Ravyn Ashthrone never asked to survive - not when survival meant being forced into the role of Luna for the Alpha who slaughtered her entire family and destroyed her pack. Trapped inside the BloodMoon Pack as a possession, not a person, every breath reminds her of what was stolen from her and the darkness she refuses to accept. So she runs - chased by the very wolves who turned her life into a nightmare. Bleeding, terrified, and determined, she crosses the forbidden border into the land ruled by the Waya Clan - the most feared and powerful pack in the kingdoms. And there, she crashes straight into Kohana Nightwolf - their ruthless Alpha, a warrior carved from war and shadows, a man known for his cold dominance and merciless strength. He is everything she was taught to fear... yet he becomes the only one willing to fight for her freedom. Kohana recognizes the fire in her amber brown eyes the mark of a rare and dangerous power tied to ancient prophecy, a fate that could tip the balance between peace and bloodshed. And when he claims her under his protection, he vows that no one will ever own her again.

The city never sleeps, but neither does a man with a deadline written in blood. In the shadows of Las Vegas, behind the smoke and the neon, Paxton Wolfe rules an empire built on secrets and fear. To the world, he's a casino mogul-untouchable, ruthless, impossible to know. To the ones who whisper in the dark, he's something far older. Alpha. Predator. A man bound by the oldest law his kind has ever known: find your mate before your thirtieth birthday, or lose your strength, your power... your life. Time is running out. With enemies closing in and betrayal circling like vultures, Paxton doesn't have the luxury of wanting-he needs. Needs the one woman who can anchor the storm inside him, the one bond strong enough to keep his pack and his empire from collapsing into ruin. But finding her in a city built on lies is dangerous. Keeping her alive will be worse. When Ripley steps into his path-sweet, stubborn, and blissfully unaware of the monsters hiding in plain sight-Paxton knows two things instantly: she's his...and she's in more danger than she can possibly imagine. The moment their worlds collide, she becomes the target. The pawn. The prize everyone wants to claim. He'll protect her. Possess her. Break anyone who tries to take her. But time is slipping through his fingers, and the line between salvation and obsession is razor-thin. In Las Vegas, the house always wins. Paxton Wolfe intends to make sure that house...is him. Highest Ranks- #1 in Werewolf on August 8, 2014 #1 in Humor on August 10, 2014 #1 in #Goodgirl on November 19, 2025

Tatiana knows that Commander Corik would never look her way. She's just an average worker in the Dollhouse, a place full of beautiful women that all orc fighters go to relieve themselves of their aggression. She is no one worth his time. But tragedy soon befalls them both, and he ends up making a grave mistake. He swears to her that he will make it right. However, Tatiana doesn't know what that entails. She doesn't even think he made a mistake! Corik won't hear it though. He swears to make it up to her and repent for his sins, whether she wants him to or not. XXXX Content Warning: This book contains depictions of mild dubcon elements, graphic violence, death, FL with low self-esteem issues, bullying, and sexually explicit content that may trigger certain audiences.

Après avoir été expulsé de l'armée, Butcher retrouve l'homme qui lui a tout donné. Mais sa trahison passée a laissé un goût amer dans leur relation. Il est sur la sellette et il le sait. Pourtant, cette fille, Lila, qu'il a rencontrée, ne facilite pas les choses. L'ordre est simple. La ramener au patron. Mais c'en est trop pour lui. La trahison fait à nouveau surface, sauf que le sauvetage échoue, car elle pense qu'il est ici pour la tuer. Six mois plus tard, dans la province d'Izmir, après un nouveau départ agité, les deux se retrouvent. À la recherche d'une guérison pour l'une. À la recherche d'un pardon pour l'un. ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ Il semble que la vie puisse mettre à l'épreuve ceux qui ne croient plus en elle.

|| WATTPAD FEATURED STORY || || WATTY'S 2018 SHORTLISTED || Zora was only a little girl when her mother raked out her left eye. A mauled princess, she is alive only because of her political marriage potential. In a world where misogyny reigns, there is little she can do about her situation. When Zora comes of age, she decides to take matters into her own hands, and plots the murders of her father and his proclaimed heir. Jurauk likes to eat people. His favorite part is the neck. Sadly, humans are getting a little scarce. Being the second heir of the mythical race of Nefari, it's his job to find the tastiest morsel and bring it back home on a silver platter. His only problem? His intended prey is willing to put up a hell of a battle. Start: 11/1/17 End: TBC highest: #71 in fantasy #1 in The FaeFolk's November 2017 Book of the Month cover by me

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

Deux inconnus, Un amour brûlant, Des cendres, Des restes, Une flamme aux couleurs vives qui brûle un amour trop puissant, des rêves et des cauchemars qui deviennent réels. Des événements du passé qui ressurgissent pour que la peur revienne leur faire face et qu'elle soit plus forte que la première fois. Mais un amour pur et véritable va t-il réussir à surmonter toutes ces épreuves une par une, main dans la main et surtout, ensemble. Les cendres et le renouveau, la brûlure et la mort sont les seules issues possible mais Aria et Treyo vont goûter aux deux parfums qui vont finir par avoir un mauvais goût. « Tu es ma lumière que j'ai réussi à attraper par la main et que je ne compte pas lâcher » « Ma lumière venait de s'éteindre » « Boom » ⚠️Ceci est une Dark Romance ⚠️ Le plagiat de mon histoire est strictement interdit, cet acte est punissable par la loi.

Sa date de naissance, son nom de famille, ses parents... Toutes ces choses, d'apparence banale, étaient tous ce qu'elle ignorait. Les seules choses qu'elle connaissait n'étaient que sa mère était morte à sa naissance, que son père était celui qui l'avait déposée aux pieds de l'orphelinat et... son prénom, Irène. À ce jour, seul l'orphelinat pouvait définir qui elle était. Mais, malheureusement, ce dernier lui sera bientôt un souvenir du passé. N'attendant pas grand-chose de cette nouvelle vie qui l'attendait, Irène avait décidé qu'elle se contenterait de vivre simplement dans cette ville qu'elle détestait tant, Londres. Seulement, lui en avait décidé autrement... Lui, cet homme que l'on surnommait communément le Dieu de la Mort. Hémon Turner. - ⚠️ ÂMES SENSIBLES À S'ABSTENIR (VIOLENCES, MOTS GROSSIERS & CARACTÈRES SEXUELS) ⚠️

Aucun d'entre eux ne s'attendaient à que cette soirée d'hiver bascule leur univers. Des secrets déterrés, des destins brisés...et si toutes les vérités n'étaient pas bonne à éclater ? D'un côté Elyo Keurton. Tueur à gages. Seulement un nouveau contrat pour lui. De l'autre Ryo Moreno. Séquestrée. Certainement l'unique chance d'une nouvelle vie pour elle. « Aide moi à me venger. » Se détester, s'allier, pour se venger. « Il ne s'agit plus seulement de toi mais de nous maintenant. » Quand la haine prend le dessus il ne reste plus qu'une seule issue. La vendetta, la seule et l'unique.