Blade #hsr Novels & Stories

My sister Isolde and I used to be human. The twin vampire princes, Caelum and Dorian, turned us and married us. The entire vampire world celebrated. Two human sisters, personally turned by the Crown Princes? It was the highest honor a mortal could receive. We believed we were loved. We were fools. Five months into my pregnancy, I was attacked by a group of exiled vampires in the forest beyond our territory. I called Caelum nine times. He didn’t pick up. The exiles circled me, cutting into my arms and legs with blades that burned. Pain tore through my body. I called a tenth time. This time, Caelum’s cold voice came through: “Haven’t you had enough? Vivienne is being tracked by hunters. Stop bothering me.” Vivienne was the human girl that both princes truly loved. The one who had refused to be turned. With nothing to stop them now, the exiles closed in. Their leader drove a blade into my stomach. I watched the light leave my body from the inside out, and felt my unborn child die. When I was close to death, my sister Isolde found me and fought the exiles off. But there were too many. Isolde was badly wounded. She called her husband Dorian for help. All she got was: “Looking for Vivienne. Don’t bother me.” Isolde carried me and ran. A storm hit and we were caught in the open at dawn—deadly for wounded vampires. The border patrol found us just in time. We barely survived. When I woke up in the infirmary, my first thought was simple: Sever the bond.

After I lost the baby, I gave up everything my mate, Alpha Rhydian, hated. I stopped using our bond to sense where he was. I could sleep soundly even when he didn't come back to our bedroom all night. I didn't even tell him when a rogue's silver blade sliced my arm during a border skirmish. The pack doctor told me to notify my family. I just answered calmly, "I don't have a family." The doctor recognized me. "You're the Luna. Alpha Rhydian is at headquarters. Should I inform him?" I shook my head gently. "No, don't." But half an hour later, Rhydian came anyway. His tall frame cast a shadow over me, his voice ice-cold. "You're hurt. Why didn't you call me through the mind link?" I lowered my eyes. "It's just a scratch. No need to bother the Alpha." A low growl rumbled in his chest. The air crackled with his fury. He was about to speak when a guard whispered outside the door, "The Alpha cares so much for Isla. She just pricked her finger on a rose thorn, and he gave her the pack's most precious moonlight herb." I saw his jaw clench. His gray-blue eyes shot to me, searching for the jealous rage I always used to show. I gave him nothing. Not even a blink. I just leaned back against the cheap hospital pillows and closed my eyes. But Rhydian's composure finally shattered.

"Get on your knees, wolfless freak, or I will break your legs myself." In the brutal hierarchy of the Blue Claw pack, Betty is a biological anomaly—the top warrior who cannot shift, a protector with no beast inside her. With her twentieth birthday ticking down to midnight, her own parents have consented to her public rejection and permanent exile as a rogue. She has exactly twenty-four hours of stolen freedom left before she is cast out into the wilderness to be hunted. But the northern forests don't just hold exile; they hold the Lycans—predatory kings ruling through iron claws, suffocating dominance, and a scent of burnt ozone and raw power. When Prince Adriel crosses the border, his crushing aura forces every alpha to their knees, yet it only makes the dormant royalty hidden beneath Betty's skin snap awake. She is the ultimate survivor, but matching the gaze of the Alpha of Alphas is a death sentence in itself. Desperate to escape her pack's death warrant, Betty entangles herself with the royal court, stumbling into a dangerous loophole: an artificial link forged by a high coven. This fake bond offers a transactional sanctuary—she gets a shield from her executioners, and the Lycan prince gets a chosen mate to claim before his kingdom. But this substitute union is a beautiful trap; a human or shiftless wolf taking a royal mark risks having the raw power burn her veins from the inside out. If Betty yields to the intoxicating heat of the prince who bought her safety, the psychological stakes are lethal. When a vengeful Madeline unleashes a silver blade and issues a challenge to the death, Betty’s purple-eyed wolf suddenly seizes control and accepts...

HER RETURN Mission find daddy for mummy Diana D. Blurb. Have you ever been disappointed by the one whom you put all your trust in, micah jewel is a first-hand witness to betrayal. Micah Jewel thought she had it all—a three-year relationship with her charming boyfriend Nathaniel, a close-knit bond with her younger sister Colette, and dreams of building a future filled with love and stability. But one fateful afternoon shatters that illusion. Micah eventually discovers a secret that cuts deeper than any blade: her sister and boyfriend have been in a hidden relationship. The betrayal is public, humiliating, and complete. Her confrontation with them leaves her emotionally wrecked. Betrayed by her three years boyfriend, also by her sister who was having a secret relationship with her boyfriend, in just one day micah's world came crashing down to her feets as her relationship of three years ended with nothing to show fort. That night, lost and disoriented, she wanders into a bar. There, she meets a man—Nicholas He's quiet, mysterious, and offers no judgment. Both emotionally raw, they share a few drinks and end up in a hotel room. It’s not romance—it’s an escape, a blur of comfort and chaos. In the morning, she left, No name, no contact. Just a memory that won’t fade. Months later, micah left California to Australia pregnant with the baby of an unknown stranger, not just one but two. Three years later, micah comes back but not as Bianca sia, but this time, as Bianca Sia, She's back for just one reason " Revenge," but the kids want something else "daddy". " Are you sure Daddy is here?" "Yes, I overheard mum's conversation with Aunty," "Then, let's find daddy for mummy," Don't miss out!

After a century of war, the three races finally reached a fragile peace. The human kingdom, the vampire noble houses, and the wolf clans signed the Covenant of Three Realms. The Royal Court would stand above the races, and only a mixed-blood royal heir would rule all three realms. When my turn came,I chose Owen, Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. Our marriage ceremony took place on the Night of the Full Moon Oath. Owen’s foster sister, Nora, fled the Bloodmoon territory after the rite. She crossed beyond the pack’s borders and ran straight into a hunter’s silver trap laid in the forest. The silver tore through her wolf spirit. She died there before anyone could reach her. When Owen arrived, he did not rage. He simply carried her body back to the pack lands and performed the ancient wolf burial rites with his own hands. After that night, he continued to play the role of the perfect mate. But the night I gave birth to our hybrid child, he drove a blade through my throat, his eyes filled with hatred. His voice was filled with cold hatred. “If your bloodline weren’t the only one capable of producing a ruler for the three realms, I would never have married you.” “Nora would never have fled the pack lands. She would never have died in a hunter’s trap. My first child would still be alive.” Pain swallowed everything. When I opened my eyes again. I had returned to the day the king ordered me to choose between the vampire houses and the wolf clans.

For ten years, I raised the finest bodyguard money could buy, and for a nanny's daughter, he turned his blade on me. I didn't spare a thought for the years between us. I had his tendons cut, his skills stripped away, and I threw him out of Meridian City. The live comments practically caught fire. [Somebody help, Celeste Ward has gone too far! Julian protected her for ten years, and the one time he didn't put her first, she's going to ruin him?] [This is the kind of love that terrifies me — if she can't have him, she'd rather destroy him. What did Julian even do wrong, trying to save the woman he loves?] [Run, Julian! A viper like her doesn't deserve your loyalty. Go to Amber — she's the one who can actually save you!] Me? Going too far? A traitor who turns on his own mistress for an outsider — if anything, I went easy on him. I gave a cold laugh, tore up his lifetime contract in front of everyone, and had every last one of his belongings burned. Then I went straight to the underground fight club and picked out the meanest, most reckless guy I could find. A month later, word reached Julian. He fought his way through every guard at my gate, half-dead by the time he made it to the door. He dropped to his knees in front of me, eyes rimmed red, clutching the hem of my skirt. "Miss Ward," he said, "that mongrel covered in tattoos — what does he have that I don't?"

Celeste Leblanc, the daughter of the richest man in the city, has ordered a custom-fitted ring worth a billion dollars according to my finger size. She claims that she will marry the person who can wear it perfectly. In the first time loop, George Braun, the fake heir, secretly enlarges the ring so that he can marry Celeste. She responds by slapping him to the point he's all bruised and battered. "You're not the one!" In the second time loop, my adopted brother, Roger Braun, loses 30 pounds in one go so that he can marry Celeste. She responds by pushing him down the stairs. "You're not the one either!" In the third time loop, my stepfather, Edgar Braun, grits his teeth and makes up his mind. He slices the flesh off his finger so that he can wear the ring properly. Celeste chuckles coldly at the sight. She orders her bodyguards to drown Edgar in a bathtub immediately. In the fourth time loop, everyone is left without a choice. They're so frightened that they deliver me into Celeste's hands. I put on the ring. It fits my finger perfectly well. The entire family heaves sighs of relief. But the moment Celeste sees me, she draws out a blade and stabs me to death. "You're not the one too! Where the hell is my fated husband?" In the final time loop, when Celeste tells her secretary, Donny Griffin, to bring the ring over, all of us claim that we can't wear the ring at all. But Donny shoots us a weird look. "Ms. Leblanc has already made it clear that one of you is the ring's owner."

The room pulsed with heat as their bodies tangled in a mess of sheets and grudges, with their mouths meeting like clashing swords. “You kiss like you're trying to win,” she hissed against his lips as her nails dug into his shoulders. “Always turning intimacy into a competition.” He let out a low and cruel laugh, his hot breath grazing her neck. “Better than your usual performance. All drama, no delivery. You moan like you're auditioning for a role you'll never land.” She pushed him down on the bed and her blazing eyes locked on his. He grunted as her naked body pressed against his nudity. “Says the man who thinks grunting is seductive. You sound like a dying engine,” she whispered in his ear with a smirk. The corner of his lips slowly lifted. She gasped when his hands travelled down her hips and reached her ass. “And yet you keep coming back for the ride.” ***** When Alessandro Montrego demands a bride to settle a long-standing debt, the plan is simple: get married to the docile and sweet twin sister. But before the wedding, she vanishes into thin air. To fill the position, Sierra, a fiery and sharp-tongued twin, is forced to take her place. Sierra and Alessandro clash like fire and ice as they thrust into a world of power, secrets, and simmering tension. However, beneath the bickering lies a slow-burning passion that neither of them expected. The blade of fate sharpens as love blossoms in the shadow of duty. Loyalty is put to the test, secrets are revealed, and love may cost more than either of them can bear. Because in a world built on debts and deals, not every love story is meant to end happily ever after. Will their fate be changed?

"Shut down for rectification, fined $500,000, plus $300 compensation per customer. That’s the penalty from the Food Safety Bureau. Let’s see if you dare serve us gutter oil again!” Yves Larson, a part-timer at a construction site, sends me a provocative text purposefully, as though he's worried that I don't know what's going on. I just stare at the sign that says "closed for renovation", which is hung on the front door of my eatery. Never would I expect that the budget eatery that I've opened for the sake of the workers will be transformed into a blade that's aimed at me, thanks to the very same workers. That night, I sit in the apartment that my dad has left to me before his death. There, I spend the whole night smoking. Early the next morning, I head over to the bank and withdraw the money left behind by my dad, which is 260 million dollars. Half a month later, my eatery is open for business again. Work resumes at the construction site as well. Yves leads the construction workers to the restaurant at lunch. "I've taught him a good lesson last time. This time, I'm very sure that he won't have the guts to serve us cheap food made of shitty ingredients!" What he doesn't know is that the original eatery is already demolished. In its place stands a luxurious five-star restaurant. I stand in front of the main entrance as I perform a welcoming gesture to the workers. "This is a five-star restaurant that offers a private dining experience to you. The minimum bill for each table is 4000 dollars. You're welcome to dine here."

"I invoke the Right of Claim." Silent. The executioner's blade stopped only inches from my neck. The entire courtroom fell. "What are you doing. Alpha?" One of the elders demanded. "She tried to kill you." "I know." "She murdered your warriors." "I know that too." "Then why you save her?" The Alpha's crimson eyes never left mine. "Because she's under my claim." *** I was raised to become the perfect weapon. No family. No freedom. No future either. After failing the mission to assassinate Alpha Darius Ravencrest, I expected to die beneath the executioner's blade. Instead, the most feared Alpha in the North claimed me as his prisoner and brought me into the heart of his pack. A place where every wolves wanted me to dead. Darius insists he's only keeping me alive until he uncovers the truth about me. The problem is I don't know the truth either. Yet every day he watches me as though I'm a mystery only he can solve, while I fight to escape the enemy who now holds my life in his hands. But the deeper we uncover the truth, the more impossible questions begin to surface. Why was I raised as a weapon instead of a daughter? Why has my wolf never awakened? And why does the blood flowing through my veins make the most powerful Alphas fear my existence? As forgotten secrets rise from the ashes of a fallen kingdom, I'll have to decide who I truly am. The assassin my enemies created or the last heir destined to reclaim a throne drenched in blood.