Fantasy Stories

Reborn A Dazzling Girl

Emberly, an esteemed scientist of the Imperial Federation, took her own life after completing important research. She was reborn, and just like in her first life, she was born into a wealthy family. She could’ve lived a carefree and prosperous life. However, the babies got mixed up in the hospital and she was taken home by another family from the countryside. Her foster parents later found out the truth and brought her to her real family, but they didn’t like her. Her evil adopted sister even loathed her. She was framed and ultimately, she died in prison. But in her next life, she refused to stay a coward and swore she would take revenge on all who wronged her. She would only care about those who were truly good to her and turn a blind eye to her heartless family. In one life, she had once experienced darkness and been trampled upon like an ant. In another, she had stood on top of the world. This time, she only wished to live for herself. As if a switch had gone on inside of her, she suddenly became the best at everything she put her mind to. He won the math contest, topped the college entrance exams, and solved an age old question... Later, she garnered countless scientific research achievements. People who had once slandered her and looked down on her cried bitterly and begged her for a patent authorization. She just sneered at them. No way! This was a world without faith, but the world put their faith in her. Austin, the heir to a powerful aristocratic family in the imperial capital, was cold-hearted and decisive. He scared anyone who laid eyes on him. Unbeknownst to everyone, he doted on one woman: Emberly. Nobody knew that his desire for her grew stronger with every passing day. She brought light to his originally dull and gloomy life.

The Academy Full Of Special Abilities

She is Shia Sheridan. She has no dreams. She doesn't know what she wants. No plans for life. But because of a mistake she owned up to, she ended up in a place she despised. The Titan Academy of Special Abilities. A school for those like her with special abilities. A place for extraordinary people she will never be like. Welcome to Academy of Special Abilities. "Because it takes more than power to be special."

Welcome to Aetherborn: Crushes, Curses & Creatures

Seraphine Vale is whisked away to Aetherborn Academy after a terrifying magical incident, she expects answers, not four dangerously captivating boys who seem unnervingly drawn to her. Alaric, the cold vampire noble. Kade, the brooding werewolf with eyes like storms. Damien, the charming dragon prince. And Lucien, the beautiful, unreadable incubus who invades her dreams. Each boy reacts to Seraphine as if they've known her far longer than she's been alive... and each one's powers surge unpredictably around her. As forbidden feelings spark and jealousy rises, Seraphine discovers a chilling truth: a prophecy ties her fate to theirs and to a sealed ancient power capable of either saving or destroying their world. Dark forces begin stirring beneath the Academy, hunting her magic... and her heart. To survive, Seraphine must unravel the mystery of who she really is and which boy she can trust when love itself might set the prophecy in motion. Because awakening the Aetherborn doesn't just change her destiny. It changes everyone around her.

Fated To The Kings

Fated, Alpha, King, Queen, Vampire, Dragons, Demons, and Witches Book One: His Beauty Queen She was a beauty queen with history, trying to live a new life in a big city. Little did she know, she is in for a big surprise destined to change her life forever. He is a king with a longing so soul-deep, craving for the gift he had been waiting for his entire existence. What will he do when he finally finds her? Is he willing to share all his secrets just to be with her? *** Book Two: His SilverHand She is the epitome of joy. Bubbly, adorable, and innocently sweet. All her life she had devoted herself to caring for her loved ones. All of a sudden, her dreams came true. No, there's no time for love. Food is her romance, cooking is her passion. But what if, unexpectedly love comes knocking on her door? Will she run or stay? He doesn't care for a mate. In fact, he doesn't care for romance at all. His energy is too much drained from managing his realm. He doesn't even have the energy to bed a woman. But what if, unexpectedly he meets his silver hand? Will he fight for her or let her slip through his fingers? *** Book Three: His Symphony She has no memory of him. Yet she dreams of him. The mind might forget but the heart will always remember. All his thoughts were of her. The beloved that he once left to save from himself. Too long have they waited. Too long have they suffered in silence. Will love conquers all when all has been forgotten? *** Book Four: Coming Soon *** Book Five: Coming Soon

The Vampire King's Bride

~~~~The Underground Royalty Series~~~ Book 1 The Devil's Bride Book 2 The Elder's Kitten Book 3 The Vampire King's Bride Can be read stand-alone. Warning: Mature Content **** I could tell that she wanted nothing more than to kiss me, and from the way she was gazing at my fangs, I knew she imagined what it would be like if I were to drink from her. A thing I’d found myself unable to stop thinking about for years now. Bast was fighting so hard against herself, doing everything she could to convince herself that she didn't want this, that she didn't want me. Unknowing that she was fighting a losing battle, as she'd already made up her mind to be mine, and was only wasting her own time by denying it. After giving her a few moments to tell me no, and hearing no refusal, I gently traced my hands down her form until they met her thighs. Once I saw that she had no issue with it, I lifted her, so our faces were even with each other. "Why are you fighting against what you want, kitten?" I whispered as I brushed my lips against hers, torturing myself just as much as I was torturing her. "I don't know," Bast responded as she looked down, trying to catch her breath. I put my hand under her chin and tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at me. I hesitated for just a moment before finally giving in and bringing my lips to hers. Though I'd been thinking about it for years, the reality far exceeded expectation as I finally felt her lips against mine, heard her tiny purrs of pleasure and excitement as I allowed my hands to explore her body. Finally, being able to touch and caress her, feeling her tightening her legs around me as I explored her tongue with mine, it was like a climax of its own. Her heartbeat was erratic as she leaned into me, a small moan escaping as I explored her curves with my hands, her nails digging into my chest as she gripped my jacket to pull me closer. She couldn't hide how much she wanted me. Not now, not while her body was begging me to continue...

Dragon's Academy

Dragons are born in twins set, one dominant while the other is submissive. One can't survive without the other, the dominants are sent to military schools, they'll spend most of their life-controlling their Dragon side. While the other half goes to Dragon Academy, they'll learn how to cope with being submissive, they are categorized into littles, pets, or simply submissives. The older dominant would meet them there, teach them how to shift, protect them from all dangers, and finally claim them as theirs forever. Kaiden is a special case, a little who never regressed before, she also never cried, until crossing roads with Adrian, a fiery red dragon. Thank you @TayTay_1996 for the cover!!! This story is DDLG, CGL, Fluff. Apologies for any misspelling or grammar mistakes.

The Dragon King's Chosen Bride

What exactly does it mean to be his bride? *** Every year, in each of the seven villages that made up the great Kingdom of Ignas, a Choosing Ritual was conducted. During this Chosing Ritual, one of the ladies in the village would be chosen to be the dreaded Dragon King's Bride. No one knew exactly why the ritual was being performed every year or what happened to the brides that had been chosen in the past. Was he turning them into slaves? Feeding them to his dragon? Or was he... feeding on them? That couldn't be ruled out. After all, there were rumours that the king wasn't like them, that he wasn't human. Yet the question relentlessly troubled the people's heart. What was he using them for?! But they dared not question the King, afraid of what fate daring to go against him would be. Anyways, none of these was Belladonna's business. Although it was her village's turn to produce a bride this year, she was certain she wouldn't get chosen. Why? Well, because she had a plan and she was absolutely certain it wouldn't fail her... or would it?

Fatal Kiss Of The Vampire

Ten years ago, hybrid alpha-vampire Ethan Parker met a girl on the darkest day of his life. She gave him hope that he could live on. When they met again, he was strong enough to do anything for her, but she didn't seem to remember him... Kylie Finch is a b-list actress after witnessing her mother die, being kicked out of the house by her father, and being betrayed by the man she loved for five years. She learned that she could only survive if she became stronger. When her life gets into trouble again, a strange man comes into her life and asks her to marry him. She has no choice but to say yes to survive. But Kylie discovers that her strange husband seems to be hiding many secrets...

The Girl Who Died Twice: A Reckoning

The scream died in my throat. The phantom pain of my brutal past life, the one where I died in a desolate commune, still clung to me. I shot up in my old teenage room, sunlight streaming in. I was Sarah again, but with the scars of a lifetime of horror etched into my soul. My adopted siblings, Ethan and Chloe, the architects of that horror, were downstairs. My kind, oblivious parents were completely unaware of their true nature. Then, Ethan's whiny voice cut through the morning, demanding a new gaming PC. Chloe, ever the manipulator, chimed in, suggesting a "little run away" plan. Just like they did before. My blood ran cold. In my first life, I was a naive fool, desperate for their approval. I went along with it, leading me straight into an unimaginable hell while Ethan found his abusive "benefactor." I remembered the endless suffering, the betrayal that sealed my fate. How could they be so casually cruel, so destructive? This time, the fear and confusion were gone. They had been replaced by a cold, burning rage. They thought they could play their manipulative games again. But they were wrong. This time, I wasn't running away. This time, things would be different. This time, I was ready.

Her Cruelest Choice

I was an ancient nature spirit, bound by a vow to protect the Beaumont family, a debt paid by saving young Clara-Belle from a deadly sickness, transforming myself into a human and pouring my essence into a spectral snake that rested on my arm. She became my wife, but her childhood sweetheart, Beauford, returned, whispering tales of magic to cure his feigned illness. Then, Clara-Belle, the woman I loved, looked me dead in the eye and flatly demanded my snake' s heart for Beauford, calling it "just a snake" as if it weren't my very spirit. I felt every agonizing slice as they cut the heart out, my strength draining, my hair turning white, a pain so profound it ripped through my very being, yet she only showed annoyance at my "drama" while Beauford reveled in my torment, plotting to boil what remained of my essence into a "revitalizing stew," then setting a cruel hawk on my fading form. How could she forget the life I poured into her, the sacrifice I made, the vows she swore, trading true magic for a charlatan' s lies and calling me a trickster for the very protection that shielded her family from a centuries-old curse? With my essence unmade and my heart utterly broken by her betrayal, I shattered the ancient plaque symbolizing my vow, and as my human form shimmered and faded, a cosmic voice called me to ascend, leaving behind the mortal realm and my tormentors to face the true consequence of their monstrous acts.

Reborn to Ruin Them: The Heiress\'s Deadly Plan

The air in our house was thick with unspoken rules, but for me, it was cold dread. SATs and college applications felt trivial with a second chance at life unfolding before my eyes. My fiancé, Ethan Vanderbilt, and his "spiritual guru" Mia Sanchez, were once again planning their fateful trip to the Amazon. Only I knew this journey wasn't about enlightenment; it was about a deadly parasitic infection, Mia's horrific death, and ultimately, my own murder in a past life. This time, I wouldn't warn them. I had a map, and I knew exactly where their path led. They systematically destroyed my academic future and publicly branded me as jealous and vindictive. I watched as Ethan ripped my meticulously crafted thesis to shreds, while Mia's smirk promised worse to come. But nothing prepared me for their final, audacious play. They cornered me, a sealed vial of murky liquid in Ethan's hand. "Arrange the Chen family jet," he whispered venomously, "or get a taste of the Amazon right here. Authorities might just believe you're a bioterrorist." Mia's cruel giggle echoed his threat. They thought they'd seen fear in my eyes. They saw obedience, but I saw opportunity. How could my parents, my family, not see the monster I was yoked to, the insidious manipulation of Mia? The injustice burned, but it also sharpened my resolve. This was no longer just about survival; it was about turning the tables. As I feigned a shaky breath and agreed to their demands, a silent promise formed: the Amazon wouldn't be their spiritual cleansing. It would be their quarantine zone, their prison, and I was holding the keys. Their triumph was merely the first step into my meticulous trap.

The Monster He Became

The pills sealed my fate, but death wasn't freedom. My spirit lingered, unseen, tethered to a world where my husband, Ethan, flaunted Jessie – the woman who'd driven me to my grave. Three years of silent purgatory passed. Then, Jessie's ambition required my 'skills,' subtly manipulating Ethan to desperately search for 'me.' Ethan found my brother Mike, and his own mother, Eleanor, a woman I'd rescued. But Jessie's lies-claiming I faked my death-twisted his mind. I watched, helpless, as his rage exploded: he ordered my grave exhumed, shoved Eleanor to her death, then coldly ordered Mike shot. My family annihilated, my grave desecrated-all fueled by a woman's ambition and a man's blind rage. How could a son not recognize his own mother? How could Jessie steal my heroism? The injustice was a silent scream in my ethereal throat. Yet, fragments of truth-a locket, my bones, a seashell-shattered Ethan' s delusion, exposing Jessie' s monstrous deceit and his complicity. Consumed by cold fury, Ethan transformed into an avenger. He plotted a fiery reckoning at his father's abandoned factory, luring them all to a final, cleansing inferno. In that blaze, my tether would finally break.

The Rise of the Supreme Concubine

Feng Muqing, upon awakening, found herself transformed into the Ugly Girl of the Nebula Continent. Waste material? I've torn apart the facade of the hypocritical white lotus with a poisonous heart, and I've stood up against the self-proclaimed delicate girl who thinks highly of herself. The so-called genius in the six disciplines is nothing special. Ugly girl? As soon as I detoxified myself, my radiance shone through, attracting handsome men to my doorstep. The path to godhood is fraught with difficulties, and I don't care about the various demons and monsters that dare to obstruct my way. When faced with gods, I slay gods; when confronted with devils, I annihilate devils! But can someone please enlighten me on how to get rid of a certain man who's been tailing me all this time?!

Reborn With A Vengeance

The comforting warmth of my newborn son, Thomas, at my side filled the room, a perfect solace after days of exhaustive labor. Maria Sanchez, my trusted housekeeper' s daughter, appeared at the doorway, her smile wide and seemingly benevolent, holding out a thermos of her mother' s special chicken broth. But that smile, that very broth, triggered a horrifying flood of memories that weren't dreams at all-they were a past life I had lived, suffered, and died in. In that chilling reality, Maria wasn't a friend; she was a cunning puppeteer who used innocent-looking chicken trinkets to steal my healthy baby, erase my very name, and shackle me to a monstrous husband named Julian Vance. I remembered every agonizing detail: drinking that "revitalizing" broth had been the first step in a meticulously cruel scheme that resulted in Maria swapping her sickly infant for my perfect Thomas just days after his birth. My existence became a living hell, a gilded cage where I wasted away, powerless, betrayed by all I held dear, until my premature, miserable death. The fresh agony of that past life' s betrayal, the icy grip of her deception, ignited a cold, unyielding fire within me that burned away any trace of exhaustion or fear. How could I have been so utterly blind, so heartbreakingly naive, to allow such a predatory serpent into my home, unknowingly consuming the very poison that would destroy me? But now, I was Sarah Miller reborn, alive and aware, standing on the precipice of a second chance in this very moment. As Maria reached out with the steaming bowl, believing she held the trump card, she had no idea that I was already steps ahead, ready to shatter her world just as she had shattered mine.

The Unwanted Wife's Last Breath

It was our third anniversary, and I was shivering on the balcony, barefoot in a thin silk robe. My husband Ethan, who believed I caused his true love Gabrielle to vanish, shoved me out there, making me pay for my supposed sins. Then, a phone call. Gabrielle was back. Suddenly, I went from a neglected wife to the household's lowliest servant, abused by Ethan, Gabrielle, and every staff member. They said I betrayed her, that I was a vile, jealous creature. My health deteriorated, coughing blood, fading into a shadow. They drugged me, paraded me before a hateful crowd, publicly shaming me as the "disgraced sister" while Gabrielle, the "victim," stood radiant. My own father watched, approving. How could my life twist into such a nightmare? How could everyone believe such monstrous lies about me, turning me into a monster in their eyes? I was already dying, isolated and shattered, when Gabrielle and a bribed maid claimed I' d leaked scandalous stories. Something inside me snapped. I grabbed the nearest thing-a heavy letter opener-and plunged it into Gabrielle. I expected more pain, more condemnation, maybe even death. But what came next would unravel everything, exposing the shocking truth from beyond my grave.

Too Late for Apologies

For nearly a decade, I walked through life as Mrs. Hamilton, wife to the charming and successful Ethan. Our perfect marriage was more than a facade; it was my very existence, bound by a secret Soul Pact that determined whether I lived or died. Then, seven days before my designated survival deadline, Ethan casually dropped a bombshell: he needed a temporary divorce for his latest fling, a demanding young intern named Chloe. He offered me designer bags and an unlimited credit card, oblivious that he was asking me to sign my own death warrant, effectively sealing my fate. Chloe, triumphant and venomous, reveled in my humiliation from my very own penthouse, mocking me as "old news" while lounging in my favorite spots. Ethan, valuing his mistress's fleeting whims over my life, eagerly discarded our shared history and sent me away. The chilling countdown from the Soul Pact System inside me confirmed my imminent end-a meticulously "staged accident" awaited. How could someone mistake my life for a casual game, oblivious that his "temporary break" was my permanent end? My heart ached with the profound loneliness of carrying this fatal secret alone, a cruel irony after years of quiet endurance. I died in a fiery crash, right on schedule. But then, a cold, digital voice whispered, "System error. Collect 100 Regret Points from Ethan to be reborn." Now, an unseen spectator, my very existence hinges on the depth of his sorrow.

His First Love, My Son's Grave

For years, I, an Apache Spirit Guide, brought blessings to the Maxwell ranch, transforming its barren soil into fertile land through ancient ways. My marriage to Ethan had sealed a sacred pact, and our son, Kay, was a vibrant symbol of this union, his laughter echoing through the canyons. Then, Sophia Kincaid, Ethan’s past love, reappeared. She claimed to be pregnant with his child and, manipulated by a shady psychic, demanded Kay’s sacred turquoise amulet—a protection blessed by my elders—to ensure her baby’s “destiny.” Ethan, blinded by Sophia’s charm, violently ripped the amulet from our five-year-old son’s neck. Kay died that night, bleeding and gasping in my arms, while Ethan, oblivious to his son's violent pineapple allergy, entertained Sophia. My grief was absolute, yet for him, it was merely an inconvenience. Publicly humiliated, forced to drink a vile potion stealing my fertility, my hands brutally broken by Ethan himself, I wondered: how could the man I loved, the father of my child, descend into such monstrous cruelty? Lying broken and bleeding in the dust, the man I married abandoned me. But as darkness threatened to consume me, my ancestors whispered, igniting a new fire within. Now, I, Wind Walker, have returned to my people, ready to embrace my true power and witness the Maxwell legacy crumble, just as Ethan’s soul did.

The Alpha Rejected Hybrid mate

"In everyone's life, there are good moments and bad ones, but for Seline, that wasn't the case." From the moment she was born, her mother made sure she never forgot she was a mistake. As a hybrid born of a warlock father and a lycan mother, Seline was constantly reminded of her father's betrayal and abandonment. Her mother never missed a chance to insult or humiliate her, holding her very existence against her. Seline's only hope rested on the night of her first transformation. Shifting into a lycan was supposed to mark a turning point, a chance to reclaim her pride and finally stand tall among her pack. But the moon goddess had other plans. On the night of the blood moon, Seline failed to shift. Her warlock side suppressed her lycan blood and the pack responded with banishment. The exile broke her mother completely. The verbal abuse grew harsher by the day, and before long, her mother fell ill and died, leaving Seline with nothing but debts and despair. Just when she thought her life was truly over, a stranger appeared and saved her. He was no ordinary man: he was an Alpha. Alpha Austin. Could meeting him be the beginning of healing from her pain and rejection, or is it simply the start of a whole new chapter of sorrow?

I Bled for His Child, He Buried My Brother

My tribe was dying, our sacred Sunbeam Ridge ravaged by the deafening roar of Remington Mining’s bulldozers. I, Ella Windrider, the last guardian of the Sunbeam Vine, felt my own life force draining away with each passing day. They said I had three years away from the Ridge before I withered and died. But my people would fall sooner if I did nothing. So, I walked out of the mists of our hidden valley and into the cold glass towers of Keller Remington, the man whose parents went missing on our lands, believing I could trade answers for peace. Instead, he took me prisoner, convinced my tribe murdered his family. Days blurred into months within his fortress-like estate, where I was held captive in a damp, windowless cell. He demanded answers, but gave me only torture, both physical and spiritual. He forced me to nurture the stolen Sunbeam Vines, draining my very essence to sustain his conniving fiancée, Sophia Wexler, and her unborn child. Each drop of the Vine’s sap I bled, was a piece of my soul. Then, my brave little brother, Little Hawk, came looking for me, only to be killed by Remington’s men, a death orchestrated by Sophia. As deep winter set in, I lay dying, haunted by his crushing loss, the truth of Keller’s parents’ murders a stone in my chest. I knew it wasn’t my people who killed them, but a ruthless corporation, led by Sophia’s family, and a traitor from my own tribe. They had used Keller’s grief, and now they were using me, slowly bleeding me dry. Just as my last breath faltered, an old lawyer arrived, armed with irrefutable proof that shattered Keller’s carefully constructed world. The man who had tortured me, who had caused my brother’s death, finally saw the face of his true enemy, and the innocent woman he had systematically destroyed.

Salem's Scorn: The Witch Reborn

My eyes opened in a Beacon Hill mansion, a rich prison of silk and scorn. They called me "Hope," but I was Gabrielle Johns, a witch hanged in Salem, reborn into this timid girl's body. Their daughter, Molly, staged a dramatic fall down the stairs, shrieked "She pushed me!" and directed her theatrical terror right at me. Immediately, Molly's parents and fiancé rushed to her side, their faces masks of disgust, calling me a "trailer park animal" and a "disgrace." They slapped me, starved me, and locked me inside the dark mansion, expecting me to break, groveling for their forgiveness. But their cruelty didn't just fuel my ancient rage; it ignited the deep, quiet misery of Hope, a girl bullied and dismissed her whole life. How could they be so brazenly wicked, believing they had untouchable power over me? They thought locking me away was their control, but they just handed me the key to my vengeance.