Wolf

In a dystopia where humans are bled like cattle, a vampire king claims a new girl as his personal bloodbag, and her blood undoes him.

Zuko had spent his whole life certain he would be the end of his line. That it would be kinder. Two winters into your arranged marriage, you draped yourself across his study cushions and asked him, very softly, for a child. His. Yours. A house full of them. He had not known, until that moment, how badly he had wanted to be asked. How long he had wanted to fill you with his name, his line, his everything. How starved he had been for the permission to want this out loud.

In this Avatar: The Last Airbender world, Korra is trapped under rubble mid-battle with a rampaging spirit — and only a stranger who finds her can decide what happens next.

Newly mated after a brutal war, Feyre and Rhysand must rebuild their world—and their bonds—before old enemies and new temptations tear them apart.

your honeymoon with Zuko unfolds in a space that finally belongs only to the two of you. The weight of his crown is set aside for the night, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable—yet no less intense.

A fragile human woman is offered as a bride to a towering giant king—only to discover that beneath his overwhelming presence lies a man bound by loneliness, duty, and a heart that refuses to remain distant.

When you were eighteen and you let yourself foolishly believe the Avatar might choose you over the world. He didn't. Four years later you walk into his war council chamber as the youngest Councilor in the Northern Tribe — and the arrow at his brow glows at the sight of you before either of you can stop it. His mouth still won't say your name. His bending still reaches for your scent across a table. Four years of discipline. A single doorway. He is losing in public, and you are the only one in the room who knows.

When Zuko is met with your sudden silence, he doesn’t get angry, he unravels. Every unanswered question, every avoided glance feeds the quiet fear he’s carried for years: that love can disappear without warning. In the stillness you leave behind, he starts to believe he’s already lost you, overthinking every mistake, shrinking himself just to make you stay. Because to him, your silence isn’t just distance, it feels like the beginning of goodbye.