Fantasy Novels

Elk Grove Nevada: A growing city along the Sierra Nevada with a large population of shifters finally gets a Bite Cleaner of their own. Enter Dr. Reuben Camacho, the unlucky sap who gets sucked into the shifter world unwillingly. He treats every patient with respect, no matter what literal mess they got themselves into, provided they pay on time. Joining him are his DJ biter roommate Lucas, his bounty-hunter girlfriend Tanya, and Faviola the demanding NSA liaison. The doctor will need all the help he can get with strange patients and HMOs confused with his paperwork. Seinfeldian humor meets Urban shifter fantasy in this darkly funny tale. Yes it's tale, not tail y'all can't spell mother********!

*****WEB OF MISTAKES**** ** **** **** ** Dominic sat on the sunlounger below the *sunshade at the front of the conservatory in his garden. Tools lay on the floor scattered all over. The rake was by his left close to a heap of dried leaves which he had been raking, a wheel barrow was around* the corner painted red. Hand fork, Dominic laid his back on the back of the sunlounger, he put his hand on his forehead. His breathing was hard and deep. It shows he was tired. He took a sip of the drink in his hand and sighed. He peered at the garden, he’d done a lot of work but there was still more and more. The vegetable porch was neatly arranged, they were greener than ever, healthy. The flowers were carefully trimmed and neat. The weeds were gone and some new seeds were planted. The lawn was mowed, it shone. He still had to clear the heap of dry grasses, grease the mower, rake and other tools. Daggers still had to be collected and sent to his shop. Sighing, he stood up and started to complete his chore. He took hold of the shovel, used it in hurling dry grasses and other dirts into the red wheelbarrow. The wind tossed some back littering the neatly swept garden. Sand got into his eyes, he jerked which sent the shovel out of his hand, the shovel fell on the wheelbarrow. The wheel barrow tumbled upside down, landed on the edge of the rake, the handle of the rake went up and struck the sunshade.

For seven years, I lived at the Thorne estate, exchanging my unique blood for my Appalachian people's safety, forever tethered to the volatile heir, Declan. My plasma was the only thing that calmed his violent dementia, leaving me with a fragile peace and my young son, Liam. Then, Declan's ex-girlfriend, Cassie Lowell, returned—beautiful, pregnant, and armed with a cold, malicious intent. Cassie systematically poisoned Declan's mind against me. Under her calculated influence, he denied vital medicine for my gravely ill son, Liam, leaving me to watch him die. My beloved grandmother, Grana, followed, locked away by a deluded Declan until she perished in the bitter cold. The escalating torment cost me another child, lost to the trauma, as he desecrated my family’s ashes, pouring them into a storm drain. How could the man I bled for become such a monstrous puppet, utterly consumed by deceit? Was this the end for Elara Vance, stripped of all? But amidst my despair, a hidden recording surfaced, exposing Cassie's cold, calculated plot to destroy us all and seize the Thorne empire. Forced to face this horrific truth, Declan finally made Cassie pay for her treachery. Now, having lost everything, a shattered Elara would embark on her solitary path toward a quiet justice.

The numb cold started in my fingertips, creeping inward. I watched Chloe, my wife, her face a mask of impatient fury in the dim tent light. Outside, a blizzard howled, the soundtrack to my dying. My miraculous blood, the blood that could heal, drained from my arm, a crimson offering for a dead man. "More," Chloe demanded, her voice sharp. "It' s not enough. You have to bring him back." Her childhood sweetheart, Jake Miller, lay frozen nearby, a corpse. "Chloe, it doesn' t work like this," I rasped, my vision blurring. "I can heal injuries. I can' t raise the dead." "Liar!" she shrieked, her grief a twisted venom. "You can heal anything! You won' t save him because you' re jealous! It' s your fault he went up that mountain! If you hadn' t forced me to marry you, he' d still be alive!" The accusation was a sick joke. I had healed her to repay a debt, a lie used to trap me. I wasn' t a god, just a medical prodigy. As my lifeblood pooled, the world faded to black, her hateful face my last sight. Then, bright, sterile light. I gasped, eyes flying open in a pristine hospital room. My hands were whole, warm. Mrs. Davis, Chloe' s mother, stood by the window, worried but hopeful. This was the day it all began, the day they begged me to heal their daughter. I remembered my profound sense of duty, repaying a girl I believed saved me. That single selfless act led to a year of loveless marriage, resentment, and my own murder. "Dr. Hayes," Mrs. Davis said, trembling. "We' ve heard about your… gift. They say you can perform miracles." She stepped forward, hands clasped. "My daughter, Chloe… she' ll never walk again. But we believe… you can save her. Please, we' ll give you anything." But my gaze was cold. I saw the contempt, the venom of my past in her desperate eyes. I had been a fool. A naive, sacrificial lamb. Not again.

An ancient prophecy, a lost princess and a handsome prince. What more could anyone ask for? Meet Sylvie, your average, if not slightly more than averagely clumsy waitress. She lives a quiet uneventful life until Xander unexpectedly comes crashing into it. Join the two of them in the struggle against the demon lord for the fate of the world. Is everything as it seems or does fate have some dark twists in store for our heroes?

Transmigration!!!! Yeah,that's it. Jasmine woke up and found herself in a world. What world? a world that was the exact same as the one in her favourite novel. But something didn't seem right. You want to know what didn't seem right? She got into her favourite novel but it was the olden days era. Ah!the olden era and she was actually playing the role of a girl who was hated by someone she loves. You know, Jasmine's crush was the ML of the novel. And then she getting into the novel and playing the role of enemy is.... Again,she woke up and found herself in a hospital bed. And this time it was the actual novel. Isn't that a bliss? She was her playing her own damn role. Intriguing right? A secret!What's it? A change again occurred in the novel. The novel she read was a contemporary romance but this time it turned to Fantasy. The novel turned to a book that the ML and other characters were not humans but something else...... Something mysterious, something gruesome

Anna Harriet, the only daughter of Shaun Bordman Harriet, had been struggling to fend for herself since the deaths of her father and grandmother. They had been her world, her foundation, and now, without them, she felt untethered. "I'm not doing that. Never," Anna said firmly, lying on her bed. She had recently moved in with her mother, Sussan, and her mother's new husband in New York. It was a drastic change, and not one she had ever wanted. Growing up, Anna had always wished her mother had stayed. Sussan had left when Anna was still in elementary school, leaving her to be raised by her dad and grandmother. The memories of her mother from those early years were precious to her, small moments she clung to for comfort. But now, living with Sussan and her husband felt like stepping into a nightmare. Their home wasn't warm or welcoming-it was cold and filled with tension. "Go out with that guy, or you'll have to start feeding yourself!" Sussan yelled from another room, her words cutting through the air like a blade. Anna sat up, her chest tightening. This wasn't the mother she had dreamed of reconnecting with. This was a stranger-harsh, impatient, and far from the loving figure she had longed for during her childhood. The walls of their New York apartment seemed to close in around her as she tried to imagine a way out of this impossible situation.

Celeste Monroe never forgot the night her world crumbled. Her father was framed, her family name ruined, and behind it all was the powerful Ryker empire. Years later, reborn under a new identity, Celeste returns with a single goal-revenge. When fate offers her the chance to marry Jace Ryker, the estranged son of the man who destroyed her life, she says yes without hesitation. Jace is cold, calculating, and haunted by a past he refuses to share. He wants nothing from his father's world, least of all a wife he barely knows. But their forced union ignites a dangerous chemistry neither of them can deny. As secrets surface and loyalties are tested, Celeste must decide how far she's willing to go to get justice-and whether revenge is worth losing the man she never meant to love. In a world ruled by power, lies, and blood, trust is deadly-and love might be her greatest downfall.

The last thing I remembered was the screech of tires and a crushing impact. Then, I was a ghost, floating above my own lifeless body, pulled from the wreckage. I watched silently as my fiancé, Liam, the man I' d given everything for, proposed to my stepsister, Scarlett, at my funeral-the very ring I' d once admired. Their passionate kiss, the congratulatory smiles of our friends-it all ripped through me with a pain far worse than death. My entire life had been a lie, a sacrifice for their happiness, and the regret consumed me whole. I woke up with a gasp, drenched in sweat, in my childhood bedroom. The date on my laptop screen read June 12, 2008-the day it all went wrong. An email glowed: "Internship Offer: Prestigious New York Firm." I had a second chance. My heart turned to ice as the doorbell rang-it was Liam, charming as ever, with a bouquet of my favorite flowers. He walked in, proposing marriage, but only if I gave my prestigious internship to Scarlett, his "soulmate." "Marry me, Chloe," he whispered, "if you give her your internship spot...She' s my soulmate, you know that, but you...you're the one I want to build a home with." This time, I slowly pulled my hands from his, a cold smile touching my lips. "No." His facade cracked, revealing the selfish man beneath. "You're over, Liam," I said, holding the door open. "I'm taking the internship. And I am never, ever going to sacrifice my life for yours again."

After being shot, Ivy Chambers settles in to her home in Wildwood to recover and read through her purloined files. Her recovery time is interrupted when the Head of the Mage Clan calls reporting that the golems running the Shadow Council Headquarters are malfunctioning. While she knows very little about golems, Hamilton can't risk anyone knowing he's lost control and since Ivy's ancestor created the golems, she's the one who needs to fix them. With a crash course in golems under her belt, Ivy returns to the archives, but it isn't only her family's actions causing problems. It seems more than the golems are malfunctioning. Can Ivy settle things without taking more damage or is the world destined to spin even further out of control?

I was Sarah, my powerful Aura marking me as the next Harbinger's mother, a sacred role in our Havenwood Commune. But my first life ended in the cruelest betrayal. Now, reborn to relive that very day, High Elder Josiah, his gaze seething with reborn malice, declared my Aura "tainted" before the entire commune. He brazenly chose my jealous sister, Eleanor, instead, cementing her false claim as our future' s mother. The humiliation was a raw, burning brand. They paraded Eleanor, pure and radiant, while I was publicly cast aside, forced into a "humble" bonding with a groundskeeper, and secretly cursed with a barren charm by Josiah. Eleanor, wearing my own face through dark magic, mocked me as she performed sacred rituals with Josiah, reveling in her stolen power. Then, in a vicious final act, she shoved me into the dreaded Whispering Chasm, a deep abyss rumored to hold restless spirits. As I plunged into the darkness, the bitter truth echoed: my first daughter, Abigail, dismissed as "blighted," was the true Harbinger; my rightful son, Daniel, stolen and presented as Eleanor' s own "blessed" child. My death in the first life, Josiah' s perverse obsession, Eleanor' s venomous jealousy – why was this nightmare repeating? How could I, the true vessel, be so utterly condemned again? But just as oblivion beckoned, I landed. My quiet groundskeeper, Liam – mocked by all for my 'lowly' choice – was there, unharmed. He revealed himself as a powerful Seed Guardian, protector of the Harbinger line. The dreaded Shadowcat, whispered to be a monster, was the Harbinger' s dormant form. And with a single touch, he shattered Josiah' s cruel barren charm. This wasn't oblivion. This was my second chance. And this time, I would fight.

My own father, David, drowned me in the cold Caribbean, tying the anchor chain to my ankles himself, his voice devoid of emotion as he declared it was "for Chloe," my adopted sister, blaming me for her demise. But instead of death, I gasped awake, not underwater, but on our luxury yacht, the *Serenity*, hours before the terrifying pirate attack I'd already endured, realizing I was trapped reliving my darkest nightmare. My frantic warnings dismissed, my father abandoned us *again*, taking all able-bodied security and crew for a dolphin chase with Chloe, only to explicitly tell my terrified mother on the phone that I was "shark bait *again*," a chilling confirmation that he remembered my original death and was willing to let it happen once more. The injustice was soul-crushing: while my brother, Mike, bravely sacrificed his arm fighting the invading pirates, even our closest ally, Uncle Ben, initially sided with David and Chloe, believing their manipulative lies about my supposed "jealous drama." However, the grotesque discovery of Mike's severed limb in the open ocean finally shattered Uncle Ben's blind faith, transforming him into an unlikely ally and igniting within me an unyielding resolve to uncover the shocking truth: my "sweet" adopted sister, Chloe, was the actual orchestrator of every horrific betrayal, and I would make sure she paid for every single one of our recurring nightmares.

The first thing I felt upon waking was a fire burning inside me, yet all around me was nothing but frozen ice. I was Seraphina Carlisle, the most "useless" granddaughter of a Dragon Lord. Once swept away by fate to a higher plane, I had survived among interstellar empires and cosmic arcana, training to become a skilled interstellar medic and void operative. Now, inexplicably yanked back to my homeland, I was forced to once again play the part of the pitiful noble lady everyone trampled on. My cousin Cammie, all sweet smiles and hidden venom, had dosed me with a blood‑boiling aphrodisiac; she even paid a street thug to destroy me in the dark. Soon, she would lead a torch‑bearing crowd of high society into this cave, point at my torn clothes, and weep false tears, meaning to brand me a whore, steal my betrothed, and have me exiled to the deadly northern mines for life. But I was no longer the old Seraphina who could only swallow her humiliation in silence, not after the advanced civilizations and brutal training I had endured. What Cammie didn't know was that I had already beaten her thug half to death. And the man whose lap I now sat on, the one I had just used as my "antidote" to survive the poison's burn, was no vagrant. He was Aldric Beaumont, the dreaded Prince Regent. I steadied my breath, calmly straightened my dress, and prepared to wield his absolute power to make her pay back everything, with interest.

My life was one of quiet harmony, raised off-grid with ancient wisdom, seeing the world's hidden currents. But Elias, my adoptive father, sent me back to my biological family, the opulent Whitmores, to untangle a spiritual unease he promised only they could resolve. What I found was not a home, but a viper's nest of sickening energies. My birth parents, my brothers, and especially Brenda – the "false heiress" – were dripping with greed, deception, and malice. Brenda, seeing me as a threat to her gilded cage, launched a ruthless campaign to destroy me. She publicly framed me for assault, faked a near-drowning, and even stabbed herself with a family heirloom, screaming I was a monster. Despite my calm observations, my warnings of their own destructive paths, they dismissed me as crazy, a witch, a dangerous fraud. They rallied together, not against the darkness within them, but against me. I was thrown out of their mansion, abandoned without a penny, and later faced thugs hired by Brenda, sent to "teach me a lesson." How could these people, my own blood, be so utterly blind to the truth of their actions, so willingly embrace their own decay? Why did they cling to their malicious lies about me, even as the carefully constructed facade of their perfect lives began to crack and crumble around them? But their malice only fueled my resolve. Armed with my unique spiritual sight, I would no longer simply observe. This wasn't just about untying ancient threads; it was about exposing the rot at the heart of their empire and letting the universe's ultimate justice take its devastating course.

'HELLO MASTER' (The words Faded into the blank page) I screamed and let go of the book 'PLEASE, DO NOT BE FRIGHTEN, I COME TO SERVE WHOEVER THE BOOK CHOOSES' "Wow, I'm now going crazy, what's more weird, the fact that words are magically being written on the page or the fact it just turns itself" 'THE ANCIENT BOOK HAS HELPED PEOPLE GET THEIR DESIRED ONCE UPON A TIME AND HAPPY ENDINGS. BUT ARE YOU READY TO ENBARK ON THIS JOURNEY' She had a perfect life, a perfect family, perfect friends, perfect grades she had everything she could ever want But all that is about to go up in flames. What happens when a teenage girl is chosen not only to save our world but dimensions that have only ever existed in books She has to remember: What you want doesn't matter until it matters where it's needed the most.

PROLOGUE "Amara Celestine Fuentes!" I was nervous to hear Dad's voice in my room. I was faster to get down from the blanket I had linked to get down from the window of my room. When my feet fell to the ground, I was surprised and I saw Papa looking at me too. "Bye, Papa" I smiled and waved at him and picked up my wallet that fell to the ground. "Amara, come back here!" It shouted but I just shook my head. "You can't leave, you're married tomorrow!" "I don't want to get married!" I shouted and began to run away. He called me but I didn't bother to turn around. I raised my hand to the air and waved again even though I was running. "Armando, chase Amara!" My eyes widened when he heard what he had said as I walked home. Sh*t! They didn't have to be overwhelmed because I was really*really*around when I was in a bad mood. I slipped into the hole from the bamboo fence. I always go through it every time I run away from Papa. This road is out of the road where there are many passing vehicles. I ran even more so that I could get them out because I knew they would look for me on the highway. When I reached the road, I wrapped my hands on the passing vehicles. No one stops at all so I'm dancing to the twitter. There was a vehicle to go again so I stopped in the middle of the road. I was still very tight because I was as low as it was speeding. I was surprised to hear a series of bushes. Seeing it stopped, I quickly ran the driver's seat and knocked on the window. It opens right away. "Are you d*mn crazy?!" She immediately gave me a hug but I didn't pay attention to her anger. "Help me!" I have a promise. It just grabbed me by the forehead. "I'm not buying your act, Woman" It has driven the car's engine so I'm more in shock. "Someone is chasing me! Please, help me!" I begged him. "I saw a lot of people like you doing this just to fool the innocent. I'm not stup*d to fall in your trap" he promised. He was about to leave the car again but I hung half of my body in the air. It was blown away by the panic. "I'm not cheating on you! There are those who are chasing me and when I get caught by them they will definitely kill me" I forced myself to make myself more believable. "H-don't you help me? When something goes wrong with me ---" "Ride!" I stopped talking when he opened the door to the passenger seat. I smiled secretly because my acting seemed effective. I left the window of his car and immediately boarded the passenger seat and closed the door. It was driving away so I turned to our place. I saw Armando there too, so the wind blew me away. It seemed like a thorn in the chest. He didn't hold back the whole trip. I was just looking out the window and thinking about where I was going today. I have no friends who can stay home. I don't like my relatives either. His cellphone rings so I look at his behavior. She pressed her ear white. "Mr. Fuentes' daughter is missing? So, the wedding is off. That's a great news" I returned the look to the window because of what he said. I was so blurred and stuck in my seat. I secretly bitten my lower lip and shook my arm. I ran away so the wedding would not continue but here I am now in the car of the person who seems to be marrying me. I bowed my head and shook my palm. I think, I'm totally doomed! ---

Akira, daughter of fruit vendors, was living happily with her family in Ehtrehto Edis. A world far from the human world. Her family got killed by the Aquans, headed by the cruel General of Aqua Edis. She was able to escape but was chased by his men. Marcus, the son of Aqua Edis King, helped her to escape to the human world where Martin and Margarette adopted her and allowed her to use their lost daughter's identity. She was then known as Adele Brown. When they died, she was left alone in their house. Her life is all set for one ultimate goal. That is, finding the real Adele as Martin's last wish. Akira happened to help a woman from wicked men. It's Catherine whom she later became friends with. One incident lead her to suspect that Catherine was the real Adele. That same day, nightmares from her past life flipped backward. She crossed paths with some Ehtrehtians who together with his long been friend, Hunter, persuaded her to flee back to Ehtrehto Edis. Akira's real identity was then revealed. She's Lady Amara, one of the four guardians of Lights and the Last Immortal. She was faced with many battles when she came back to her world. The Aquan king is determined to kill her and even sent an assassin to kill her. In the Manhakan, a village where people who do not surrender their loyalty to any of the four main empires of Ehtrehto Edis live, Lady Amara had a face-to-face encounter with General Thud, the one who headed in the killing of her known parents. They were outnumbered by the Aquans. Just when they were about to be defeated, Hunter, Ignis Hella Knights, and his biological father, King Suxx came. Will they win the battle? Is Catherine the real Adele as she suspected?

When life seems meaningless, when those who should be your companions abandon you without a second thought, chance seems to be the salvation. All Sophia wanted was to forget that one day she loved Rafael, and she finds on a small beach in the neighboring town, what she didn't even know she was looking for. All Vicente wants is his old life back, without shifters, werewolves, vampires and a soulmate who rejected him and ripped his heart out, but a simple walk along the beach presents him with much more than he bargained for.

He took her body, her trust, and her heart-but tonight, she takes his life. "...making love to you when I will, which I will..." Alpha Gonzalo Kenyon's eyes danced wickedly, his voice threading with pride and a promise of power. The words slid under Liora's skin like poison, impossible to ignore, and impossible to forget. They can either walk a mile in her shoes and feel the pain they caused her, or they can sever their legs as they severed her heart. Only a fish can know how deep the ocean is. Only a bird can know how high the sky is. Only a polar bear can know how cold the Arctic is. Only the betrayed can know how much betrayal hurts. Slowly, Liora pressed the ceremonial dagger meant for Alpha blood into Gonzalo's chest, the blade sinking deep with chilling finality. Blood surged upward in thick, dark bursts, gushing across his bare skin and pooling around the altar where they had just made love. Gonzalo's eyes flew open, wild and disbelieving. A snarl twisted his lips, but no words came-only a strangled gasp as his lungs filled with blood. His hands grasped at her wrists, strength faltering, the power that once ruled pack and land draining with every beat of his dying heart. His bones cracked softly beneath his skin, shifting, as though the wolf inside him was fighting to rise one last time.

The Devil’s Palm After playing into his trap, she must do her revenge. But what can an innocent looking woman do to hurt the devil?