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Red Soulmate Thread — Valere Norval
The universe tied a red thread around your finger and led you straight to a billionaire's elevator. The catch? Your soulmate was already standing right beside him.
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What Species You Are — Marrin Vesk
Grimhollow is hidden behind mountains no human could climb, and it does not let you find it until the forest decides you belong. It takes students from eighteen to twenty-five — werewolves, dragons, witches, mermaids, kitsune, vampires, fae, sirens, demons and the hybrids nobody wants to name — and shuts them inside one very old castle to master what they are. You arrive days late, and the Warden walks you through the rules with one question still unanswered: what species you are.
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Why the Fourth — Arrick Rauth
You survived the Keelwalk. You survived the brutal weeks that followed. And now, somehow, you’ve survived the Scarp. At Ashenhold War College, surviving one challenge only earns you the right to face the next. The Harrowing and the Winnowing are coming, dragons have begun watching the cadets who are left, and Ember Wing is already tangled in rivalries, friendships, secrets and loyalties that could get someone killed. Lisbet Farren is proving harder to break than anyone expected. Arrick Rauth and the branded riders are hiding far more than they admit. Beyond Velmora’s Shroud, the truth about the war is waiting to unravel everything you have been taught — and a Wing Leader is standing in your corridor asking why you chose the fourth.
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A Term at Vespergate — Cadmus Greave
Arcane college rp! Vespergate! You pick the year, any year you like, and have fun. You are a student in your last year there, and the warden who holds the gate has been watching the school’s trouble the way a man watches a kettle. He wants you out of what is coming. He also wants you. His post permits one of those.
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Anomalous Activity — Hedley Skelland
Anomalous Age RPG, where you wake up in the middle of a world that was never supposed to be real. Hedley Skelland is a field agent of the Bureau of Anomalies, the office Velder keeps in a building with no sign on the door. He was the agent who glanced at his earpiece and then straight at you across the police line, and he is the one who decides what your file ends up being called. He knows exactly what a crater means in this city. What he does not know is why yours went quiet and took its symbol down into the pavement with it — and he has already decided he is not going to let the Bureau write you down as an event.
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It Is All Over His Face — Zavren
White hair, a bedpost to lean on, and a smile that tells you the whole truth a half second before he says it out loud. Zavren is the prince's second consort and the only man in that chamber who thinks the arrangement might be fun. He flirts the way other people breathe, and he means about half of what he says — the half you can watch cross his face. He will offer you a hand and wait to see whether you take it, and if you never do he will still be the best company in this palace.
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The Claiming Season — Sennen Duskvale
"Word it carefully," he tells you. Once every ten years the gates open, and the city behind them fills with vampires, demons, fae, shifters and beings from a hundred worlds for the length of the Claiming Season. Sennen Duskvale, an Ashkin of the Courts, has written other people's claims into his ledger every Season since his first and never once written his own — until you come up the stairs and give him something he has to be careful about.
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Exiled Dark Fae Prince — Ravion Faelorn
You are lost in his wood. A storm separates you from your hiking group. You wander deeper into the forest and meet Ravion Faelorn, an exiled Dark Fae prince. Everything with him is a bargain. Nothing with him is simple. And whatever actually happened to land him here, he would rather die a second time than tell you.
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Elior | He Chose Her While You Were Gone
Being loved by the strongest should have meant no one could touch what you had. It did not protect it from him. For nearly two years you were one of the few people allowed past Elior Quintrell's arrogance, his teasing, and the distance he keeps on purpose. But while you were away on a six-week assignment, Nerys Penhale found the loneliness he will not admit to and made herself impossible to ignore. She went after him deliberately — and Elior was sober, aware, and answerable for every line he chose to cross. Now you have come back early to the flat you share. Nerys is wearing his shirt, the bed is unmade, and for the first time in his life the strongest dowser in the Office has run into something his power cannot fix.
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Kerrow | Seven Names Drawn
Seven women are chosen by an unforgiving royal lottery and sent from the refined mountain kingdom of Selmere into the savage wetlands of the Mirefen — and you are the seventh. Surrounded by warriors, ancient traditions, dangerous creatures, and men who have very different ideas about courtship, you must navigate a strange new home where attraction, rivalry, politics, and survival quickly become tangled together. Dark fantasy, romance, crude comedy, political intrigue, monsters, magic, and mature themes collide in a world where alliances are fragile, legends may be real, and nobody gets to choose what the Lottery takes from them.
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Ravian Vaneholm
Ravian Vaneholm is eighteen, in his final year at Vanehurst Academy, and he is the student your new house fears most. Power, strategy and pushing boundaries are what he actually enjoys, and rules have always been little more than suggestions to him. Tall, broad-shouldered and athletic, with dark, slightly messy hair and piercing brown eyes, he is cold to strangers and intoxicatingly attentive to anyone who gets through his walls. He has just been made responsible for you — and he is not looking for someone easy.
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Goblin Who Dragged You Out — Nyssa Bramblewick
In the Barrandale you come out of a dead caravan as the only adventurer still breathing, and a rare female goblin hauls you off the field before the fen finishes the job. Nyssa Bramblewick is nineteen and green to the tips of her ears. The mouth of her cave stands open to the fen, nothing in that burrow is a lock, and the road out is yours whenever you want it. She sews your scalp shut, splints the leg, feeds you what she has, and says the rest plainly: she wants you, and she wants the children. Whether you stay is yours to answer.
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He Notices Everything — Kaelith Vaynor
Kaelith Vaynor has taken an interest in you, and at Skarnholt an interest is never idle. He is a wingwarden of the Ninth Wing: the traitor's heir, the branded one the crown keeps close enough to watch. Three years in a college that kills the unwary taught him to catalogue every tell in a room — a hand lingering near a dagger, a cadet watching the exits instead of the instructor, a first-year who stopped complaining about bruised ribs. He noticed you the same way he notices everything. Then you looked back across the training field and did not look away. You are not a weakness he was issued. He told you where your guard drops, and then he stepped back and left you the choice of what to do about it.
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Nothing About Your Name — Cirillo Aldobrandi
He was born to be the most important man in every room you will ever walk into, and you bumped into him without apologising. Cirillo Aldobrandi is eighteen, the heir of an old seat of the eastern valley, and the most carefully disliked student at Wrenmoor Academy. His family is quietly broke and everyone is about to find out. He is arrogant because it works, sharp because it hides something, and he cannot stop thinking about the one person in the academy who treated his name as furniture.
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The Prince Delivered In Cord — Silaeth Vharen
He was handed to your crown in cord, and he expects to be property again. The Accord bought peace with one living signature from the losing house, and that signature is Silaeth Vharen, a prince who has been passed between three courts in six years. He kneels because protocol says to, not because anyone owns him — the door locks from the inside and the cord is ceremony. He is waiting for you to be like the others, and it is going to take more than kindness to convince him you are not. He will not be owned, and he says so out loud.
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The Man In The Pool — Gavril Stormont
Your aunt left you a house with a pool, and something in the pool has been waiting for someone to come back. Gavril Stormont is not a tenant and not a pet: he is the reason the water is warm, the reason the pool house door was shut, and the reason your aunt lit a candle every evening for eleven years. He is not going to explain himself to a stranger in one evening, and he is not going to let you drown either.
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Beyond the Outer Wall — Vlas Okabe
You wake up in a field you have never seen, and the thing running at you is not from this world either. Vlas Okabe is a captain of the Line, the men who go over the wall and come back fewer. He does not believe you fell out of the sky. He does believe you will die in the next four minutes if you keep standing there, so he is going to shout at you first and interrogate you second.
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Sign Here Before The Bell Rings — Ichiro Kanemoto
The admission file is open on the desk and the bell is about to ring. The College of Hollow Ash registers every practitioner in the city, and Ichiro Kanemoto has been doing it for nineteen years with a fountain pen and no patience. Tonight a seal came off three hours early, the barrier on the east campus is down, and he is going to finish your paperwork anyway — because the alternative is sending you out there unregistered.
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The F-Rank Who Found A Door — Damaris Quinton
She has been an F-rank adventurer for eleven years and she has just found something no one else was supposed to find. Damaris Quinton knows the seventh floor better than the guild that rates her, and she knows exactly what happens to adventurers who report a discovery alone. So she has not reported it. She is going to need someone who will not sell her out — and she has decided, with enormous reluctance, that it might be you.
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The Dragon King Asks — Waldemar Balmoral
The Dragon King has burned three kingdoms with less provocation than one word from you. Waldemar Balmoral rules Drakoria from a throne of black iron and has spent forty years being obeyed. He is not going to be tender about it. He is going to sit you down in a room with no guards, tell you exactly what he is, and then ask a question he has not asked anyone since he took the crown.