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Ana has spent her life as a pawn—used, betrayed, and hunted. But no more. As the rightful heir to Trova’s blood-soaked throne, she’s ready to rise—ruthless, unyielding, and armed with the celestial magic awakening inside her. But power always has a price, and Ana is already burning beneath the weight of it.

Die Novelle, in deren Zentrum der fiktive Deichgraf Hauke Haien steht, basiert auf einer Sage, mit der Storm sich über Jahrzehnte befasste. Mit der Niederschrift der Novelle begann er jedoch erst im Juli 1886 und beendete seine Arbeit daran im Februar 1888, wenige Monate vor seinem Tod.

Beauty and the Beast meets Anastasia in this spicy, enemies-to-lovers fantasy where the romance is sharp, the tension feral, and the betrayal unforgettable. For years, Ana has been a prisoner—hidden away, her blood kept alive by ancient potions while the kingdom of Trova rots under the rule of those who cast her aside. Born without magic in a world ruled by it, she was never meant to survive. Until the day the fae prince found her. And left her for dead. But death never came.

Belamy’s ex boyfriend sucks. Literally. He’s a vampire. A pious, obnoxious, and selfish vampire. They’re all alone when he breaks their heart on a camping trip; but an incredibly passionate werewolf, Dawn, shows them what it’s like to get all they deserve and more.

Before the goddess, before the legend, there was a woman who endured. Long before she was known as the Cailleach—Queen of Winter, shaper of mountains, keeper of the cold—she was called Morag. Born into a glen where survival is earned and warmth is never promised, Morag grows beneath a sky that teaches patience and a land that remembers every mistake. She learns early that winter is not cruel, but honest. That waiting saves lives. That love, when rushed, can break more than it heals.

Life as a peasant farmer was boring, to say the least. Was I really wrong to distract myself with the mayor’s daughter? She certainly didn’t mind. Of course, the mayor did, and now I’ve been exiled to some dark, distant forest on the other side of the continent. What do you do when your entire village betrays you? Start plotting your revenge, of course. After saving a beautiful woman’s life and nearly getting beaten to death for it, I became the proud owner of a castle core, the central power of every village. The best part? Every woman I marry gains a similar boost in power.

Grimalkin is a cat. A very curious cat. He is also a witch’s cat, and that is why he often finds himself in trouble. But his curiosity about magic has gotten him into trouble more times than he could count. Grim is the assistant cat to Esme, a young witch who attends the Spellhaven School for Witches.

Cast aside since birth and denied my true heritage, they know me as the bastard prince. For years I played their game, doing allI could to assist my half-brothers shuffle refugees from the castle, while keeping them and the dying Nobles safe in the old mine tunnels. The Prince of Rats, one girl called me.

I can spin gold, I lie. With my life at stake, I have no other choice. I get one chance to turn my lie into truth, and I'm shocked when I succeed. But now the cruel human king demands I become his wifepassing between his bed and being locked away in a tower, spinning gold until my last breath. My only way out is to summon him. A brutal Fae prince. The deal we strike is sickening, but it's the only way I'll live after I'm caught escaping. My new captor drags me back to his realm.

Every winter demands a reckoning. In the remote Highland glen of Glenarraidh, love is not celebrated—it is tested. Each Valentine’s Eve, the Cailleach, ancient goddess of winter, rises to judge whether mortal devotion is strong enough to deserve the return of spring. Ailsa, a healer’s daughter shaped by quiet endurance, and Ruaridh, a shepherd burdened by a violent past, have loved one another without promises or spectacle. But when the Cailleach turns her cold gaze upon their bond, they are forced into trials of hunger, silence, and truth—tests that strip love down to its barest form.

A warrior owns what he is able to take. And I take her. She's trembling in a closet, hiding from the raiding party invading her human settlement. Hiding from me. I collar her. I own her. She's mine by law. As the Captain of the Imperial Guard, I've sworn a solemn oath to have no mate, sire no offspring. Oath-breakers are traitors, executed without a second thought. Let them try. I'll beat them all for a chance to claim my mate.

Wyle and his adventuring band of beautiful ladies settle in to their new home. Their town has a new name, new residents, shops, allies, and more! When a domineering Noble Ranger shows up to grade the Gloomy Forest’s dungeon, Wyle immediately starts searching for ways to keep her around. Not all is well, however. An attack on one of his wives sends Wyle into full alert. He finds himself untrusting of the new arrivals that might help Emerald Valley become a true castle town.

The tide has come to claim what was taken. The loch has been claimed. When Sirus arrives with his warrior army, the fragile peace Havard and Kai fought to protect shatters in an instant. Finn is taken. The loch is no longer a sanctuary. And escape, Deana quickly learns, was never freedom—only delay. As Sirus tightens his grip, ancient laws resurface, and loyalties are tested beneath unforgiving water. Finn faces captivity in a world that demands obedience over love, while Deana is forced to confront a truth she can no longer ignore: the sea is not just watching her—it is choosing.

I've lived in the mud quarter my entire life, watching as the fireguards came every five years to select the prettiest girls to go to the Seat to start new lives. They get it all: husbands, houses without a speck of dirt, and enough food that hunger wasn't a constant pain in your belly. This year, it's my turn. The dragon that forces our kingdom to cower under our magnificent dome and hide behind stone walls hasn't shown any signs of leaving.

I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the enemy who killed my family. We were at war. The dragons claimed we kidnapped their heir, and they wanted him back. They were winning. Our tanks and guns didn't stand a chance. Now they're willing to agree to a truce, but only if we provide them with mates. My company says I've been given the 'honor' of being a dragon's conquest, but in reality, the b*stards want to silence me for what I know.

Step into a deeper understanding of worship with Understanding Worship by pastor and scholar Sam Storms. Storms challenges conventional perceptions of worship, encouraging readers to approach God with a heart ready to receive all his goodness as we find our delight and satisfaction in God's love...

When Christopher Penczak was introduced to Witchcraft, he found a spiritual path through which he could honor and embrace his homosexuality. In Gay Witchcraft, Penczak's clearheaded theory and practice combine to create a classic book of Witchcraft focused on the perspective of the gay community.

When Jessica flees the vicious werewolves for what she hopes will be the safety of House Ursa, she never expects anything more than a cold welcome. After all, she's spent years listening to her sister's mate preaching about the evil bear shifters. Now, one of those same bear shifters has been assigned as her guardian. Handsome, kind, and utterly protective, she can't help but think it's an act. Klaue has never been sure quite how he will meet his mate but watching her crash into a tree while she's running from the wolves of House Canis is definitely not it.

This practical guide to Witchcraft both embraces and celebrates queer men through an impressive collection of spells, rituals, and exercises. The Satyr's Kiss empowers everyone who identifies as male to take his rightful place at the center of his own universe, honoring the unique qualities that set him apart from the mainstream. Emphasizing the importance of sexuality in Witchcraft, this book features a variety of methods for celebrating sex in a magical way. Join Storm Faerywolf on a queer-centered exploration of magical philosophy, history, rites of passage, and sex magic.

My name is Ace Bisset, and after a lifetime of proving magic doesn’t exist, I’m learning how to be a witch. If you’d told me a few months ago that I’d be burning sage and staking vampires, I would have laughed in your face. And yet here I am, casting spells and brewing potions while I relentlessly search for a way to lift the curse that binds my four lovers to the night.