Sorcière / Sorcier

A sky filled with fire and screams. But death wasn't the end it was the beginning. He wakes in a lavish royal chamber, not as himself, but in the frail, dying body of a mysterious young boy named Kael. The problem? Kael is no ordinary child. He’s a forgotten royal, shunned by nobles, pitied by the kind-hearted Princess Seraphina… and possibly the heir to something far more dangerous than a throne. He remembers his world technology, logic, science. But here, power comes in the form of spiritual energy, ancient bloodlines, and magic tied to forces long buried. Everyone thinks Kael is weak. Insignificant. Disposable. They’re wrong. As he unravels the secrets of Kael’s identity, he discovers whispers of a forbidden prophecy, a war that nearly tore the kingdom apart, and a dragon’s bloodline that should have been erased centuries ago. Now, hunted by those who fear what he might become and drawn to the fierce, mysterious Seraphina, He must navigate royal courts, deadly conspiracies, and a body that doesn’t feel like his own. But just as he begins to grasp his new reality “The sky rips open. A roar echoes across the kingdom. Something was coming. And it wasn’t friendly. Something ancient has awakened… and it remembers Kael’s name.” #adventure

“You cheated on me, Sasha. You’re leaving me for him... just because I’m poor.” Lewis Reynolds is just an ordinary university student—broke, looked down on, and heartbroken. After being betrayed by the girl he loved and humiliated by his classmates, life hits him harder than ever. But just when everything seems to fall apart, an unexpected truth changes his fate. What if the boy everyone mocked is about to become the man no one can ignore? From rock bottom to rising power, follow Lewis's journey from rejected and broke… to unstoppable. “To the girl who betrayed me, and to everyone who laughed—I’ll make sure you regret it.”

18+(Only)... In the lawless stretch of the galaxy, Sev is a bounty hunter who doesn’t just take lives—he dominates them. His cockpit is his kingdom, his bed a battlefield. Cold, controlled, and cruel, he lets nothing slip beneath his armor… until a high-stakes mission puts two women in his orbit who unravel everything. Emma—fragile, forbidden, and once his weakness—is now shackled and silent, sold like cargo. Serina—his twisted addiction—is a sadistic vixen who feeds on power and pain, her moans as sharp as her knives. Sev burns for her, bleeds for her, and obeys when she whispers filth into his ear between battles. But when the Hyperium he steals lights up a war across star systems, he returns to find Serina’s rage hotter than any star. She wraps her fingers in Emma’s hair and growls, "Choose, Sev. The ghost of your guilt... or the fire that owns you." The galaxy isn’t ready for the storm they’re about to unleash—in the bed, in the shadows, and across the stars. ********* This book also contains other compilations of crazy, steamy, thigh tingling sci-fi fantasy erotic stories for your reading pleasure.

“You're not a nobody,” Victor Moon said, his silver eyes unreadable. “You're the man gods once feared.” Banished from divine memory and stripped of celestial might, Marcus Steele walks among mortals in plain clothes and quiet patience. Bound by an ancient marriage contract, he arrives in Manhattan—a city of supernatural elites—to claim his betrothed. But Diana Sterling, the ice-cold CEO of Sterling Industries, publicly humiliates him, mocking his appearance, status, and power. She doesn’t know who she’s mocking. None of them do. “Take your money,” Diana sneers, hurling a check worth millions. “We're not equals. You don’t belong in my world.” She’s wrong. When shadow demons strike, Marcus reveals a glimpse of the war god he once was—effortlessly annihilating threats, catching the attention of Sarah Moon, heiress to the most feared family in the supernatural underworld. “Marcus,” Sarah whispers, fierce and elegant, “I want you to be my partner.” As Manhattan’s elites scramble to earn his favor, old enemies emerge from the shadows, desperate to keep Marcus from reclaiming his throne. But with each battle, his power returns—and so do his memories. “Tell your master,” Marcus says, standing over broken assassins, “that some wars aren’t worth starting.” They wanted a pawn. They mocked a drifter. They awoke a god. Now, Marcus Steele is done pretending.