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(You can find Re-written Version on my profile under the name: "Feral Roots" under "The Marked Spine" series) Nyra Duskcanopy remembers dying. She does not remember agreeing to be born again as a newborn Servalkin with zero motor control, an audience of seven fathers, and ears twice the size they have any business being. Waking up with a fully-formed adult mind inside a Bronze Age cub's body turns out to be less "chosen one" and more "extremely undignified." Zarethia is a world of shapeshifting Beastkin, primitive forests ruled by dinosaurs far above the food chain, and a matriarchal society built on soul-bonds, competing mate groups, and the kind of politics that gets people quietly assassinated over rare crystals. Nyra's plan is simple: grow up, keep her head down, maybe fix a warehouse layout or two. The world has other plans. Between festivals, cub-raising, family dinners with entirely too many fathers, and the slow work of proving her worth in a world that runs on strength and bloodlines, Nyra builds something genuinely hers - right up until the people with real power start noticing exactly what she's built, and decide they want it too. Story has slight NSFW contents in the later chapters. NSFW Content will be marked. (Please leave your email in comments if anybody is volunteering to BETA read)

Six mates. No choosing. No cheating. Guaranteed HEA. 💗 Eva died at her desk mid-email - and woke as Nyra, newborn, furious, carrying a lifetime of memories and a stranger's promise whispered over her cradle: this time, a hex would raise what once fell short. Six. He meant six. Reborn into a bronze-age world of shifter tribes, cathedral trees, and matriarchs who rule because women are rare, Nyra has one job: hide the grown woman behind the child's eyes long enough to survive growing up twice. The tribe calls her a prodigy. She knows better. And she knows exactly what their labels cost - because at the edge of every training field stands Torvald, the boy they threw away over a superstition. Everyone's already decided what he's worth. Nyra's decided they're all measuring wrong. But this world has teeth. There are customs she can't decode, deaths that come quietly in the winter, and a glowing tree over dark water where she whispers her secrets to something that always listens - and never answers. She thinks the worst is behind her. It's only just noticed her family. As Nyra comes of age, so does the romance - and she will never have to choose between the six who come to love her. No choosing. No cheating. A slow burn that blooms across a bronze-age world of politics, secrets, and a danger still gathering in the dark. Guaranteed HEA by the end of the trilogy. The Marked Spine series - a reverse-harem romantasy saga. 🌱 Reincarnated heroine, second life 👑 Matriarchal shifter world (yes, with dinosaurs) 🐆 The boy nobody wanted 🌊 A secret-keeper in the water 🔥 Why-choose romance - six mates, no choosing, no cheating 🗡️ Slow-burn that grows into court intrigue & conspiracy 💗 Guaranteed HEA (Updates Mon / Wed / Fri, Please leave your email in comments if you volunteer to BETA read. Advanced Chapters available on my Patreon) ⚠️ Mature themes in later books (dark content, adult scenes). Heat builds from sweet to explicit.

In a small cafe on the outskirts of the city Haru lives with his younger sister Suzune A quiet young man of twenty three with nothing that draws attention... While she at fifteen is a radiant girl with hazel eyes and light brown hair unaware of the cruelty the world once held for her Though their childhood never began in the warmth of a family Suzune grew up surrounded by a tenderness Haru never knew blossoming in a gentle world that shaped her into something pure Beside them stands Hyang Haru's friend twenty four years old pushed into the world of spotlight by life itself yet in Suzune he sees only a jewel he longs to reach Each of them carries a story left untold and wounds that remain unseen So can one truly escape a past left unspoken? And are the roles we choose enough to erase what life once forced upon us? FOR ARABIC VERSION; SilentOnyx2