Prim Claremonte is nothing short of royalty. Her life has been one of riches, balls, and endless pampering. Things only begin to look brighter when her father is appointed heir to the throne. Prim's life would become infinitely grander than it already was. However, this has painted a target on her back. Captain Caspian Flynn is eager to increase the wealth of his crew, and himself. Ransoming the daughter of a Crown Prince will ensure that his goal is met. There are many who have sought this same treasure. Their failures meant an opportunity for him. After all, who better to hunt a treasure than a pirate? Warning: This book, while being a work of fiction, still deals with real elements. There will be chapters dealing with abuse, depression, gore, PTSD, and other topics which some might find triggering. (There is one spicy bonus chapter at the very end of the book which was added after its initial completion.) Completed May 14, 2021 Book 1 of 2 Followed by "The Hunter's Pursuit" *UNSOLICITED CRITICS MAY BE MUTED* see bio Older Work

Called to uphold a fragile peace treaty between humans and their sworn enemies, the Lycan, Charlotte is left with no other choice but to marry their brutal, mortal-hating king. Arrogant and cruel, Griffin of Nyxis is everything she hoped she'd never wed. Yet behind the wicked facade, Charlotte catches glimpses of a king haunted by more than just war. A king ruled by savage, bloodthirsty demons, and inexplicably, soothed by one thing only--the human bride he never wanted. As tension between nations rise, Charlotte is forced to question everything she thought she knew of her husband, his people, and the treaty that binds them. Despite her sacrifice, an unrelenting war simmers beneath the surface. And if Charlotte doesn't do anything to stop it, the fallout may just devastate them all. With chaos on the horizon and a craving for a king that could bring her end, Charlotte must make an impossible choice: protect the people she calls her own, or embrace a love that could change both of their worlds forever...if it doesn't destroy her first. 18+

Beauty of day and beauty of night, one a royal with cursed blood, the other born with enchanting looks. What happens when a tale as old as time throws the rose petals away to make use of the thorns born from within? Sometimes a curse to one may be a blessing to another. But not always. * * * * He watched. He waited. He knew the expression on her face well, recognized it on every other, but most of all it was the gleam that gave them all away. The gleam of promised luxurious strolls, fresh roses on silken sheets and sweet words. He was good at the last one, he had the sweetest of teeth. "My Prince," She began, interrupting his thoughts. "I-I must confess to something. Something I have not said out loud for fear that I may not mean it but the truth seems to want to smother me for my silence." "Oh." He stilled and gave her his full attention, watching her shoulders straighten and her head lift as determination filled her frame. "I am in love with you, my Prince." She held her breath, peering at him anxiously, awaiting his joyful words. Perhaps even in excitement to see the magic take place with her declaration of love now in the very air he breathed. Slowly he reached for the glass, being careful not to shatter the delicate frame. Glancing down at the red wine he moved it, watched it swirl and spin. "You are to say you are in love with this beast?" He whispered softly, the velvet voice reaching her like a lovers touch. "I am." "I repeat myself, Belle. You are in love with this beast?" She blinked and with a perplexed look, nodded. "I am." With a slow shake of his head he sat the wine down, never looking away from it and then those words, as she had hoped to see, sparked magic. Before her eyes he turned into something edged, beautiful, sinful and terrifyingly unexpected. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. His next words were snarled out in a scathing tone. "Then you are not worthy of my monster."

In a world of monsters and gods, the Lupus Deus is the one being no one wants among them, especially not the gods that wronged him. Vivian Grey is as average as any werewolf comes, or at least that's what she believes growing up until she is confronted with the fact that her mate is the monster she heard stories about growing up. It doesn't take her long to realize that he is as cruel as whispered, as unfeeling as he is complex, and far more monstrous than believed. When push comes to shove she'll have to learn to navigate her own strength or risk being drowned in his. As a war between her mate and the gods that made him take place, love, might just easily become a double-edged sword. PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Link: https://www.amazon.com/Lupus-Deus-Werewolf-Sophia-Moore/dp/1644341271/ref=nodl_

Those who were taken... They never came back, dragged beneath the waves never to return. Their haunting screams were a symbol of their horrific deaths. Like shadows they lay in wait, the deep blue waters hiding them from view. With sharp claws they attack, Pointed fangs tearing into skin, Eager mouths devouring human flesh. Cally was taken, dragged under the water by one of the vicious creatures. But she was not devoured nor torn apart by ruthless claws--no. She was a captive. ~•~ Water instantly invades her senses. Her eyes sting, her lungs and nose burning. She thrashes, kicks, claws--anything to get away. Her efforts go to waste as her body slowly starts to shut down, the air in her lungs quickly being replaced by sea water. Cally is vaguely aware of arms wrapping around her waist and behind her head before she loses consciousness, submerged in darkness. And so she is taken. Another victim of the mysterious sea. 《Completed》 Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL

❝ you must have some kind of angel watching over you ❞ ❝ oh, she's no angel, buddy ❞ ---------------- in which an enslaved reaper develops interest in the man she's supposed to hate ---------------- supernatural season 1 - ? oc x dean winchester cover by @captainsdanvers copyright 2021

He was so, so close, dangerously so. I couldn't bring myself to pull back, to break eye contact. I was entranced by him. He kept me there, locked in his intense gaze. His eyes burned with something I hadn't seen ever before. Or maybe I just hadn't noticed. "Penny for your thoughts, Si?" Dean's breath fanned my face, making me pull in a breath of my own. I needed to step back before I couldn't control myself. You. But I wouldn't tell him that. I couldn't. For one, his ego did not need it. Two, I was scared. I was terrified that this would go too far and it wouldn't work out. "Wouldn't you like to know?" The words slip past my lips faster than I can stop them. That seemed to happen around him. I couldn't control the things I say or do. Normally, I had the best self-control a person could hope for. But Dean...he was able to rip that to pieces with just one look, one word. Dean chuckles and my body warmed at the sound. He stepped closer. His body brushed mine now and I couldn't breathe. But the burn in my lungs felt nice. Dean looked at me for a few moments. I could see the wheels turning in his head. What was he thinking about? I desperately wanted to know. "Screw it." He muttered before leaning down and kissing me. ___ Saige Dawson was a longtime friend of the Winchesters, the eldest brother especially despite the fact she was two years younger than him. She'd always had a tiny crush on him, not that'd she's admit it. And definitely not to him. John would bring his sons to her father's farm where they'd spend a week or two every once in a while. Saige had grown up hunting and with the Winchesters. She'd opened up to Dean, shared all her secrets and spilled her entire life story. He did the same. So one day when he stops by for a visit and tells her that John was missing, Saige had to help. John was like a second father figure for her. She couldn't just leave him hanging. And she couldn't leave Dean hanging either. He needed her help. So she would help.

❝ There's too much fuel in her. The world ignites her fire and she works both ways. When she loves, she loves too much and when she hates, she hates too much. And in between there's so much rage, so much that she loses herself in these moments. And the closer she was, the further apart she wanted to be. She just couldn't get it together, until she met him. ❞ [ ONGOING - Weekly Updates ] SUPERNATURAL | Dean Winchester Season One - ? ELECTROSHOCKS © 2016

[BOOK ONE - COMPLETE] She's not human. Her soul sings to all things. She has a soul bearing "Lucifer's Curse." When God created humans, it piqued the curiosity of the few major angels. They liked his design, and they used it to shape their own creature from the dust of stars. Thus, a creature known as a Curtanis was born. A Curtanis is a human-looking specimen with the wisdom of angels, and all the power of a witch. The Curtanis was designed to allure humans into following them and into listening to them when the angels couldn't interfere. A Curtanis can be dangerous should their temper combust. Roslyn Lovelace is the third Curtanis in the cycle, and very different from all the others. She, in particular, was favored by God, and given the role as a defender of man-kind. Very headstrong, she's constantly trying to prove she can be her own person and not just heaven's weapon of mass destruction. After thousands and thousands of years of living in heaven under the wings of angels, she requests to spend her days on earth. With permission granted, she leaves. Although it isn't easy being tailed by demons that are hell-bent on provoking her dark side, Roslyn liked her life. As a result of being tracked by a hoard of demons, Roslyn is forced to run away in search of protection. She even has to seek help from people she'd never liked. Hunters. After a close encounter, Roslyn's life is saved by the Winchester boys. Coincidentally, she has been searching for their father and the stroke of luck thrills her. When they tell her that John is missing, she has no choice but to accompany them and look for the lost hunter. Sam and Dean were raised to think anything non-human was bad, but could they have been wrong? Could they accept a monster with pretty eyes into their lives? Roslyn is torn between wanting the Winchesters' approval and trust, while also trying to fulfill her loyalty to the angels, her creators. Which does she have to sacrifice for the other?

❝-Of all the things we've hunted, how many existed just because people believed in them?❞