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What was worse than death itself? Well it was dying knowing that no one would miss you, knowing that your death was a favour to everyone you ever knew. This was exactly how I felt the day I died. I was the love child of the Eclipse Alpha King, in a time where the mate bond was considered sacred, a child born out of wedlock was nothing short of sacrilegious... 'It was his fault, he loved someone other than his mate...' 'It was his fault, he had carnal knowledge of a human woman.' 'It was all his fault, my only crime was being born out of his lust.' But why was that Alpha King father of mine perfectly safe, while I was hated, scorned and blamed for everything instead? Why did I have to be my father's bargaining chip, used to achieve his goals? Why could I not get a rejection like everyone else but was instead murdered by my own mate? Why was I killed before I even had a chance to live? I had a thousand questions and yet there was no one to answer and this was exactly how I died... So why then did my eyes flutter open to that day, a month before my death? Was it because of my little secret? A secret I will tell no one else but you... From the title of my tale, you must think I am an omega wolf... No, you got it wrong... I am not an Omega wolf, I am an Alpha wolf and my name is Omega. ~Second Book in the Werewolf Rebirth Series. *Not a prequel or sequel to 'The Alpha King's Nemesis', both books are not related save for the world setting and Werewolf Rebirth concept. *Cover art sourced from the internet, all credits to the original artist.*

Rage... That was all she felt, rage so powerful it consumed her every being, dispelling all other feelings but one... the need for revenge. _____________ 'Mine!' Zariah's wolf had growled in a possessive tone and at that very moment, Zariah had realized that she was gazing upon the very one the creator had made specially for her, the only one deserving to stand at her side, the other half of her own soul...her fated mate. Zariah had immediately been overcome with joy, all caution had flown out the window and her wariness had been immediately forgotten as she leaned down and gazed into those innocent baby blue eyes, her own mismatched orbs of a fiery crimson and a glowing gold were contorted with pain as she stared at the bruised and broken body kneeling at her feet. 'You are mine precious one and from this moment on, no one shall ever hurt you again.' Zariah had vowed aloud, before him and before her pack members and within her heart, Zariah had promised to protect and love him for all eternity...oh how foolish she had been, If only she could have known then that saving him would become the greatest regret of her life...had she only known then that he would be the cause of her death and the destruction of her pack. __________ When Zariah, female Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack is betrayed by her mate, her pack is completely massacred and Zariah is captured and tortured for treason before being publicly executed by wolfsbane. Zariah finds out in her last moments that the massacre of her pack had been under the orders of none other than the Alpha King. As she took her last breath, Zariah swore to return as a vengeful spirit to destroy all who had contributed to the destruction of her pack. The creator was merciful and Zariah was granted a second chance, a rebirth and a chance to change her pack's fate However fate is a funny thing and with every gift given, there is always a catch to it. Zariah is tossed in turmoil when she finds herself granted a new mate in this new lifetime...a new mate in the person of her greatest nemesis, the Alpha King. ~First Book in the Werewolf Rebirth Series

[Mature Content] [BL] When 20 year old medical student Chantria dies from overexertion and overdose on amphetamine pills, She awakens in the body of a peerless beauty, lying at the bed of the vast ocean, with a fish tail in place of legs. Chantria realizes she had somehow transmigrated into her roommate's favorite R18 webnovel 'Beauty in the Deep." But the thing is, Chantria never read this novel! Not even once! All she knows is some glorified villain in the novel shares her name! Now in a strange world were there were male, female and some strange gender called 'Kei's', A gender whose magic manipulation or what they called 'focusing' was sourced from sexual energy! The stronger one's magic was, the more Kei's you could bond and cater to. And that was not even the worst of it, she now occupied the body of the most desirable woman and strongest 'focuser' in the Kalavan Deep...Saint Chantria! The Sea Child! A cold hearted and ruthless princess and guardian of the deep with a tributary harem of five lovers! All of whom were head over heels for her! What was worse, this Saint Chantria was a lecherous beauty, cold hearted to her lovers and still sought sexual satisfaction with other men and Kei's outside her harem! For a twenty year old innocent college student, just what sort of transmigration was this?! She had barely had time to date before her death, how was she to deal with the love and desire of FIVE DIFFERENT LOVERS?! And who were all these unknown Kei's tossing flowers at her whenever she passed by and sending proposals?! She didn't have any fingers left to wear more rings! Was a five lover harem a regular thing around here?! Chantria finds herself wondering... 'What sort of unlucky transmigration is this?!' *AI Generated Cover Art

[Rewriting] The seven kingdoms of the West Continent, a world dominated by power, where the strong ruled and were loved, desired and exalted, the strong were the Gods and the weak, though few, were content to live under the protection of the strong. This was the world Andronika Majeir was born into, a world of strength, a world of power, a world of warriors and powerful bloodlines and special body markings, a world of the strong and Andronika was one of them, one of the strong...No, she was one of the strongest, one of the most powerful. Born into a military family, a lineage of outstanding Generals, Nika was trained from birth to be an excellent warrior, strategist and leader, at a young age, her prowess in battle was unmatched and her power markings never before seen, however along with battle training Nika was raised knowing her duty as a Majeir, a duty to guard, protect and fight for her kingdom and her king. Young , foolish and unwilling to accept her fate to protect, Nika ended up making all the wrong choices in life, betraying her father and her king. Nika died at the hands of her lover, for whom she gave up everything, filled with regret and shame, Nika knew that she who had been an undefeated warrior had been completely deceived and utterly defeated by love, she knew her death was well deserved, but as she welcomed her death with open arms, Nika had one last thought. "I have been such a fool, if there was a second chance, I Andronika Majeir swear on my life and honor that I will right all my wrongs, I will live only for my duty as a Majeir, If there was a second chance, I will conquer love." First book in the Tales of the continents. **I do not own the cover art, all credits go to the artist. It will be taken off upon request**

He was the fiercest warrior of the High Kingdom for he was undefeated in battle. He was the Demon Prince of the High Kingdom, known for his brutality and blood thirst. He was the Ghost of the East for he came and went like the wind, destroying all in his path and no one truly knew the face beneath the mask. He was Lord Rina Arden, the great Lord of Ardenurve. He was supposed to be the man among men, a warrior among warriors, But what was this long hair cascading down his shoulders, what were those alluring eyes gleaming with erotic promise? What was this unearthly beauty? What was this enticing body that stirred my darkest desires? What is a King to do when his god of war turns out to be a goddess? _________________ "To the world I am the High King, but to you Rina...I am just a man burning in my need and desire for you, tell me Rina...what have you done to me?" Turace whispered in a heated tone, his voice thick with desire as he gazed down into those cold, fierce eyes... his own gaze pleading. "The first man who desired me killed my family and every other man after that, I killed with my own hands...I am Lord Rina of Ardenurve My King and I will never be yours." Came the cold response. "Lord Rina... This King has never once failed to get what I want and it just turns out... I want you... your heart, your soul, your body...every last inch of you." Turace vowed, his tone dark and determined. Second book in the Tales of the Continents. **I do not own the cover art. All credits go to the artist. It will be be taken off on request**

~Updates Saturdays and Sundays 'My Beloved' He called her, Kaylani was not having any of it , But just how easy was it to escape the clutches of a 3000 year old creature of the night with the hots for you? _______________ "Do you really think all of this can keep me out?" Kelevi asked, taking in the garlic curtains and red beans sprayed everywhere with deep amusement. "If that doesn't work, this will." Kaylani replied with determination, brandishing the wooden dagger fiercely in the air. "Ah...You would stake me?" Kelevi gasped with mock horror, watching as Kaylani's eyes narrowed in that familiar manner they always did when she was seething in anger. "If you do not leave, I will." Kaylani promised solemnly, Kelevi chuckled darkly as he took another step closer to Kaylani, watching as she equally retreated another step back. Kelevi took note of the wall behind Kaylani, lips stretching into a smirk revealing his glinting sharp fangs as he realized she would soon run out of steps to take away from him. "I came with a proposal... dump that boyfriend of yours and come to me." Kelevi stated as though it was the most natural request to ask your neighbor to leave her four year boyfriend for a vampire. "Why would I even do that?" Kaylani seethed, "Because you rightfully belong to me Lani and no one else... because he can never satisfy your darkest desires like I can." Kelevi said in a deep, guttural tone, eyes dark with desire. "What do you know about my desires?" Kaylani challenged, tone still as cold and fierce as it always was. "I will have you writhing in pleasure beneath me, your pleasure trove dripping wet, chanting my name as though it was your last prayer as I take you over and over again till you forget where I end and where you begin." Kelevi swore, his words sending a jolt of desire right down to Kaylani's core. *Cover art sourced from the internet, all credits to the original artist*

What was honor? What did it truly mean to be a great knight? Weylyn was not certain, as a descendant from a lineage of the kingdom's greatest knights, it seemed Weylyn's destiny was already set in stone. To many, it would seem Weylyn had been dealt a lot of tremendous honor, born into a family with a thousand year history of knighthood, Weylyn possessed natural gifts and great skill and had long already been named among the kingdom's greatest knights. However fate was an interesting thing and when disaster strikes, the fate of the Kinouri Empire rests on it's greatest knight, but of what use was a great knight who had long lost fate in her own kingdom? Weylyn finds herself with a destiny greater than what she had bargained for... With darkness looming and a quest of great consequence long prophesied, Weylyn must chose to either forego past grudges or be the very reason the mission fails and the empire is destroyed. __________________ ~Snippet~ He stared down at her, eyes aflame with his desire for her. She lifted a hand to his bare chest, trailing her fingers slowly over his well defined muscles. His skin was warm beneath her fingertips and his breath caught in his throat as he trembled beneath her touch, He lifted a hand to reciprocate her ministrations and she stepped back. "Please Lynn..." He whispered in a low, breathy tone. And by the creator, his words had her quivering in her need for him... And she loathed herself, for she wanted him as desperately as he wanted her even whilst knowing he was the very one who had taken her brother's life... **cover art sourced from the internet, all credits go to the original artist**