Loche's fury was a bit scary and I sat back as his eyes lit up a fiery orange-red. Uh oh. "You think...you think I almost burned down an entire kingdom for you Estelle and you think I have the mind to go stick my cock in someone I do not love?!" "I am only saying this because that is what-" "-No! You listen and you listen well. This cock will only be between your legs and lips! I love you, woman. Do not listen to what others have to say. Listen to me and see my actions. I will behead myself before I touch another woman." ----------------------- A sheltered fae Princess blossoming into a Queen. A dragon prince taking his rightful place as King . Lochelan Magnus Eukyra is many things, but a possessive husband was not what he thought he would be. How can this newly crowned dragon King keep his gentle fae Queen safe from himself and the brutal realities of life in his kingdom? What happens when he cannot keep her safe and concealed in his arms?

**Fanfic Book 2 in the Darkness Series by @Daydream1011! You must read their first book to understand this one!** ‼️DISCLAIMER‼️ This is a fan fiction. Any names of people/ places were created by and are copywrited to @Daydream1011. I mean no disrespect or malice with my own take on the ending. This story will include mature language and themes so make sure you're mature enough to handle it. - - - Darkness and evil are not the same. One twists the very fabric of reality: Evil is twisted, foul, and something there is no hope in controlling. It will destroy you long before you succeed to control it. But the dark never. It is nor good nor evil. Not understandable and uncontrollable, but a power greater than you can even imagine. It sways it's own with a moral line that is blurred - a rift between good and bad. The weak will fail to endure its persistence, but the strong will demand its power. Power of an unbalanced and unimaginable origin. And I just had to go and fall for his darkness. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Life is... different now. Larkin James is more than pissed, since she knows the truth. Her supposed "love of her life" is not what he seemed and Deshua in Oregon will never be the same. Larkins escape to Vegas hardly dulls the pain of her heart. And yet she had to ignore all of that to ensure the sanity of the one person she, wether or not she liked it, can't live without. Even though one sicko is dead that doesn't stop the rest of the town wanting their heads on a stake. With her protective fallen angel breathing down her neck, her vision of past lives won't leave her alone. And just because there is an archangel's unearthly pocket knife tucked away in her jacket, certainly doesn't mean the roller coaster of Larkin's life is even close to the end. - - - Started April 2024 - - - Spice is promised *Constructive* criticism is welcome Thank you for giving my story a chance - XOXO your pretty, little Writer

My fate would no longer be dictated by the Gods and Goddesses that took shape in a world with more realms than known. I grew up in a society that shaped werewolf women inferior to feral men. Nicolai Darkling was no exception and neither was the men who raised me to be on the Werewolf council. He was a lie in the shape of a bond. A bond that many of you believed was genuine, and many of you thought I should have accepted. A rejection in a mate bond was never taken lightly. A bond the Kings and Queens of realms and ruins got wrong. There have always been two sides to one coin. The 'head' and the 'tail.' Some saw it as the one person owning one coin. Four coins, and only one lands on the good. The gods threw four coins on my fate. Or so I originally believed. Everyone else got one coin. So, why the fuck was mine an outlier in every realm? Nicolai Darkling, Elias Cardinal, Alastair Fawn...and Creed Legion. Who I now knew was Prince Creed Emberflame. Two of them harmed me more than I thought possible. Three of them are purebred royals who used me for their own self-righteous needs. Four claim to be mated to me. And only one of them is my true mate. My true name is Celestine Leviathan, House of Leviathan. Werewolf. Fire elemental. Survivor. The Houses in the elemental realm were demolished to form the four seasons and high kingdom.

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

The cold man fell in love with the kind girl because he knew that she deserved the world and that he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. ♡ Alette Faye was a sweet girl. She was exceptionally kind and had an air of simplicity. Between her part-time job at the bakery, her classes, her time spent tending to her flowers and walking in the fields, she didn't get the opportunity to experience much. Her past created fears in her that she seemingly couldn't overcome, and then she met him. For when she meets him, she should have run away in fear, but she stayed. She stayed and she opened her big heart for a man who found his heart, just for her. ♡ This story is a little cliché, a lot unedited, and super simple.

This book only has one chapter, and that is the mature, bonus material between Rex and Rose. Read His Flower first. This one shot is for the His Flower Original and does NOT coincide with the rewritten version!

Copyrighted 2014 #1 in Teens ~In the process of rewriting~ ~CHECK OUT THE REWRITE, its written far better~ Seriously the writing in this one is SO bad. "I will always protect you, Roza." Having a normal childhood was completely foreign to the two polar opposites Rosalyn Summers and Rex Turner. Both grew up with terrible pasts, both lived harsh lives, until now. Rosalyn was always the shy, quiet girl, always. Cliché in a sense, I know, but you can't necessarily blame her. Being forced from the only parent you ever knew as a child, only to end up in countless numbers of foster homes until you were twelve, would do that to anyone. Rose grew up believing that everything was her fault, that she was always the one that needed to say sorry. But not with Rex. Not with the boy she has had a crush on since before her family found her. The boy who swears to protect her at all costs. The boy she has fallen completely in love with. Rex's anger problems always got him into trouble, always. Until the little sweet-hearted Rosalyn Summers came bouncing into his life. He suddenly found himself doing anything he could to be with her, to talk to her, to protect her. It didn't take him long to realize that he had completely fallen head-over-heels for the clueless, adorable, defenseless girl. But with a few bad choices on his part, and the ever present fear of hers', will the people from his past threaten to take her away from him? Or will the people from hers' decide to do that instead? These two soon found out that they aren't as complete opposites as they thought. -Warning: This story has a few possessive, controlling men, sorry if you don't like that. ~follow the instagram page! @day_dream_1011 ~

Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* Highest rankings: #6 in Werewolf #1 in Wolves #3 in Featured He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*

Copyrighted 2020 **Book 2 in the Darkness Series! Must read first book to understand this one!** There is a difference between dark and evil. One that twists the very fabric of reality. Evil is corrupt, horrid, and something that must never thought to be controlled. In the end it will only destroy you. Darkness is different. Holding no good, nor evil. Unable to be understood or controlled, but thrumming with power far greater than one could imagine. It forces those under its reign to sway constantly over that moral line--the one that separates evil and light. Those that are weak will fall, those strong enough to stand its power demand control. It is an unstable, impenetrable force. And I couldn't help but love his darkness. -&- Things were... different now. Now that the cat's out of the bag, and Larkin James is more than a little pissed at the supposed 'love of her life'--Deshua, Oregon was never going to be the same. Larkin's brief reprieve in Vegas did little to dull that horrible pain inside her heart, but she must push all that aside to ensure the sanity of the one person she will never be able to truly live without. Just because one psycho is dead doesn't mean that the mortals of the town no longer want their heads on shiny silver platters. With a fallen angel breathing protectively down her neck, visions of past lives that just won't leave her the hell alone, and an archangel's unearthly pocket knife tucked uneasily away in her jacket, the roller coaster that was Larkin's life was no where near over. -&- **WARNING** This book WILL have mature, adult content! Please be aware of this before reading. If you are under the age of 17 DO NOT READ. If you can not handle mature scene DO NOT READ. You have been warned.

Copyrighted 2020 **Book 1 in the Darkness Series!** **Completed!** *Under construction* There was a creature locked away miles beneath the stone streets of Deshua, Oregon. A monster with the body of a man, jet black eyes of a soulless demon, and even darker feather wings cascading from its back. Those foolish enough to believe its unnatural, ethereal beauty would call it a fallen angel. The immortals who inhabited the town knew better. They knew to call it daemonium-demon. Forced asleep by a council who believed in the greater good, many revered the monster. Yet the town's eternal population was torn in two. Half awaited the day for the foretold cursed soul to come and resurrect their lord and the other half feared it just as much. And guess who got to be that lucky bitch. *No love triangle* -&- **WARNING** This book WILL have mature, adult content! Please be aware of this before reading. If you are under the age of 17, DO NOT READ. If you can not handle mature scenes DO NOT READ. You have been warned.