The Enchanted World is unsettled and Zach finds himself in a tight knot when the one female he loathed with all his being for robbing him of his previous life comes to ask for his help. All Zach could think about was to bite off her head but deep down, somehow, his soul still recognized her as his mate. Asari believes that he is strong enough to stand with the Mortal Locks and defend the Enchanted World against the awaking menace but doesn't share the information as to how he got to that point. Out of frustration, Zach gives Asari an ultimatum that could lead to the downfall of the world's greatest assassin. He agrees to go down the rabbit hole that uncovers dark and deadly secrets as they race against time to stop one of the deadliest enemies from stepping on the Enchanted Lands.

"Don't you understand?" the look in his eyes made her want to cry. "I cannot just leave you. The curve of your smile is etched into my soul. The shape of your hands are all I can think of when I look at my own. The color of your eyes is all I can see when you are gone. I cannot live without you. I don't know how." Sequel to "Alpha Jax" ~~~~~~~ Cover by the wonderful @kaori_nakahodo

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.

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.

His Dark Embrace - Rewrite (There will probably be the odd typo here and there. Will be fully checked once completed.) "Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being." Never allow yourself to look in to their eyes... Never touch one of them without permission... Never speak unless spoken to... Do not trust them... Do not be tricked by their words of reassurance or promise... Never let them in... Intuition. We believe it guides us. We believe to follow our hearts and not our heads. We believe in miracles. Intuition... It blinds us. Don't let it blind you... The beasts were made of the shadows and the darkness that lingers in the corner of your eye at night. It's mouth bristled with row upon row of jagged knife-like teeth ready to rip and tear. It's eyes were black. They came and conquered the lands, claiming territories between themselves. But the main thing they wanted to claim was simple... It was a mate.

I thought I had met the angel of death himself as I lied on the cold ground dying...but death wanted to save me. With a face like his, I would never sleep again without seeing it in my dreams and I would never forget how caring and lovingly he held me as he saved my life. I don't know how he did it but I woke up to a world I always knew but never experienced it in the way I did after he cured me. He's gone, out my life but he visits me in my dreams and I know that one day, he will find me...I can't wait for that day. He is Rayn; my very own Angel of Death. My name is Olivia Wright and this is my story.

Everything I ever had and known was taken away from me. My family, my life, my identity, everything. Alpha Kannon was the main reason for it. He tortured me for years and over the years, I've grown more afraid of him, but it will never amount to how much he fears me and what I am or was capable of. He was afraid of us Lycans but never let it show. The only reason I'm alive is because of my wolf but even she holds fear to him. I thought he would eventually kill me and at times I would even welcome the idea.. That is until HE found me.. Until HE saved me. NOT A PERMANENT DESCRIPTION. WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR YOU! I REPEAT, PLEASE DO NOT ENTER THIS BOOK WITH THE INTENTION OF ALREADY NOT LIKING IT AND LEAVING HATE COMMENTS.

***coming soon*** Kathryn and Joel Rifkin's Story

In a world where power rules, pure-blood werewolf Clans are considered royalty. A mating with a werewolf different from your Clan is deemed a law broken by the Elders and the mating itself is said to be cursed. Passed down from generation to generation the unsaid rule of mating within your blood-bounds has been strengthened to its core and the werewolf Clans flourished. But a dark force is moving to oppose this law. It breathes and it controls. He is Demetrius. And he intends to twist the concept of mating forever. *THE PICTURE USED IN THE ABOVE COVER BELONGS TO ITS APPROPRIATE OWNER AND IT IS NOT MY OWN*

It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start, echoing around the world like a dreadful reminder. Anyone, human or not, who heard the screams of pain and terror would know that once again, The Event had started. Routines were the same everywhere. Mothers would usher their children into their homes, whether big or small, while fathers and father figures alike would silently protect and pray; pray that The Even never hit their towns or came near their families. Children under twelve years of age would be left curious, once again wondering about what had caused the shrill screams and why. If above the age of twelve, children would join their fathers in praying silently in their hearts; for they knew the consequences of The Event. But there was always one category of people that prayed the most, hoped the hardest, and worried constantly. During The Event, one could often find females, between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one sitting in corners, surrounded by those who would give their lives to protect them. Tears would be rolling down their cheeks as even their screwed shut eyes leaked them. Most would bite their lip in order to contain sobs, so hard that often, there were also small, thin streams of the dark liquid tumbling down their chins. The terror they felt, naked and strong on their faces, made it hard for anyone to lay their eyes on the females during The Event. They had everything to fear, because they were the ones being hunted. It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start. And then, at precisely midnight, the screams would silence immediately, letting the world know that The Event was over for the moment. Everyone knew that, somewhere, a girl between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one had been taken, and would never be seen again in history. This time, that unlucky girl just happened to be me.