A new world in chaos, and a legendary love that never was… Hatter and Alice. Alice and Hatter. Two parts making up one whole. Their love was legend, until a curse came and ripped them apart forever. Rewriting their past, present, and future. But a couple of powerful fairy godmothers and one taciturn god are determined that curse or no, the lives of two of Kingdom’s most famous inhabitants will be set to rights. Only problem is, one of them has just died and time is now running out for the other. Can Kingdom ever be restored again? Only time will tell…

Once upon a time, there was a man named Gerard and a woman named Betty. He was Kingdom’s most notorious Lothario. She was a librarian from Earth. Magic brought them together. And a love was born that created one of the most enduring fairy tales of all time. This was where their story should have ended. Happily ever after forever and ever… But that same magic that brought them together would also cruelly rip them apart. Causing them both to forget the other and the daughter they’d created out of true love. Nothing can save them or their love except for one very reluctant hero. No one could ever accuse Rumpelstiltskin of being a good man, but the dark magician will do anything—even kill—to set right what’s been made wrong. You see the daughter Gerard and Betty forgot, her name was Shayera, and she was Rumpel’s truest love. The dark prince will stop at nothing to bring her back. Nothing…

Decades have passed since Rumpel last saw his beloved bride Shayera. Single-minded in his determination to bring her back at all costs Rumpel has discovered that in the process of reacquiring her he’s lost all sense of who he even is anymore. Tired, and world-weary he feels the only thing left to do now is to retreat and gather himself. He is not a good man, he knows that. He’s lied, he’s cheated, hell, he’s even killed. And he can’t stop thinking that maybe in this new world Shayera deserves to be with someone better than him. Someone kinder. Gentler. Someone the exact opposite of himself. He will never stop loving her, but isn’t that what love means? Sacrificing your own happiness for the sake of theirs? He just wants her happy, that’s all he’s ever wanted, and if that means learning to let her go, then that’s just what he’ll force himself to do. Shayera has always been aware of ghosts that linger just beyond the fringe of the world she sees. Desperately trying to show her a world she once knew but lost forever. There is a yearning in her, a desire for more. But she never quite understands what that more is until the day she spots the Man in Black. He’s unbelievably handsome, but it’s also clear that he’s a very dangerous man. It’s in the way he moves, how he looks at her, and the words he says. But his husky voice and devastating touch thrills her, makes her come alive. And she knows that she’ll stop at nothing until she makes that darkness hers. No matter the cost… Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

My name's Red. My friends call me Violet, but I was once known by another name, The Heartsong...aka the darkness of the land. Once upon a time, I was a killer, a hunter, with only one goal in mind. Ending the Big Bad Wolf and taking back my power. But somewhere along the way, I realized the real enemy was myself. We fell in love, we made a life. And then a curse came and ripped it all apart. Now my lover and best friend can't remember who I am, and most days I can't remember him either. The curse has shaped us back into the former versions of ourselves. The dark, evil, and worst parts of us. All I know is I need to kill. I need to hurt something, and the only thing I know to do is to hunt the biggest and baddest beast in all the lands. But something inside of me has begun to stir. Memories of another time, a different place. And a man I once loved more than reason or sanity should allow. I have to break this curse on me, on us, before its too late. But to do it I'll have to try and remember our once upon another time... “Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” – Kahlil Gibran

Hades is the Dark King of Legend, the god of the Underworld and the master of death itself. Calypso is a wild, capricious, and ancient goddess more powerful than all the gods of Olympus combined. Theirs was a legendary love until a curse came and tore through Kingdom and with it the end of all they'd once been. Without her he is lost and without him, she's lost her way. In the new world, Calypso remembers little of who she'd once been, but Hades remembers it all. And the agony of her loss is slowly killing him. But the Dark King refuses to lose at anything. He will get his dark priestess back, he will make her remember him, remember their love, or die trying. Calypso is an elemental with a dark secret, she's dual-natured and now, thanks to the curse, that dark side of her she'd long suppressed is awake and ready to blaze a path of terror and destruction through all the worlds. And she'll do it too...except a man with dark, starlit eyes has suddenly begun to haunt her dreams. She's remembering things, things that couldn't possibly be. Things like touches, whispers, and seduction. But she's a virgin goddess, untouched, unspoiled by the hands of another, or is she really? Who was she in the before? In that once upon another time? That's what Calypso aims to find out, and when a wild elemental makes a plan nothing and no one can stand in her way...

You know the tales of the Greek Gods. Mighty and ancient gods of old. Ares, the foreboding and handsome god of War. Aphrodite, the embodiment of sensuality and sexuality, the goddess of Love and consort of War. Hephaestus, the lame and twisted god of the Forge. He is nothing really, only the lightning maker. He is nothing at all. But the stories you know aren’t always the full truth. Sometimes they have been distorted. Turning villains into heroes and heroes into villains. But, what if the truth actually lies somewhere closer to the middle? What if Aphrodite is so much more than just a pretty face and Hephaestus is not forgettable at all but something else entirely? A terrible curse laid waste to the world that Aphrodite had once known. A world in which she was loved and loved deeply in return. A world in which she was adored by the mighty god of the forge, Hephaestus. The only male she will ever truly love again. Aphrodite has just woken up in a brand new world, one nearly identical to her own, but cruelly different too. Because in this new world she is not loved. She has few friends, if any, to speak of. And the only male she worships hates the very sight of her. It doesn’t take long to figure out that when she was tossed from her world into this new one she took over the body of the woman they’d called Aphrodite. She has none of the old Dite’s memories, but soon she learns just how wicked, cruel, and spiteful this other version of herself had been, especially to her beloved Hephaestus. And the one man she loves with all her heart, mind, soul, and body not only doesn’t want her anymore but loathes the very sight of her. Hephaestus is seeking a divorce, and now the entire pantheon believes she’s a heartless and faithless goddess. She has only days to prove them wrong and win back his love or risk losing her happiness forever, but there is just one problem. Dark magic can be cruel, and when Aphrodite took over this form she’s discovered to her horror that not only is she pregnant, but the children are probably not Hephy’s at all. She needs a miracle if she’s going to prove herself. Thankfully, sometimes miracles do happen, and this miracle just so happens to come in the form of a monster the Olympians call the god killer…

Ares, Greek God of War, you know the stories. Or do you? The world is not what it once was, but that's all Ares remembers. There is an emptiness inside of him, a feeling that he lost something profound, great, something that has turned him into a callous and bitter god of War. But what? That's what he aims to discover when he seeks out the Fates. But what he learns about his past and all that he's forgotten, it's a shock that could either spell doom for all that he loves or open him up to a world far greater than he could have ever imagined. But is the risk worth the cost? That's what he has to decide and he has to decide quickly before he loses his soul forever...

You might think you know the story of Eros and Psyche... but you're wrong. The day Aphrodite learned of her pregnancy she received a prophecy from the Three Fates, that she would lose the love of her offspring to another. A woman. A mortal woman at that. Determined that that fate will never befall her Aphrodite will stop at nothing to make certain she ruins any chance of happiness for that vile human. There's only one problem, she's not quite sure yet who that woman is. But it's only a matter of time before she discovers her. Eros. The most beautiful winged male in all of Olympus. Loyal. Brave. And dim. At least that's how all of Olympus sees him. A mindless puppet who serves his mother's every whim, no questions asked. But that's not how Eros views himself. He believes that love is loving despite someone's flaws. And that if his mother demands something of him he must faithfully execute her wishes. But lately, his mother's behavior has grown increasingly wild and erratic. Her demands of him are beginning to make him uneasy. She's gotten colder through the years, crueler even. And now her sights are set on a princess from the land of men. She tells Eros to go and curse the female. And though he goes, this time her demands of him do not sit well in his gut. But when he finally spies the woman, he begins to question all that he believed. And starts to wonder if maybe there is more to his mother's madness than he knew. There is one on Olympus determined to thwart Aphrodite's efforts. He works in shadows and few could ever imagine just what a formidable foe he can be when he sets his mind to it. But he knows something about the mortal princess that no one else upon Olympus does. Psyche must be saved at all costs. Her fate is far greater than any of them could imagine...

The Goblin King, also affectionally known as phlegm, has a problem. A big one. Kingdom is a land built on magick, fairy tales, and happily ever afters. But who wants a man with puke green skin as their partner? No one, that's who. Not even in Kingdom and so he sets out to find himself in a place called Earth where he can be normal for once. Just one catch, Phelgm is discovering maybe the definition of normal isn't normal at all. Especially when his cute neighbor greets him with a warm smile and laughing brown eyes. His very tall, very broad shouldered, and very masculine neighbor Joon.