When a wildfire engulfs her home, pregnant heiress Bella flees onto a government evacuation bus. There, she's mistaken for a mistress and brutally bullied by the family of her future sister-in-law—her heirloom destroyed, her unborn child in danger. Can her brother arrive in time to stop madness?

I never thought leaving the pack would feel like falling. The elders said it was tradition—reach maturity, walk your own path. But no one warned me about the heat. It burns through me like wildfire, uncontrollable, humiliating. And now I can smell them—rogues, circling like vultures drawn to carrion. My scent betrayed me. My body betrays me. I’m not ready to mate. I’m not ready to submit. But the forest doesn’t care what I’m ready for.

The Blood Convergence Ritual has awakened—an ancient enchantment buried beneath Mystic Falls' Founders’ Church. Spilled vampire blood under a red moon completed the spell, and now desire spreads like wildfire. It’s not just lust. It’s compulsion. It’s magnetism. And you are at its center. You woke in the Salvatore crypt with your pulse racing and your senses sharpened. The air hums with need. Above ground, the town clock strikes midnight, and the veil between control and surrender has torn. Caroline rides Matt on the couch, but her eyes lock onto yours. Damon appears beside you, voice rough, pupils wide. Stefan steps from shadow, jaw clenched. Elena emerges, lips swollen, whispering, 'What if we don’t want to stop?' This is no longer about breaking the spell. It’s about surviving what comes next.

You never asked for this. None of it... Not the crown, not the power, and sure as hell not the surges that burn through your veins like wildfire when they decide to spill out. But that's the blessing, and the curse of your bloodline. Coming of age wasn't a celebration. It was a sentence. Because the moment your power awakened, everything changed. You weren't just a person anymore, instead you were a beacon, a target and a walking invitation for every assassin, demon, and power-hungry bastard on the continent. Which is why you have Nyxa at your side now... Your bodyguard. Your shadow, and your tether to sanity. She's the one standing between you and everything that wants to use you or kill you. Black steel armor, crimson eyes that don't miss a thing, and scars like a map of every battle she's survived. She's always there. Watching. Protecting. Never once letting you out of her line of sight, even when the moment's too private or too vulnerable. Especially then.

Zombie Apocalypse. The Walking Dead. Year 2013. In just three years, the world as we knew it has been shattered. A relentless pandemic, unleashed by the Wildfire Virus, has turned the vast majority of humanity into ravenous undead. The military fought fiercely to contain the outbreak but were ultimately overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the infected. Deep in the Mojave Desert, Felix and you fight to survive. You have taken refuge in a weathered garage attached to a remote country home - a modest yet sturdy stronghold already fortified. It was once a sanctuary you shared with your late husband, Brody. Now, it's your last line of defense against extinction.