I am a Drakarn warrior, protector of my people, master of blade and sky. Battles and threats are known to me, but she is a new mystery.
Terra storms into my world, unlike any female I've encountered. Smooth-skinned, wingless, clawless… yet she radiates a fierce strength that ignites a firestorm within me.
Her defiance only fuels my desire. Her scent is my obsession, her touch a torment I crave.
Every instinct within me screams mate.
She's stubborn, resisting the bond that pulls us together, a bond she doesn't yet understand. But when a Drakarn finds his mate, he does not let go.
Terra harbors secrets, shadows that threaten the fragile trust blooming between us. And when those secrets draw danger to her, I will unleash the inferno.
She is mine.
My heart. My soul.
I will scorch the skies and obliterate anyone who dares to harm who I cherish above all.
On Volcaryth, love is not whispered, it’s carved in scales and flame. I will scorch worlds before yielding what is mine.
I am forged in fire and blood, born to defend my people with blade and claw. Duty shaped me. But nothing could prepare me for Orla, a human scientist, so delicate and stubborn, who stumbles into our most sacred ritual and upends every law that binds me.
She is not Drakarn. She is fragile, an outsider, forbidden. Yet her scent unravels me. One look, and my fate is sealed, I am hers, body and soul.
My instincts demand I protect her, keep her close, claim her in the primal way of my kind. The bond between us is unyielding. I would lock her away from every enemy, teach her our secrets, wrap her in my wings and my arms. Every brush of her skin turns my restraint to ash.
To love her is treason. To lose her is unthinkable.
Now, as the River’s Run Festival ignites our world and enemies close in, I will fight for her against blood, tradition, and fate itself. The temple wants her dead. My people call her threat.
But she is my mate. My obsession. My heart’s flame.
Let them come. I will not let her go.
I am a Drakarn forgemaster, sculptor of steel, master of fire. My world is heat and metal. I control the flame, bend it to my will.
But her? She is wildfire. And I am losing control.
Selene is flame wrapped in human skin—fierce, unyielding, utterly captivating. She speaks in sharp words and soft touches, a warrior and healer who sets my blood ablaze.
Her presence consumes me. Her scent lingers in my lungs, her ferocity fuels my hunger.
To the depths of my soul, I know she is my mate.
But I cannot claim her. She is off-limits.
Untouchable.
Yet when a deadly sickness strikes Scalvaris and the only cure lies deep in the treacherous Harrovan Mountains, I am the one who must go with her. The one who must keep her safe.
The pull between us is undeniable. Every glance, every breath, a battle I am losing.
She is determined to find the cure. I am determined to resist her.
But when the mountains test us, when fire and danger close in, I will show her the truth written in my soul…
She belongs to me.
Drakarn warrior, deadly enforcer, feared mentor, and shield to the weak in a world of molten rock and razor-sharp wings, this is what I am. I never waver…until she crashes into my fortress and demolishes every ironclad rule I’ve ever held.
Hawk is human: smaller than my kind, yet braver than any warrior I've ever known. From the instant her scent sears my senses, I know two truths: she is mine, and I will break worlds to protect her.
But forging a bond with an alien female inflames ancient grudges and council politics—each side eager to shred our alliance before it blooms. And when enemy forces appear demanding human blood, there are those in Scalvaris eager to give her up.
They call me ruthless for locking her in my private quarters, for guarding her every step, but she’s too precious to lose.
Rival clans plot war, temple priests preach doom, and eagle-eyed enemies circle for the kill. I’ll face them all—wings flared, claws bared—to keep her safe.
A Drakarn’s mate isn’t a choice. She’s fate. And a Drakarn warrior never surrenders what belongs to him.
One broken warrior. One defiant spy. A deadly mission with one rule: trust each other or die.
Captured and stranded near the hostile city of Ignarath, Drakarn warrior Zarvash and human intelligence officer Vega Cross must rely on each other to survive. Their mission? Infiltrate the enemy city where humans are enslaved and warriors fight in savage arena battles. Their cover? Master and slave.
The roles are fake. The bond awakening between them is all too real.
As they fight side by side—Zarvash in the blood-soaked tournament, Vega in the shadows of a brutal alien city—their connection deepens into something fierce and undeniable. But when their secret is uncovered, and Vega faces death in the arena, Zarvash must risk everything to claim the woman who’s become his fated mate.
Fans of possessive alien heroes, kick-butt heroines, and fated mates romance will devour this action-packed sci-fi love story.
I am the beast she fears most. The monster from the world that broke her.
And she is my reason for breathing.
Forged in the blood-soaked pits of Ignarath, I was made to kill. In Scalvaris, I am exile and weapon both. But nothing haunts me like her. Reika.
The fragile human who survived the nightmare I once called home. She looks at me and sees a monster.
But I see the female I was born to protect.
Her scent burns through my restraint. Her fear cuts deeper than any blade. She resists the bond between us, but when her past rises from the ashes to reclaim her, I am the last shield she has.
Now we’re trapped together, surrounded by danger and drowning in heat.
She trembles in my presence, yet stands her ground like no warrior ever has. She doesn’t trust me. Not yet. But I will earn it. I will fight for it.
Because she is not just a survivor.
She is the reason I still have something worth bleeding for.
Deck the halls with blades and fury…
Terra has claimed her place beside Darrokar, her fierce Drakarn mate, but not everyone sees her as worthy. When her honor is challenged, she refuses to back down. The only way to prove herself is to enter the deadly Skalanth trials… even when her mate forbids it.
The trials are designed to break the weak.
But Terra is no fragile thing. When she faces Darrokar in the final test, love and fury ignite… and the forge will decide if they burn apart or rise together.
We wish you a fiery Skalanth, and a forge-lit new year…
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