Klea Vein, or should I say Klea Sylvie Emerald? The Mask Queen, they call her in the underground - a one-woman army who's somehow, impossibly, never lost a fight against entire gangs. She's always known she was different, felt the hum of something... other inside her since she was a kid. Like a secret superpower waiting to be unleashed. Then came the day that changed everything - the day her parents were murdered by the Black Charmers. It was horrific, devastating, but it also woke something up inside her. A raw, untamed power, unlike anything she'd ever imagined. It's not just any power; it's rare, potent, and terrifyingly effective. And to top it all off? Turns out Klea isn't just some street fighter. She's royalty! The long-lost princess, thrust into a brutal world she never asked for. Now, the fight isn't just for survival anymore. It's for her parents, for her stolen birthright, and for vengeance against those who took everything from her. That mask isn't just a disguise anymore; it's a symbol of her defiance, a reminder of everything she's fighting for.

(Complete) **A MATURE FANTASY** Book #1 in the Elemental Heir Series. Now published and available in PAPERBACK and KINDLE on AMAZON!! 🤍 "Your ready wit never fails to surprise and delight me, Brenya." He murmured, his lips only inches from my own. I blinked, my lips parting, as his heady scent encircled me. He licked his lower lip, running his teeth over it as his electric blue eyes burned into mine. The heat of his bare chest seeped through my thin cotton shirt, thawing my icy irritation. "Even when you're being cross." He added in a low voice. He leaned closer, before I could respond, and ran his teeth along my jaw. I suppressed a moan. "I wouldn't be cross if you weren't so keen on irritating me." I said, unable to hide the smile in my voice. I felt his answering smile against my neck. "How can I make it up to you?" He whispered, planting gentle kisses up and down the column of my throat. He moved to the other side of my neck, flicking his tongue once against the mating mark near my shoulder. My hands slid up his abdomen, exploring the dips and hard lines of his muscles. Heat uncurled deep in my belly, spreading lower, and lower, until I felt my panties dampen. He growled into my ear, sending shivers down my entire body. *~*~*~*~*~* ~#1 in ROMANCE 9/13/18~ ~#1 in ACTION-ADVENTURE 12/05/18 and 4/25/19~ ~#1 in ACTION-ROMANCE 1/16/19~ ~#1 in DRAGONS 6/9/19~ ~#1 in FAIRIES 7/20/19~ *~*~*~*~*~* ⚠️!! WARNING !!⚠️ This book contains intense violence, mature language, and strong sexual themes.

A girl who does not believe in magic was taken to a location where it does exist. A place where she could do everything she set her mind to. While wandering through the unknown, she encountered a remarkable group of individuals. According to legends, Aereya was a haven for werewolves, enchanted women, witch and wizards, fairies, elves and vampires, as well as demons, archangels and gods. In contrast, the people she encountered possessed all of the qualities and powers that would make them truly amazing, not merely exceptional. We call them "Elementians." These folks shook her worldview. They convinced her that magic can be found within herself. They instilled hope in her, showing her that anything is possible if we believe. Welcome to Aereya Academy: School for Elementians! Written in TagLish The photos used in the cover are not mine. Credits to the rightful owners. - Completed. Highest Ranks: #2 in High Fantasy #20 in Fantasy-Romance #8 in Mages #11 in Dark Fantasy #7 in Demons

Olympus Sapphire Academy series #2 A new journey ahead towards the Jupiter team. A new quest for them, and what is that? To find the trident of Poseidon. Will they succeed to find that? Book cover by: sincerlyastara

mys·ti·fy /ˈmistəˌfī/ Utterly bewilder or perplex (someone). 17 years old Selene Hope Ellanor spent her whole childhood listening to her aunt bed time stories, filled with mysteries and unrealistic events. Being a child she was, her imagination led her to fantasize herself as the protagonist of those stories, but the fantasy stopped when she reached her teenage years. Soon after, those unrealistic events that once she imitated to be living in had finally come into her life. Confused, she was introduced to the reality that all of her bedtime stories are going to be her lifetime events. After all, we are all tied to our own peculiarities. Written in TagLish