When a malevolent witch wakes up two-hundred years later in a completely different England, she has to solve the mysteries of her past with the help of an old immortal nemesis before her true enemies get to her. *** In 1822, Lady Aster Byrne is considered the most powerful witch in all of England for her ability to step into dreams and manipulate dreamers. But the night of the massacre changes it all. She thought she died, but she didn't. She just slept for two centuries. Two-hundred years later, she wakes up in Genesis City, one of dozens under the Saint Society. She's told that while she slept, witches had survived the huntings and won the war against the vampires. Ever since, the society had thrived, creating borders to keep them safe from the ferals who survived the war. Now that she's awake, she's no longer just the powerful witch who can navigate dreams and nightmares. She's now the possible answer to immortality. And from the moment she wakes up, Aster gets the royal treatment only given to Astrals. That is until she discovers something that will turn her from worshiped to hunted. Something is wrong with her. And something is definitely awry in this new world. As Aster tries to figure out what really happened to her two-hundred years ago, she comes face to face with Harald Evensen, a cold, immortal piece of vampire she hated then and forever. He betrayed his coven to be part of the Saint Society for a very good reason. And part of that reason is her. As much as she wants to have nothing to do with him, she needs him. Being the only one who had lived for the two centuries she was asleep, he has answers to her past. And he has blood to offer. Whether Aster likes it or not, her life depends on both.

Some things are deadly when broken... Sold for the price of a pig, trained into the most expensive male escort in the peninsula, Hasheem, the Silver Sparrow of Azalea, finds himself running from his hard-earned life of privilege when a woman decides to die in his room. Forced to escape through hostile territories belonging to desert warriors, Hasheem runs into Djari, the immovable daughter of a tribal chieftain who offers him protection in exchange for an oath of lifetime servitude. Prophesied by her oracle brother as the one born to end the centuries-long war between her people and an empire, Djari's precarious destiny plunges them both into the blood sport of power, politics, and warfare that exacts heartbreaking sacrifices in exchange for peace. CONTAINS VIOLENCE, STRONG LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT Amazon Bestseller #1 in Fantasy Anthologies #1 in War Fiction #1 in Asian Myth and Legend #1 in Asian Literature Wattpad contests: #Fantasy Winner - Aesthete Awards 2020 #1st in Fantasy - Chaos Awards 8 2020 #1st in Fantasy - Majestic Wings Awards 2019 #1st in Adventure- Ace Awards 2020 #2nd in Fantasy - Gothica Awards 2020 #2nd in Fantasy - The Ruby Awards 2019 #2nd in fantasy - Majestic Awards 2019 #3rd in fantasy - The Wolf Awards 2020 #3rd in fantasy - Fabulous Awards 2019 #3rd in Fantasy - Genre Awards 2019 # Honorable mention (all genre) - The Genre Contest 2019 # Top ten finalists (all genre) - The High Tide Awards 2019 FEATURED ON @fantasy profile reading list FEATURED ON @adventure profile reading list. FEATURED ON @newlywrittenbooks profile reading list. FEATURED ON @storiesundiscovered Garnet reading list 2019 FEATURED ON @ultimatewriters Wanderlust & Ventures reading list FEATURED ON @psychologicalnovel reading list FEATURED ON @badassreads reading list FEATURED ON @wattpaddarkfantasy reading list

(Book 1) Blackwood. The name of Wrenley Nightingale's new mate. Her pack is in desperate need of trainers, of warriors. She is their sacrifice. She is given so that the pack may receive security once again. No one told her that he wouldn't treat her like a mate. No one told her that she would now lead an existence that relies on baring his pups. No one told her that his heart was already taken years ago, that she would have to work to claim it as her own.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

Gabryel has risen from the ground together with the other four Nosferatu Disciples to prepare for the wakening of an ominous predator about to reign havoc across the lands. However, rising from the ground only intensifies his need for a peculiar pet he thought he could handle but deep down inside, he feels the blood-bonding he has with her, is not a normal one. As he races against time to stop the menace from surfacing, he can't help but seek out the little pup that has brought distraught and confusion in his life for answers. Corleen swore never to step foot again in the Enchanted World because of the rising of Gabryel. However, she finds herself spirited back to that place when she finds out that what is happening to the Wolves in the Human Realm is connected to the Enchanted World. Things spiral out of control when she re-enters the Enchanted World and resorts to hunting down the one thing that keeps plaguing her dreams and leaves her in distress. If she succeeds, she would be free from his bond and control, but if she fails, she might be in the entanglement for good.

Ivan has hunted a beast for years, and everything he knows about William comes back to Lianne - the beast's first victim, his only survivor and his next target. The plan is simple: protect Lianne, kill William when he comes. But protecting Lianne is anything but simple. Whispers follow her like shadows: of a Lady of the Lost, of her curse and her miracles. Demons prey on her at night. The toll of William's victims continues to rise. And when she speaks to Ivan's wolves, her words restitch their wounds with a hope he hasn't seen in his Pack for years. When William finally shows for the reckoning, Ivan finds everything he loves tested. Just how much can he sacrifice for one woman? Content/trigger warning: This story contains mentions of rape, self-harm, suicide, miscarriage, and drug use. [[word count: 150,000 - 200,000]] Cover designed by @Eunkyung_art

Life Lesson #1: If you are planning on going to a nightclub in the middle of sketchy, dark woods, don't. Life Lesson #2: If there are too many attractive, healthy people in said nightclub, be alarmed and rethink Life Lesson #1. Life Lesson #3: If you were foolish enough to ignore rules 1 and 2, I suggest you haul ass. Aeress is one of those special people who obviously need a couple more life lessons... ----------------------------------------------------------------- He chuckled. It was dry but it was an addictive sound. "No," he brought his nose against her collar, "not at all." His lips skimmed over her exposed skin. She sighed at his touch, riding the sweet, overwhelming waves that came with. "You've barely touched me," Aeress had her hands skimming up the back of his neck and in between his strands. "And I'm falling apart." His voice was a little hollow and this worried her. "The bond we have is responsible for that." She tugged at him until he looked up. For a moment she just basked in how handsome he was. "I don't think so," she leaned in for a kiss, "I think that you are just about the most fascinating man I have ever met. And we have only just met. I don't think a bond can simply erase the will of an independent woman like me." His eyes came to life with a blazing fire. He closed the distance between them and kissed sensation back into her body, setting off every nerve in her flesh. Everything came to a boiling point, sizzling with need. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ °°MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT OF ALL KINDS, AND I MEAN ALL KINDS°° Highest Rank: #7 in Werewolf, #79 in Romance

In a world of monsters, is it possible to find the beauty in each other? Ice melts... Power ignites... Bonds forge... Just in time to clash with the impending storm on its way. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "I think you have lost your mind," Soren suddenly muttered. Then it happened: Annika grinned. A glowing warmth lit inside, heating her cold interior. There was something extraordinary about the simplicity put into a grin. The anguish lessoned, and suddenly anything was possible. Surely the sky could fall if Annika could smile? "What makes you say that?" She asked as she continued her movements. The grin acted as a soothing balm on her aching heart. Annika might've been crazy to become so easily uplifted by an everyday facial expression, but crazy seemed like a much better term to be than slave. "Only a lunatic would approach me in my slumber." His eyes remained shut, and he didn't object to her petting, so Annika didn't stop. "Well... you wouldn't know if you were asleep?" "Mmm," the sound vibrated like a guttural hum, "I awoke the second you entered." "Did you?" Annika asked as she turned her head to study his face, but this time, his eyes were open, revealing those beautiful pits of colorless depths. --------------------------------------------------------------- (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT OF ALL KINDS *EMPHASIS ON THE ALL PART*) Highest Rank: 48 (thanks to you beautiful creatures)

Lady Eliza Turner has no interest in finding herself a wealthy husband, she has her books, her best friend Charlotte, and plenty of opinions on what society expects from her. When her curiosity gets the better of her, and she ends up in a compromising position with the desirable Duke Harrington she must use all her wits and charm to survive the scandal she has created. Jasper Harrington doesn't enjoy attending social occasions especially when opinionated women think that it is acceptable to criticise him, but there is something about Eliza that he can't quite bear to part with. Are this odd couple going to find a happy ever after together or apart?

Elizbeth Anne Humphrey wants a husband. Her expectations are not outlandish; all she asks is that he be reasonably handsome, reasonably wealthy and completely kind. Her brothers have offered their assistance, and it's given her hope that perhaps there is a man out there who might want her for a wife. But alas, the first man she meets after recommitting to the battle against spinsterhood is reasonably handsome, reasonably naked and completely soaked through and stranded on their front steps. He also has a head-wound and no memory of who he is, but Elizabeth Humphrey has larger mysteries to solve; namely, the mystery of who she might marry. Wattys 2022 Entry Completed: March 2022 (~83000 words)