charming healer, and a thrill-seeking hunter. In this thrilling reverse harem romance set in a science fantasy world, Reverie must decide whether she will allow her past betrayal to prevent her from living the new life she's been given or if she will embrace this new world and accept the second chance for all it comes with.

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My name is Brandy Williams, and I thought I was landing the dream assignment of a lifetime, supporting my favorite superhero. You know, the charming, media-trained one with perfect hair, a signature smile, and a social media following bigger than numerous countries... combined. But there's been a mix-up. A massive one. Instead, I've been assigned to The Beast, the world's most feared and powerful superhero. A literal giant who can grow to the size of a skyscraper and crush steel with his pinky. I was pretty sure I wouldn't survive the week. But under all that muscle and power... he's kind of...sweet. Thoughtful. Protective. And maybe-just maybe- flirting with me? No, he's probably just being friendly. I need to get a grip, stay professional, and keep my heart in check. But that's getting harder by the day. My name is Brandy Williams, and I'm beginning to feel something I probably shouldn't...

When Remsie's boyfriend asked her to go on a tour of the NASA Space Center, she assumed the most interesting thing she would see would be a rocket. But she couldn't have been more wrong... After falling through a top secret portal to another world, Remsie wakes nauseous and disoriented in a world she wasn't built to survive. When she's discovered by a tall alien warrior and brought back to his den mates she's determined to keep them at arms length. But that's hard to do when they believe she's a deity come save their species from extinction. Caught in the complicated pack games of this foreign world, it is not only reality as she knows it at risk of being lost forever, but her life and maybe her heart... ___ WEEKLY UPDATES #1 in alien on 09/03/25 #1 in science fiction on 10/22/25 #1 in scifi fantasy on 10/22/25 #1 in romantasy on 11/14/25 #1 in paranormal romance on 12/22/25

Just one touch wouldn't hurt, right? Those were Olive's last thoughts before she mindlessly touched a time machine, which then transported her back to prehistoric times. Scared and alone, she didn't even notice the giant caveman coming up behind her, ready to make her his in every way a Mate should.

Some destinies are chosen. Hers is waiting to be born. Every student at Highbranch Academy belongs. Guided by the ancient vine in the Tower of Leaves, bonded to their owl, they step into a future shaped by magic. Except her. The vine remains still. The egg in her hands is black, lifeless. The laughter of her classmates rings louder than the forest around them. But when she steps onto the narrow branch and touches the vine, it does nothing. Her egg is black as night, silent and still. Everyone says it's rotten. She almost believes them. Until the first crack appears...

America just wanted to pay rent. That's it. That's the dream. No drama. No trauma. No getting eaten by a giant Russian snake-man hybrid in the middle of a creepy government containment facility. But unfortunately, America's new janitorial job comes with... conditions. Now he's locked in a pitch-black room with something ancient, massive, and hungry-something that speaks Russian, smells him like dessert, and can't decide if he wants to devour him whole or keep him forever. Too small to fight back, too pretty to be ignored, and far too mouthy for his own good, America's only hope is to talk fast, cry cutely, and pray the monster decides he's more pet than prey. A romantic horror tale of teeth, terror, and awkward flirting in the face of digestive doom

They called her the Mad One long before she ever broke. Born into the Night Court with the mark of the Cauldron glowing faintly over her heart, Nerai was never meant to survive. Her father's cruelty forged her power; his torment made her silence infamous. By five, she could command air with a glance. By six, she'd accidentally killed ten courtiers who mocked her mother. By ten, her name was spoken only in whispers - a warning to children of what happened when gods answered too loudly. But Nerai was not mad. She was merely awake. And when war came for her family, it was not death that claimed her - it was the Cauldron itself. Drawn into its depths, her body vanished, her memories stripped away. The Night Court mourned a daughter lost to legend. Centuries later, Prythian trembles. Magic fractures, and silence spreads like a sickness across the courts. The whispers begin again: the Mad One walks. A woman with white hair and silver eyes emerges from the ruins of a forgotten temple - calm, otherworldly, powerful enough to unmake reality with a thought. She does not remember who she was. But the Cauldron does. When Rhysand sends Azriel to trace the strange magic devouring the land, he finds what no one believed possible - the High Lord's sister, alive, unaging, and changed into something beyond mortal or fae. And as the world begins to unravel, one truth becomes clear: the Mad One has returned, and this time, even silence may not save them.

When you move planets because you realize your fiance isn't who you thought he was, things get a little spicy. Let's face the facts, you knew he was a douche, you just didn't want to be alone. Surprisingly, you are able to buy a house on this new alien planet without so much as a credit score. Odd, but you need somewhere to live and won't kick a gifted horse in the mouth. It doesn't take long for things to get interesting once you walk through the doors for the first time. Invisible touches, scorching lips, rumbling growls, and blinding orgasms cement your decision to stay far away from your ex. But possessive supernaturals never give up on things they believe to be their property.