A lesbian love story in which a laid back Aussie girl thaws out the Ice Queen's stone cold heart. Copyright © 2021 by crimsonclare

Poppy Bennett is jealous that Zoey, her supposed best friend, has been blowing her off lately to hang out with Hilary King. Wanting to get to the bottom of things, Poppy creates a plan to spy on Hilary in order to destroy her and Zoey's interest in her. How is she going to accomplish this? She is going to pretend to be Hilary's friend and sweeten her up to find out all she can about the girl in order to take her down. Can she pull it off, or will feelings get in the way?

It started as an infatuation of some sort. Then it became much more than just late nights with each other. There was disapproval for the relationship but that comes with everyone does it not? But this story could only be told right by us.

Ever since I can remember I've had a crush on the beautiful Claire Saunders, and basically everyone knows. Problem is, she's twenty-two years old and starting up her life and I'm still stuck in high-school. When her younger sister Margot and I are put in the same history class for the new school year, I seize the opportunity to see Claire as much I can. In order to get to Claire I have to befriend Margot, which proves to be harder than I thought. But Margot's stubborn withdrawn behaviour will not hold me back. Margot Saunders seems to put me through an entire whirlwind of emotions! ~ On Going ~

"So." She mused, sliding one black nail across her lip in a sensual caress as she stared at me with eyes the color of molten gold. "You are the one they call Huntress." Disregarding the pain in my side from the most recent beating, I straightened my shoulders and stood tall, my chin jutting out in defiance. "Yes." "Mm." Those intriguing eyes watched me from her languid position on the throne. "But, you are not just a huntress, are you?" I allowed the predatory instincts I usually worked so hard to keep hidden, to surface, feeling the burning of my eyes and shifting of bones under my skin. A slow grin slid across my face as my beast stared back at her through my human skin. The Queen didn't react to my sudden change of character, instead choosing to lean forward in interest. "How fascinating." • Once, the world was ruled by humans and technology. They were governed by a president that made choices for all. Vampires, werewolves alike hid their existence from the humans for centuries, blending in as a whole. Now, they hid no more. States are now territories governed by kings and queens, humans are regarded and used for no more than their blood and body before they are discarded and forgotten. Werewolves and vampires were at war, and it was said that the wolves had all been but snuffed out, save for one. When Adira is captured while hunting outside her homeland, she is unexpectedly sold to the Queen in the North. Wolf blood is sacred, it is said to hold inexplainable powers, and as the only wolf-borne known to humans and vampires alike, Adira fears for her life. Thrown into a world governed by everything she's been trained to hate, Adira fights for her rightful place in the world, a seat at the Queen's side. But proving her worth won't be easy, the price for failure is her life.

Betrayed, lost, broken. This is Azalea's reality now. Once a slave, now a warrior. A future queen tasked with the enormous weight of the survival of her race resting on her shoulders. The wolves are dying. When the vampires took over, the ancient race of shifters dwindled rapidly. The fought hard, but they were no match for the strength and numbers of the vampires. Then, they ran. Settling deep within the mountains, in the tunnels where a steady network of caves ran underneath a dormant volcano. Little did they know, the loss of the forest took a toll on them. Disease swept rapidly through their numbers, but their ability to shift dwindled until they could hardly even feel their wolves. Until finally the entirety of the power itself was snuffed out, rendering the remaining wolf-borne human. Well, all but one. The princess. Having reverted back to her true name while running for her life with a few hundred slaves at her back wasn't exactly easy for even the most seasoned of wolves. Especially since the one person she was running from could track her anywhere in the world. But there are things about the wolf princess that Elizabeth doesn't know, a wild untamable power seeking to be released just below the surface. Over the last two hundred years, her father has been reclaiming his kingdom, piece by piece. He has gathered allies from all over the world to fight the deadly vampire queen, Ravenna and her family. Tasked with the heavy burden of keeping her pack safe, along with tending to her broken soul, will she ever be the queen her people need her to be? One crazed queen, chasing down her mate. Another crazed queen, chasing down a weapon. Who will get there first?

Everything was gone. I sobbed, my clothes ripped and I was bleeding, but it didn't matter. I had to get to her, to them. Had to find- Struggling to stand, I grasped my side, biting back the scream that wanted to escape. I looked down at my hands and red coated them, blurring together until I couldn't see anything anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my panicked breathing to slow, until I felt in control of myself again. It had been so long, I thought as I turned my peeling and dry face to the sun, my fingers shaking as I struggled to make sense of them. For so long, I'd been a wolf, cursed. All that I was, or could've been had been reduced to nothing but an animal driven by instinct, bloodlust, thousands of lives met their ends at the edges of my razor sharp claws. I had no idea where I was, how much time had passed. My fingers touched something hard in the sand, and a jolt of information went through me as Queen Azalea's sword, gleamed as I pulled it free. My heart started to pound as sun glinted off of the blade, reflecting back at me. I nearly dropped the metal when I saw myself. I took a second look and saw white hair, caked with dirt, and yellow eyes, blue veins sparking in their depths. All at once, I remembered who I was. I remembered why I was here, how much time had passed. I am Azalea Marie Albescu, The Queen Alpha. A false queen sits on my throne, controls what's mine. I would have to make my way back to my pack, my family, and my home, if still there. I would rise again, as I had before, and reclaim what belongs to me. DISCLAIMER: AS WITH MANY OF MY STORIES, I DO IMPLICATE SITUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/ABUSE. Not in any way do I intend to glamorize this behavior, I write about these delicate and painful situations because I myself relate to them and will always fight for survivors, including myself. Thank you for your understanding and if you are in any way uncomfortable reading these stories, I encourage you to look elsewhere.

Hatspehut and Saryia have been married for four years now. To Hatspehut, life couldn't be better. She has a house, her loving, hot mate, a cute daughter, and her brothers and pack are all happy. The happy times don't last for long. War breaks out again, but this time the werewolf elders are in charge. Hatspehut and Saryia would care less if someone they both love wasn't in danger. When Jamie gets herself in trouble, Hatspehut and Saryia go off to war. With the great war about to consume the world will these two lovers be able to hold their family together? Or will the difference between Vampire and Werewolf break them apart? Note: This is the sequel to The Master's Pet. If you haven't read it yet, then do it. If you did read the first book then you know what to expect. First written in the fall of 2013.

You all know the epic love story of Hatspehut and Saryia. Now it is time for the next generation's story. It has been ten years since the war of the blood moon. Belle is now 17 years old and on the hunt for her mate. She finds her mate, but things get rocky for the couple. In this world where it is said "all species are equal", Belle and her mate will face the ugly truth behind it, and more important they have to survive physically, mentally, and emotionally. Note: This is the third book of The Master's Pet. If you haven't read the first two books then jump on it! Hope you enjoy this story. :) First written in the spring of 2014.

There is always a true beginning to every great story. Before Hatspehut and Belle were in Saryia's life it was just her and Jamie. This is their epic and long journey through the centuries. The epic love story you know didn't begin with love, it started in a village, in a church, with a judge's decision... Note: This is the fourth and final book of The Master's Pet. There are 3 books before this one, you got a lot of reading to do if you haven't read the other's. Since this is the end of the series I would like to hear everyone's opinion throughout the book. I want to see if you guys can finally connect all the dots. Enjoy the last stage of the journey. First written in the fall of 2015