When a woman is diagnosed with a terminal illness and is informed she only has six months left to live, she assumes that she will fade into oblivion upon her death. But when she wakes up, she finds that she is the fourth child to a prestigious noble family. With the memories of her old life still fresh in her mind, she is forced to navigate this new world even as three men set their eyes upon her with dark intentions.

Black Female OC X Mikealson' Men & Salvtore Brothers Soulmate and reincarnation Story ✨ Contains smut/mature content 😌 ‼️I do not own the vampire diaries or the originals characters and all recognition and acknowledgement goes to the creators ‼️ She spent her life yearning for a love that consumed, a devotion that would burn the world to ashes if it meant keeping her safe. In her world, such love only existed in fiction in the dangerous, broken men of The Vampire Diaries and The Originals. Klaus, Elijah, Kol, Finn, Damon, Stefan the ones who were always too much, too wild, too intense for the women who turned away. But when betrayal steals her life too soon, she awakens in their world, reborn in a universe where soulmates are real and they are hers.

VIOLET I've been called too much since the day I grew hips and learned how to use my voice. Too loud. Too soft. Too thick. Too Black. Too hungry for men who never knew what to do with me. That's fine. Let the weak choke on my flavor. I came here to work. A two-month contract with a secretive werewolf pack, patching up warriors and pretending the whole fated mates thing doesn't apply to humans like me. Then I met him. Leon Starling-six-foot-six of alpha arrogance, with glacier eyes and a body built to sin. King of the Crescent Moon Pack. And apparently... fated to me. Our first meeting? In his oversized, overcompensating office. He told me to show respect. I told him to choke on it. "You're in my territory, human," he growled. "And you're in my light," I said. "Move." The problem? I don't want to be claimed. I want to be taken. But every time I lean in, he backs off. Like he's scared I'll break. "I don't want to hurt you," he says, voice hoarse, fists clenched. I smirk, slow and wicked. "Then you're not man enough to fuck me." ⸻ LEON She walked into my office like she belonged there. No fear. No scent of submission. Just fire, hips, and attitude. She was supposed to be another healer. A professional. Temporary. Not mine. But the moment I scented her, I knew. Violet Blues is everything I've been searching for-and everything I shouldn't touch. Defiant. Human. Forbidden. She looks at me like she dares me to try. Laughs like she knows I already lost. "You think your little attitude makes you strong?" I snapped. "No," she purred, dragging her gaze down my body. "But it makes you hard." I should've walked away. Should've buried the bond howling in my blood. Instead, I backed her against my desk and nearly begged. She doesn't want love. She wants to be ruined. "Say it again," I growl, my voice raw. "You're not strong enough to take me," she whispers. And that's when I knew- She wasn't sent to complete me. She was sent to destroy me

Are you busy?" Shanice questioned. "Depends." His smirk grew. "Do you have something for me to taste?" "I didn't cook anything." Shanice answered naively. "That's fine. I wasn't referring to the food anyway." **** Sex. Intimacy. Affection. Relationship. Shanice was too busy for it and didn't bother to search for it. But what happens when it falls into her lap? Entrepreneur. Sexiest bachelor. Millionaire....werewolf? Ares was the closed door, eye-catching man that held a secret. When the two cross paths, fire was ignited and flames were burning with passion. Can Shanice handle it or call quits? Can Ares tell her his secrets? Can Ares finally escape what he has been running from?

In the mist of Louisiana bayou and New Orleans, Tabhita "Tabby" Evergreen has grown into a witch of formidable power. Orphaned at twelve after vampires slaughtered her parents, Tabby was taken in by Madame Dubé, a voodoo priestess whose teachings of ancestral magic shaped her into the bayou's fierce protector. To Tabby, all vampires are monsters, and she has sworn never to forgive their kind. But her oath is tested when she encounters Lucien Moreau, a centuries-old vampire who doesn't strike but kneels, whispering a name Tabby doesn't recognize as her own: Charlotte. Lucien believes Tabby is the reincarnation of his mortal lover, a healer he lost centuries ago in a war between witches and vampires. To him, she is fate returned. To Tabby, he is the embodiment of everything she has vowed to destroy. As vampire clans circle the bayou, drawn by whispers of Tabby's growing power, she becomes both a target and a prize. Her hatred collides with a pull she cannot explain dreams that don't belong to her, emotions that stir like echoes of another life. Torn between the memory of a love she never lived and the vengeance that defines her, Tabby must choose: cling to her rage, or risk her heart on a man who may be bound to her by blood, fate, and a past she doesn't remember.

He was built for war. Bred for dominance. Bound by instinct. I was only supposed to salvage a dead ship. But deep inside the wreckage, I found him - a sleeping alien warlord locked in obsidian, armor fused to skin, and a relic pulsing beneath his chest like a second heart. When I touched it, I woke him. Now I'm marked. Bound. And he's in heat - relentless, primal, and focused on only one thing: me. Serron Valek doesn't ask for permission. He doesn't wait. He claims, knots, and fills until the bond takes root. He says I belong to him now - body, mind, and womb. I should run. But when he growls my name like a vow and pins me down like I'm the only thing left in the galaxy worth worshipping... I don't want to escape. I want more. -- Kamyawski

{2025 The AMBY Awards QUALIFIER} "I've always been a good girl. But now I wake up wet... moaning a stranger's name... with bruises I can't explain." Gabriella May Carter was raised in scripture and silence, home-schooled by a fire-and-brimstone pastor, taught to fear her body and anything that made it burn. But when strange, erotic dreams begin haunting her nights-dreams of a man with sin on his breath and blood on his tongue-she joins a mission trip to New Orleans to pray the sin away. Instead, she finds him. Flesh and blood. Fangs and silk. Stefan Lazarescu is the ancient mob king of the underworld-dealer of blood, broker of bodies, destroyer of men. But when he sees her step off that missionary bus, modest dress clinging to her thighs in the Louisiana heat, he knows something's wrong. She smells like Heaven. But she tastes like prophecy. Stefan is the key to Gabriella's awakening-and her ruin. She's the one meant to end him. But neither of them can resist what's coming next... A moan. A bite. A war between what's holy and what's damned. God won't save her now. But Stefan might sin with her slow enough to make her beg.

In a kingdom where beauty and power dictate worth, Princess Evelyne has always been the forgotten one. Overshadowed by her radiant sisters, dismissed by her own family, and treated as nothing more than an afterthought, she has learned to live in the shadows-silent, invisible, and aching for something more. But when the feared and ruthless Dark King arrives to choose a bride, no one expects him to spare Evelyne a second glance. He is a man of legend-shrouded in mystery, draped in power, and said to have a heart as cold as the night itself. The court watches, breathless, as he surveys the dazzling princesses before him. And then, he chooses her. Whispers ripple through the halls. Shock turns to outrage. Why would the Dark King-a man who could have anyone-claim the overlooked, unwanted daughter? But as Evelyne is whisked away to his shadowed kingdom, she begins to uncover the truth. The Dark King sees what no one else ever has-her strength, her resilience, the fire beneath the quiet. And in his arms, beneath the weight of his intense gaze, Evelyne is no longer invisible. She is his. But as darkness looms and enemies gather, Evelyne must decide-will she forever remain the forgotten princess, or will she rise as the Dark Queen, feared and revered beside the man who saw her worth when no one else did? Rankings: #1 in Royalty #6 in Kingdom

What would happen if The original vampire, Count Dracula, had met a stunning black woman who stumbles upon his castle? Would they clash over differences or have a love similar to Gomez and Morticia Addams? This is a 18+ novel and please read at your own risk. #1 in Obsession as of Aug 27, 2025 #1 in Soulmate as of Aug 31, 2025 #1 in vampire romance as of Sep, 1, 2025 #2 in bwwm as of Sep 13, 2025

Alexandra Lykos had lived on the fringe of the pack's territory her whole life, her family granted sanctuary but not actual members of the pack. She'd never even seen another lycan before, until after her 18th birthday, when the packs alpha came to collect her to be his mate.