"Why are you so cold to me?" Lo asked. She didn't understand it. This should be a blessing to them both. Tristan stopped at the threshold of the door. She could see his muscular form tense, his large hands clenched at his sides. A thick silence followed; it was almost suffocating. Lo felt as if she couldn't breathe. "I'm no colder to you than any other." He spoke without turning back. Lo felt like her heart was being slowly crushed. "But... we are-" Lo fumbled with her words. "Enough. You are a child; you can't possibly understand the complications of our situation." Tristan growled as he spun around. His dark green eyes met her crystal blues with a fierce look. "I... I don't understand. My mother said you would cherish me from the moment we met... until our dying days." Lo said as she felt the hot tears start to drip down her cheeks. She knew she was young and naive, but she was no child. She was nearly grown. "She was wrong. I'm already mated; I will not abandon her. My father wants you dead. I shouldn't have stopped him." Tristan said with an icy tone as he turned and slammed the door on the way out. Lo could barely get her breath. She felt crushed, and it was more than emotional. It felt like he had just wounded her soul.

Trained to be unbeatable... Taught to show no fear... Bred to be the best... They called Rowan the destroyer- the Eversor. She was to be a weapon, only needed when called upon, caught up in what was supposed to be a lifelong business she never thought she'd escape. . . until the day she did. Alec is the Alpha of one of the largest werewolf packs in the world, and then he finally finds his mate. She isn't at all what he expected. To him, she's stubborn, hard-headed, fierce, and is keeping secrets from him. He knows she isn't what she seems, and wants her to trust and confide in him though it's a lot harder than he expected. With new problems inching their way into her life, a man she has unexplained feelings for, and a past that's determined to ruin her life, Rowan doesn't know how to win this time. The only thing she ever craved was to be free and now when faced with options for the first time, she doesn't know what to choose. Little by little secrets are revealed, enemies arise, and loyalties are put to the test. All Rowan has ever done was follow orders, but for her to succeed and balance out these new problems, she will have to do something she never thought she could. . . Follow her heart. ********** An Aeterian Story- First Book *Mature Content* © All Rights Reserved

Finding out that your parents, the people that raised you your whole life, weren't your actual parents was hard. Being told at the ripe ol' age of eighteen that you're the last living member from an Ancient Shifter line, the one responsible for creating the First Shifters, was inconceivable. Especially when a group of assassins were on their way to exterminate me simply for just existing. Kidnapped from my bed by three extremely stunning and grumpy Alphas, and forced to attend a special Shifter University located in the middle of nowhere, I have to navigate an unfamiliar and unknown secreted world while simultaneously trying avoiding those who want to use my lineage to enact an age-old curse. Join Nova Nyx as she's dragged into a world full of Shifters, Secrets, and Startling Surprises. ~~~ "Mates?" I repeated owlishly, blinking rapidly at the one worded bomb they just dropped on me "What are Mates?" Instead of answering my question, they just stared back at me in silence, arms crossed over their broad chests. I ignored their silence, choosing to focus on second part of their sentence. "And you're telling me I have three of them?" I gawked "How many are you supposed to get? I can barely handle myself and my life at this point and you want me to worry about three other people?" Of course the most annoying man I've ever met smirked at my bafflement. "I don't think it'll be such a hardship for you" he said, arrogance lacing his tone "After all, I hear these three Mates of yours are very self-sufficient." "Don't forget extremely gorgeous" his Buffon of a friend chimed in, winking at me "That's a plus for you Princess." "One," the third one growled out at me, finally speaking up and adding subsistence to the conversation, startling the banter from the other two "You're only supposed to be blessed with one Mate in your entire lifetime."

He was a mosaic, composed of broken pieces. She was an unfinished art project. ******** The moon goddess ends the lives of Lycans she sees as a threat to the Lycan community. Instead of being ripped apart by her hounds, she gives a warrior the chance to redeem himself and his friends through gifting him a mate who is bound to change his life. An accident links a potential future servant to the moon goddess to the warrior. How will Pomelia Grace, a holy novice react to being mated to such a man, Warren of Bane pack?

Re-posting. The common story is that finding a mate is supposed to make the wolf stronger. For an alpha, finding his mate, blessed by the moon goddess, strengthens the pack. But there can be such darkness hidden in that dynamic. Even those of cruel hearts can seek the power of a mate. And the damage they cause might not ever be healed. ***** Prologue: Drip. Drip. Drip. The rhythm or the water would have been soothing if it hadn't been so cruel. Drip. As it was, it was nothing more than a taunting form of torture. Drip. Ears could hear the soft thudding of raindrops at the end of the hall as a door was pulled open in squeaking protests and then shut with a harsh metallic clang. How the rain made its way into the depths of the cement room, it didn't matter. It was there. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. The footsteps were strong and full of purpose. Though just as unwanted as the drops of water that fell too far out of reach. Unable to quench the dehydrated desperation chained to the wall. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. Only one set of footsteps. There was no question of the destination or purpose that carried them down the hall. Not that it was a surprise. It was always the same. First the pain, then the visit. The cell door opened to darkness. There was no energy to move, not even enough to will eyelids to open. Not that it mattered. The visit never changed. What more could be said? What more could be done? All that mattered was that stale, barely edible food was only given after he was done. Only then, could there be any comfort from hell. ***** WARNING- This story does delve into topics of kidnapping, imprisonment, rape, murder, and violence. Though the scenes are not explicitly detailed, underage readers are discouraged. Also note that I do not own the rights to any photos I have or might post for this story. Just photos I found online, cropped and edited. The story however, is all mine. No copy of content is permitted.

They call him Demise. No, that wasn't his birth name. His mother nor father gave him this designation. Many people weren't sure he even had parents. Some say he sprung from the fiery depths of Hell. No, he earns his title. Every lycanthrope shakes in fear from the tales of him in battle- his ruthlessness, his ferocity. One said he could kill a man with a mere touch. They call him Demise because everything he touches perishes. His skill, his intelligence, his stamina, his endurance, his agility, his everything...holds murderous brutality. He is death and he fucks with despair. ───── Grace was a chosen for the Kingdom of Wolves. She and fifty other women were traded among the four Alphas of the world, paid to satiate their every desire. Grace had not been requested, yet, for she was the newest arrival. Stationed in Kingdom Demise, she worked as a palace servant. She knew one day she would be beckoned by an Alpha, but she never thought it would be by Demise.

What if all your life you were told your future was bright? That you were perfect luna-to-be, that the boy you love should according to all signs be your mate? What if you dedicated your life to that very dream? And what if it all fell apart before it could even happen? Noyla Brook liked to think she was strong, beautiful and talented. She was so busy planning to be the protagonist of her story, that it never occurred to her, that she just may be an antagonist in someone else's until it was too late. And now all that remains are deadly consequences. Best Rankings: #1 - MATES #1 - DARK FANTASY #1 - LYCAN #1 - LYCANTHROPE #1 - WEREWOLF

Over two years have passed since Freya entered the Midnight City and alongside her new family of misfits joined its citizens. But life of a soldier quickly whisked her far beyond the city's borders and those she loves the most. Now the time has come to return to the Winterlands capital and help protect the city during the Royal Trials. At the same time, the merciless waters of the Northern seas keep bringing unknown visitors to the Winterlands' shores. In the mighty shadow of an arena where trials take place, stuck in a web of secrets as well as carefully crafted lies of her own making, Freya must face yet another choice being taken from her, another change to the life she carved in blood for herself. And all that while the long forgotten past conveniently comes knocking... Disclaimer: This is a second book in a trilogy. In order to understand the story, please make sure to read 'Children of Night and Snow' first.

The new world is run by viscous werewolves and only the most beautiful women will be allowed life, but at a price. Ana finally wakes up after a decade long coma to discover that the world is now run by vicious werewolves. The mortals have been wiped out and those still alive are prisoned and tortured by the immortals. She discovers that despite the werewolves detest for humans, they do need them for one thing, and that is for breeding. Her worst nightmare comes to life when she finds out that she has been reserved for a decade for the most evil of all, the Alpha.

Neely Lynch wants nothing more than to stay hidden from the spotlight. Raised in the human world, she knows only stories of her true home. A place where dragons rule the skies and wolves prowl in the dark of night. A place where her family name speaks of a terrible and bloody history. A history that no one wants to remember. Fated to be a Dragon Rider, a powerful breed who rule by fire and sword, Neely must learn to hide her heritage in a country which would seek to destroy it. Especially when she is bonded to a breed of dragon that is feared above all and thought to be extinct until then. Demons rise and threaten the fragile peace in Valaxia, forcing Neely to either accept who and what she is, or watch her friends and country fall. (Book One in the Riders Series)