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Among the ashes, you can find an ember. After I lost Ara, it felt as if my world had been burned to ash. But among those ashes, I found an ember—myself. I'm now more determined than ever to end this war. I'm going to free Aranren from Death's cage and that will free us all. No more fighting. No more fearing for the lives of my friends and loved ones. Peace. It's the reward every warrior deserves. And I'm going to get it for all of Varr. All I need is one more lover to give me the strength to conquer Death. I've even chosen him. But Lord Vexen is true to his name and is being difficult. I ...

Hatred sent me into his arms. I don't have a problem with Dragons or even Dragon Kings. The last Dragon King of Vix left my people alone, and that's all I want from one of them. He died at the hands of his goddess, and his throne has sat empty for several months, leaving the Kingdom of Vix to floundered. Crime has grown rampant in the crown city of Nuri, gangs freely roaming the streets, and the courtiers have taken over the castle. My king, the Great Luh of the Ricarri, has delighted in the chaos. But now, word has come that a young Dragon has won the crown. He has a rough task ahead of ...

To live happily harem after, you have to fight for your fairy tale. Five classic fairy tales take on a reverse harem* twist in the first installment of Happily Harem After. Experience Alice in Wonderland, The Four Clever Brothers, Beauty and the Beast, Peter Pan, and Cinderella in ways you never have before.

You think you've got some bad date stories? My last date ended with me almost being sacrificed to a Hawaiian war god. Then I found out that all the gods are real. Only they aren't really gods, they're Atlanteans. Yep, that Atlantis.They screwed up their perfect island (and sank it) then had the nerve to move in on our territory. As if that wasn't bad enough, they told us normal humans that they were gods. And we believed them.

I shared my soul to save his life. It seems as if great happiness is for other men. For most of my life, it's eluded me. I get close and then it disappears. But when I watched Sergeant Ryker Drellan slide across an icy battlefield to save my army from an unexpected attack, something inside me began to hope. He gave his life for ours that day, but I brought him back with the help of my soul stone, the Fox Soul. I'm the warlord of the Fox Army—a blended fighting force of faeries and humans. I've been the Fox Lord for many years, but I've never met a soldier like Ryker. He's rash, brave, ...

Everything changed the day I saved his life. I used to hide my magic. Mainly because I didn't want to be persecuted. I mean, even more so than I already was for being human. Humans aren't supposed to have magic. It's what makes us susceptible to the Corrupter's infection. And I don't just have one type of magic. I have all the elements, even Spirit—the element only Wraith Lords control. At best, the other races of Varr would see me as a mutant. At worst, a threat. Then the Corrupter attacked our village. Two Wraith Lords came to defend us, but despite their superior skill with swords and ...

Death walks beside me. Two weeks ago, I was hired by the Dragon Prince of Zaru to help his brother, the King, deal with their dead. Not that there is an abundance of corpses in their kingdom, but those who die aren't staying in their graves. As a necromancer, I'm one of the few people on Serai who can put the dead to rest and discover why they are rising. As a Raltven, I'm particularly good at it. Good enough that the King of Zaru sent his brother across the sea to find someone like me. At first sight, desire sparked between Prince Racmar and me. On the way to Zaru, our attraction for each ...

Sometimes all you need is a little hair of the dogs. Owning a bar may not seem magical, but it is for me. I use it as an opportunity to help people by slipping potions into their drinks that do everything from heal a broken heart to soothe suicidal thoughts. I thought my life was full of magic. Until the night a gorgeous man stumbled into my garden covered in blood. With Dominic's dramatic arrival, I learn about things that even witches don't believe in. The world is even more magical than I thought. More wondrous, more exciting, and more terrifying. I embrace it all, including Dominic. But...

Some men just won't take no for an answer. My life was good. Simple. I had a cushy job in the Falcon Army baking bread and fancy desserts for our warlord. But ever since I saved the Falcon Lord's life, he won't stop hounding me to become his valorian. He doesn't even know if it will work; I might end up with an extended lifespan and that's it. But he insists that I'm meant to be his, and damn if I don't want it to be true. I just wish that becoming the Falcon Lord's valorian didn't include all that other stuff. You know, like immortality and the likelihood that being immortal won't save me ...

This warlord's more wolf than man. I'm not a submissive man, but one growl from the Wolf Lord, and I want to bare my throat to his teeth. And I've just become his valorian. Dealing with Vathmar's possessive nature is now my job, and after seeing his soul, I want the position—and every other position he cared to put me in. But the growling, grunting, and baring of teeth was going to get old, and we have more things to worry about than Vath's savage pride. The Farungal, our fearsome enemy, wouldn't stay beaten for long. I needed to find my footing with the Wolf Lord so we could fight this ...

This Ravyn has the soul of a hawk. My name is Ravyn. I'm a human soldier in a Fae army of shapeshifters run by a warlord. I'm a simple man; I like the three Fs—Feasting, Fighting, and Fu- well, you know the last one. I don't have many expectations for my life beyond those things and that's just fine by me. But when two fae amulets are stolen and only a human can retrieve them, my warlord asks me to help. He is the Hawk Lord—honorable, brave, terrifyingly powerful, and hot enough to set my pants on fire with a single look. That look was all it took to get me to agree to one of the most ...

I met him at the end of my sword. Not exactly romantic, but attraction arced between us like lightning. A rare and beautiful connection. Too bad he's a fairy - a hunter, no less. Nothing can happen between us, it's forbidden. Besides, I have bigger issues to deal with. Like a bioweapon that can destroy the entire human race.

There isn't anything I can't steal. So when a soldier in the Dragon King's army comes looking for a thief on behalf of the King, I volunteer. The danger of the mission didn't bother me. I knew I could steal anything the Dragon King desired. But the job was the just the beginning. I've been drawn into a deadly world of Dragon intrigue, politics, and assassination. The King asked me for help, and I agreed. I should have just walked away, but I couldn't. Not after speaking with the Dragon King. He's more than I expected. A good king, but an even better man. I can't leave him to face liars, ...

My real life began the day I decided to die. After being captured and tortured by the Farungal Queen, I vowed that I wouldn't let her win, even if it meant my death. But when I jumped from her battlements, taking my own life instead of allowing her to turn me into a monster, I caught the attention of a goddess, a group of magical beasts, and a fae warlord. Thorne Callenaer, the Lynx Lord, was so moved by my sacrifice that he saved my life by giving me a piece of his soul. Now, we're bound by magic and drawn together by the beauty we glimpsed in each other's souls. But up until the moment he...

I didn't even like the man whose life I saved. Kardri Vangrarre is my warlord; I serve as a captain in his army—the Leopard Army. I respect him, and even admire him, but I don't like him. At all. He's vain, arrogant, and way too public with his abundant love life. In fact, he was right in the middle of one of his freaky, public orgies when we were attacked. I acted purely on instinct when I pushed him out of the way. I had no idea that I'd get hit instead, or that the green fireball would kill me. The Leopard Lord didn't have to save my life just because I saved his, but that's what he ...

A broken heart sent me running right into his arms. I live in a world of magic, but I'm a man of science. Nothing thrills me more than learning, be it a new language, culture, or the way something works. That is, until I fell for the Dragon Prince of Zaru. After he mated another man, I found myself listless, searching for something to ease the heartache. So when the offer of an archaeological job in Ha'tezan came to me, I accepted it instantly. I didn't ask what it paid or who was hiring me; I didn't care. I just needed to get out of Zaru. My employer is a king—King Xa'din of Ha'tezan. At...

I never wanted to be a hero. I acted on impulse and did a really stupid thing to save a lot of people. And it worked. Except that I wasn't the only one who did a stupid thing that day. After I drank the potion that would have been used to destroy the Tiger Army and possibly all of Stalana, the Tiger Lord did something that had never been done before; he made me a faerie. Yep, that idiot gave me a piece of his soul and then his Goddess used it to transform me into one of them. Now, I'm immortal. Sure, sounds great. But I'm also bound to the man who saved my life. I feel things for him that I...

My heart's already been broken by one Dragon King; I won't let it happen with another. I'm Commander of the Castle Guard, responsible for the security of the Royal Castle and therefore, in part, the Dragon King of Levahan. The new one. I signed up to serve the last Dragon King, and lost my heart to him. Even now, after he left me for his mate, I still love Belyss. I don't agree with the way he was pushed off the throne or how readily he went. I understand why he did it, but I like the way his dread let it happen. And I certainly don't want to like his replacement. But I do. Too much. King ...

My life changed the day I tried to take his. Mhavenna is a glorious city but, like every city on the face of Serai, it's run by Dragons. As a human, I'm on the lowest rung of the racial ladder here, as far from an illustrious Dragon as I could be, and I've made me peace with that. I don't like Dragons much, but like or dislike has nothing to do with my work. So when my broker offered me the task of killing the Dragon King, I took it. It was the sort of kill that could make an assassin's career, and I was certain that I had the skills for it. I was wrong, nearly dead wrong. The King caught ...

Don't call me a gardener. I went through a lot to earn my Masters degree in Vegetation. Simply getting accepted into the University of Sken was difficult as a human. There's a reason why kings hire me to help them with their plant issues. My current client is the Dragon King of Latur, who's been given the ominous title of Indifferent for surviving the death of his mate. He's a bit standoffish, sure, but I wouldn't call him indifferent. Not with the way he looks at me. And I can't help looking back. Staring. Aching. Dreaming. On top of being a king and difficult to get a laugh out of, ...