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The Summoner's Secret

Magic has returned to the modern world, and you're one of the few with the bloodline to wield it. Your power to summon legendary beasts is rare and dangerous, but all you want is a quiet life. Then your roommate Nate catches you summoning a griffin in the living room, and suddenly your secret is the center of everyone's attention.

The Dragon King's Heir

You were born with dragon blood and a voice that could command the skies, yet you grew up an outcast among elves. Now, with your mother gone, you've traced your father to the heart of the Dragon King's court. But the truth is a weapon, and everyone wants to wield it. The question is: will you claim your birthright, or let it consume you?

The Archmage's Inconvenient Heir

Six days before the Grand Conclave tears open every magical secret in Valdris Keep, you are standing in the Archmage's private laboratory holding a diagnostic crystal that just turned the exact shade of gold it should never turn. Lord Caelum Voss — the most dangerous intellect in three kingdoms, your employer, your childhood friend, and the man you have spent a week pretending that night never happened with — is already watching the crystal from across the room with the expression he reserves for problems he intends to solve completely. You have two choices: tell him the truth before his diagnostics do, or run — except the Healer's Oath won't let you get past the second floor.

Bonds of the Ashen World

Half of humanity is gone, and the rest are scavenging for scraps in a world that forgot how to be kind. You and your best friend Elias have survived this long by trusting each other, but the ruins are testing that trust. With supplies running out and a map to a rumored safe zone, you have to decide how far you'll go to protect the ones you love.

Blood Deal or War

You land at the airport and your phone explodes — forty-seven missed calls, a frozen share account, and a name you have never heard: Dorian Voss, the man who spent two years quietly buying debt, bribing board members, and filing injunctions while you were building your career overseas. The company your grandfather bled for is 72 hours from being carved up and sold to a ghost. You walk into the Hargrove Industries boardroom and he is already sitting at the head of your table, jacket off, sleeves rolled, like he owns the place — because right now, legally, he almost does.

The Prince's Dawn

One wild night at the Gilded Tankard, a few too many ales, and a stranger's warm embrace. You wake to sunlight and the weight of a royal signet ring on the nightstand. The man beside you is Kalister Sinclair, Crown Prince of the realm. You have minutes before he wakes — leave, or stay and face the crown.