Kael, a warrior born of prophecy, raised in the palace but born a commoner, he became the magical kingdom's greatest weapon-feared, powerful, and destined for war. Elara, the jewel of the human kingdom, a princess raised to despise his kind. When fate throws them together in an unexpected encounter, hatred sparks...but so does an undeniable pull. As tensions between their kingdoms reach a breaking point, their growing bond becomes the greatest threat of all. Love was never part of the prophecy-now, it may be the one thing that destroys them both.
"You come unannounced," Balthazar said, stepping forward to intercept him before he reached the throne. "You barge into this palace like a conqueror instead of a servant. State your business."
The messenger halted, standing unnervingly tall. His cloak shimmered with ancient runes, and his eyes, clouded with divine sight, bore into the advisor with something akin to amusement. Then, with a voice that carried across the chamber like a rolling storm, he spoke.
"You are just a man," he said, each word precise, deliberate. "A slave to your master's will. I am the eyes of the magical kingdom, the messenger of the ruler of principalities. Men do not sit where I stand."
A stunned silence fell over the throne room. Gasps rippled through the nobles, and the guards shifted uncomfortably. No one spoke to Lord Balthazar that way-not without consequence.
The advisor's jaw tightened. "Mind your tongue."
But before the tension could escalate further, a deep voice cut through the silence.
"Enough."
King Aldric's voice carried across the chamber, his tone measured but firm. He sat upon his throne, his black and gold robes flowing like liquid midnight, his expression unreadable. Though his face remained impassive, his piercing gaze assessed the messenger with newfound interest.
The messenger turned toward the king and bowed-not out of submission, but out of recognition. "Your Majesty," he said, "I bring word of the gods."
The air itself seemed to thicken as the court leaned in.
"Speak," the king commanded.
"Men do not sit where I stand, I will state my business seated!" the messenger said and the men were awed at his audacity.
The king signaled one of the guards to get him a seat.
The messenger straightened. "A child has been born. A son unlike any before him. His birth shook the stars, and his name will shape the fate of kingdoms."
A murmur spread through the gathered lords and ladies, but the messenger did not falter. He stepped forward, his voice unwavering. "He will be the most powerful warrior Eldoria has ever known. He will be a storm on the battlefield, a shadow in the night, a force that no man-neither king nor enemy-can withstand."
The king remained silent, his fingers tightening on the armrest of his throne. The others were filled with questions but nobody could utter a word.
"And where is this child?" the king asked at last.
The messenger hesitated. "Born to a commoner."
The reaction was immediate. Disbelief, outrage, whispers of doubt. A child of prophecy, born outside the noble bloodline? It was unheard of.
King Aldric's expression darkened. He despised uncertainty, and now the gods had thrown him into a puzzle with missing pieces. "Find him," he ordered. "Bring him to me." and the gathering was dismissed.
Weeks later, the hunt for the child proved more difficult than anticipated. Every noble house, every influential family, had been scrutinized, yet the boy remained hidden among the nameless masses. A prophecy of such magnitude could not belong to a peasant-yet it did.
For weeks, the royal guard scoured the outer villages, questioning midwives, searching records of births. Days turned to nights, and doubt crept into the minds of even the most faithful.
Until, at last, they found him.
In a small, quiet village beyond the eastern mountains, nestled between the thick woods and rushing rivers, lived a healer named Selene. And in her arms, wrapped in a simple cloth, lay a boy with eyes like molten gold.
When the king's men arrived, Selene did not fight them. She knew from the moment he was born that her son was destined for something greater. But destiny was not always kind.
And so, with a quiet farewell, she watched as they took him away. Her eyes were watered with so many emotions but she couldn't lift a finger or say a word till her child was out of sight.
The boy, Kael, grew up within the grand walls of Eldoria's palace-but he was never truly a part of it.
The nobles whispered when he passed. The sons of lords challenged him, seeking to prove that bloodline mattered more than prophecy. Servants hesitated to meet his gaze, as if afraid his presence alone could shift the tides of fate.
But Kael did not break.
He fought harder than any noble-born warrior. He trained longer, studied more, listened where others scoffed. Every act of cruelty, every moment of isolation, only sharpened his resolve.
They called him an outsider. He became their strongest soldier.
They called him a mistake. He became a legend.
He did not know love, not in the way a child should. The only affection he had ever known came from the blade in his hand, from the silent approval in the king's gaze when he won his first duel.
One fateful evening, as the moon cast its silver glow upon the palace, Kael stood at the edge of the royal balcony, overlooking the vast city of Eldoria. The wind carried the scent of rain, and a strange tension settled in the air.
Behind him, footsteps approached. He turned, expecting to see one of the palace guards.
Instead, he found himself face to face with Lord Balthazar.
The older man regarded him with his usual calculating expression, but tonight, there was something else in his eyes. Something unsettling.
"You have grown strong," Balthazar said, his voice unreadable.
Kael did not respond. He had learned long ago that words meant little in the palace.
Balthazar stepped closer, lowering his voice. "But strength alone is not enough."
Kael's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"
A long silence stretched between them before Balthazar finally spoke.
"The king has a plan for you, Kael." A pause. "But so do I."
Kael's body tensed. The weight of those words settled heavily upon him, thick with unspoken meaning.
"What do you want from me?" he asked warily.
Balthazar only smiled.
"Not yet," he murmured. "But soon, you will have to choose."
A gust of wind howled through the balcony, carrying with it the distant toll of the palace bells. Kael felt a cold shiver run down his spine, though he could not yet understand why.
Deep down, something told him-his fate had just taken a turn.
And there would be no turning back.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Gabriella is married off to an Alpha by her parents against her will. She is forced to leave her old life behind and move in with the Alpha, who is known for his power and control within the pack. Despite her initial resistance, she eventually comes to accept her new life alongside Alpha Aiden. However, she soon realizes that the Alpha is a cruel and abusive man who uses his position to control her every move. Aiden wanted the title and to receive it , he had to take a wife. As Grabiela is about to enter his life, Aiden decides to make it fun and turn it into a game, with her as the main pond, between him and his friends. When the abuse and lies weigh too heavy she realizes that she has to leave but will he let her go? Or will he tighten his grip and lock the doors? ”I’m guessing the meeting wasn't to talk about the food arrangements for when you take over the pack?” ”They’ve arranged for me to marry Gabriella Santos from the Trimoon pack,” ”So what, when have you ever backed down from a challenge?” ”How is tying my life to another in marriage, a challenge?” ”The challenge is to make her submit to you.” ”We’ll make it more interesting-” ”- I bet you won't be able to get it done before the end of the year,” ”I’ll have her submitting to me by the end of the month,” ”Not just submit. You have to have her wrapped around your finger, hopelessly in love with you by the end of the year,” ”Ten grand to whoever wins,” Explicit sexual abuse, violence, and otherwise TW scenes later in the book. Will warn in Author Notes***
"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...
Melissa could tolerate being deceived and humiliated, but being framed was a different story. Three years of marriage was less important in her husband’s eyes than a teardrop from his other woman, Arielle. Finally, on a rainy day, she was ruthlessly abandoned. Five years later, Melissa showed up with her adorable twins. She became world-famous in the medical field. That was when her ex-husband, Everett, came crawling back, asking her to help cure Arielle... "Hey, old man, if you want to talk to my Mommy, you have to pass my test first." Melissa’s young son, Merrick, raised his chin proudly. ‘Old man?’ Everett checked himself carefully. Did he look that old? “Daddy, you really are very old..." Lindsey, Merrick’s twin sister, said with a pout.