Jacqui Walking Dead

When the Veil shattered, the world did not end in fire—it ended in monsters. Demons poured from the skies, and ancient Gods dropped their fractured Divine Seeds to the earth, seeking mortal vessels. Ronan was a dead man walking, his chest crushed in a demon ambush. But as his blood soaked the earth, the Seed of Primordial Eros chose him. It offered him the power to rip demons apart with his bare hands, but the toll was absolute: his godhood is fueled by passion, and his domain is the bed. To harness his devastating power, Ronan must forge "Soul-Covenants"—deep physical, emotional, and spiritual bonds with women of latent magical bloodlines. They become his Divine Chalices; the deeper their intimacy, the more invincible he becomes. But Ronan is not the only vessel. In the ruined capital of Aethelgard, Malakai—a ruthless tyrant who swallowed the Seed of the Grave—builds an empire of the undead, enslaving both humans and demons alike. This is no longer a tale of survival in a broken world. It is a war between ascending gods. Witness Ronan’s bloody ascent from a broken victim to an apex predator, and the founder of a brutal new civilization built upon passion, blood, and devastating betrayals.

The night Selene Carter slid divorce papers across the table, she thought she was freeing herself from a useless husband. Adrian Kane had spent years under her family’s scorn, mocked as a failure, branded a convict after a humiliating arrest, and too silent to defend himself. To Selene, their marriage had become a prison of shame, and she believed she was finally walking away from dead weight. But the very next morning, the man she discarded was saluted by the nation, as a Five-Star General. Every insult Adrian bore, every moment of silence, every disgrace he endured had been the camouflage of a mission too classified to confess. He let Selene believe the worst, even when it cost him the woman he loved. Now, with freedom comes war. A shattered heirloom ties him to secrets buried with his mother. Damon Locke, a ruthless playboy, stalks Selene’s every move. And Vivienne Hale, the fiery heiress who has loved Adrian in shadows, steps boldly into the light, determined to claim him at last. As Selene begins to question everything she thought she knew about the man she abandoned, she uncovers the most devastating truth of all: Adrian’s greatest secret has yet to be revealed. And the most dangerous enemy isn’t the one waiting in the shadows, but the one sitting right beside her.

They left him to die, now he'll bury them one by one Adam has always been invisible—the kind of kid who blends into the back of the classroom, mocked for his awkwardness and despised for a single mistake that branded him a snitch. His classmates made his life a living hell. Sanchez, the golden boy of Westfield High, made sure of it. Then came the field trip. The humiliation. The beating. And the moment Adam was left for dead in the woods. But Adam didn’t die. Something else found him. A malevolent spirit with a hunger for vengeance. A whisper in the dark offering him the one thing he craved most: power. Now Adam is back, sharper, stronger, and cloaked in a confidence no one can explain. One by one, his bullies begin to fall. The school watches in fear as the once-forgotten nerd becomes the center of a storm that no one can stop. Yet something is wrong. Each attack follows Adam’s secret plans exactly—but some of them aren’t his. Someone else is hunting Sanchez’s circle, striking in the shadows, pushing Adam’s bloody game further than even he imagined. Is it the mysterious new girl with the unnerving smile? A rival spirit playing its own cruel hand? Or is Adam himself losing control of the monster he invited in? As fear spreads and Sanchez grows desperate, Adam must untangle obsession, betrayal, and supernatural terror. Because in this game of revenge, the line between predator and prey is razor-thin— and Adam isn’t the only monster walking the halls.

How far are you willing to save yourself Anna? Do you also want to end up dead like your parents?” he said as he handed the gun to her. Anna’s eyes remained fixated on the object as her trembling hands reached out to take it. Various questions popped into her head and it seemed like her thoughts were having a battle. At the end of it all, Anna was sure of one thing. She was walking out of the room alive. Anna, orphaned and adopted by her father’s friend begins to get letters suggesting that her adopted father murdered her parents and her boyfriend raped her. Scared that the facts may actually be true she kills her boyfriend and runs off to California to find the murderers but all there’s much more to what meets the eye. She reunites with her childhood friend Alvin, who was cut-off by his parents and the major suspect of a kidnapping case Determined to find her parents murderers at all costs, Anna teams up with James, an upcoming businessman who seemed to like Anna and with his help, Anna begins to uncover secrets. But, while Anna feels like she had finally caught the murderer, something sinister happens in the shadows and Anna’s life is about to turn a lot worse than she had ever imagined. Are the people who sacrificed their entire lives for her out to get her? Is she making the right decision? Are her parents’ murderers looking for her? One question reigned in Anna’s head. How far would you save yourself?

I hated being locked up like a damsel in distress. Like I was some princess that needed constant protection, but deep down I was grateful. I was still struggling to summon my powers, so if I was attacked alone I would be defenseless. I understood why Valerian wanted me to stay confined within the walls of our home since there was a protection spell suffocating the entire atmosphere that surrounded it. But I was so bored. Valerian was not there to take me out and keep me occupied with his cocky smiles and quirky comments. The only thing I could think to do to pass the time was to take a stroll around the castle grounds. I exited out into the courtyard and walked past the beautiful wooden benches and vibrant trees. Roses of every colour confiscated the grounds and it was like I was walking through a rainbow. My fingertips caressed the petals and I inhaled the sweet scent of their exquisiteness as I walked through the trails. I was so mesmerized by the area that I didn’t realize where I was going. I gasped as I reached for the next rose in my path, and it crumbled from my touch. The rest of the walkway was filled with black and decayed roses that tumbled to the ground like ash from a horrible wildfire. My frightened eyes glared out into the distance as I realized the dead flowers led to a shadowy tunnel made from black brick. A sign barely dangling from a broken chain at the top of the entrance read ‘dungeon.’ My body cringed at the sight. This was the dark side of Valerian that I knew and wanted to avoid as much as possible.

They threw him into the dark to feed a slumbering god. They didn't know the god was starving—and that the boy was hungrier. For ten thousand years, the Blood Lotus Sect has reigned supreme, built on a foundation of ruthless cultivation and a dark secret: they sacrifice their weakest newborns to the Abyssal Pit to appease an ancient horror. But when a nameless, hollow boy is tossed into the dark, he doesn't scream. He doesn't break. With a soul as empty as the void itself, he catches the eye of the dying god below. Instead of consuming him, the ancient entity makes him its vessel. Now, sharing his mind with a cynical, world-ending parasite, the boy climbs out of the abyss wearing the stolen skin and identity of a murdered Outer Court disciple named Dver. To the arrogant young masters and paranoid elders of the sect, Dver is just another piece of trash. A traumatized survivor clinging to the bottom of the hierarchy. They are dead wrong. He is an apex predator wearing a sheep’s skin, and his cultivation requires him to eat theirs. As Dver systematically infiltrates the sect, turning their deadly politics into his own personal hunting ground, he catches the eye of Lyra—the Sect’s flawless, untouchable Saintess. She believes she can purify the broken boy. She thinks she can save him. But Dver doesn't want salvation. He wants to slowly, deliciously corrupt her until she is just as monstrous as he is. A grand sacrifice is approaching. The elders are preparing to feast on the heavens. But they have no idea that the abyss is already walking among them, smiling, and waiting for the perfect moment to swallow them whole.

Duth has died, along with his cousin. The tragic fate of two, the dearly loved another as family. However Duth returned to his world crashing down. Home town aflame, a lich choking his cousin.. Soon after his death. He wanted to stay dead, he was at peace. But centuries later that peace once more came crashing down. His cousins soul torn away from the realm of the dead, her pained agonizing cries stirred him, his rage. When he awoke from memories, the realm of the dead felt an untold rage! After a deal with a god Duth returns with the vengeance to sear stars, with him a gift follows. Will Duth find his cousin and slay those who dared step on the dead, or will he be consumed by hos hatred and hunt all of existence into deaths grasp?

Reborn into a cultivation world, a medical genius awakens with the mysterious Violet Bloom Seed fused to his body. Walking a forbidden path of needles and medicine, he rises from weakness to power—not by brute force, but by knowledge. In defying fate and heaven alike, he proves that healing can be just as deadly as destruction.

She slipped off the engagement ring, her voice cold. “You’ll never be the man I need,” she said, walking out and leaving me broken. Years later, as I stood successful and untouchable, she begged for my help. My heart ached, but I turned away. “You made your choice,” I whispered.

Allison walked along the port side of the flush deck toward the bow. When they saw their captain walking by in the dim light, several hands raised their foreheads in salute. Standing just above the bowsprit, he came to a stop and gazed out into the night.It was comforting to hear the steady, even sound of the ship's hull piercing the Atlantic wavelets as it surged forward.