SEQUEL TO THE BRIGHT ROOM ----- A murdered elder. A conspiracy among the local underground authorities. Malformed foundlings scattered in the desert. An ancient vampire friend somehow connected to it all. That's too much to handle even for Randy, a famously efficient vampire fixer, even with all the surprises he hides under his old-school duster. But his new partner, Clara, a world-weary executive assigned to watch over him, might be more trouble than help, especially with the tension between them that somehow even co-feeding cannot ease. Meanwhile, vampire hunter Gareth and whatever-the-hell-she-is-now Samantha try to navigate their new... business relationship, with all its emotional complexity (you've read my previous novel, right?), while Sam's mysterious powers develop, her sins come back to haunt her, and her best friend Cassie is still missing. To find her, they need to turn every stone the vampires hide under. But turning every stone is very much against the rules of vampiric society that Randy and Clara are defending. Will they be able to figure out they are all solving the same mystery, before something irreversible happens? And if they do, will they fix the underground world... or turn it into ash? This is another of my nesting dolls -- this time, an erotic horror/dark romance hides inside a mystery novel inside an urban fantasy. Seems simpler than the last one? Well, no luck, the existential dread is still there. If you're here from the prequel, to check what happened after the epilogue, this part starts in chapter 3. Melting. This is a work in progress, and a lot can still change. It's mature -- though, for now, not as hard on the reader as the previous book... yet the cogs in my head are spinning fast to fix that in the future. How kinky can a blood farm get? I am not sure yet, but it will be so much fun to find out. TEMPORARILY ON HOLD -- BE BACK IN A FEW WEEKS.

They broke her trust. They broke his mind. Now the past is back-and this time, it wants blood. Victoria learned early how to survive in silence. Grief became her shadow. Guilt, her constant companion. Because if she had died that night instead of her mother... maybe everything would have been different. But the past doesn't stay buried, and when it drags her back into a world she barely escaped, silence won't save her anymore. Xavier learned how to disappear behind scars, rage, and the monster his past made him. A man shaped by violence, and driven by retribution. Victoria was everything he should avoid- soft yet unyielding, broken but still standing. She had the kind of pain that mirrored his own. She saw too much, pushed too far and worst of all, she made him remember something he buried a long time ago. He hated it. Hated her. Because she made him feel. What exists between them isn't gentle. It isn't safe or healing. It destroys. And when the truth comes for them both, they'll have to decide: Run. Burn. Or destroy everything in their path.

❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.❞ 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘺. 𝘡𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯'𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳.𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘺. Solène Marceau thought love would save her. Instead, it swallowed her whole. Ansel Laurent doesn't love―he consumes. His touch... a burn. His words... a leash. His presence... a suffocation. His love... a slow and painful death. She should have run the first time his grip tightened, the first time his whispered words curled around her throat like a promise of things to come. But she didn't. And now, he won't let her go. Zavien Amato was supposed to be her escape... his unrequited love fueling his desire to protect her, the one person who saw the girl beneath the wreckage, the one who would tear the world apart to pull her from the fire. But Ansel isn't just the fire―he is the burning. And if Solène dares to run, if she dares to reach for a life without him, he will drag her back into the dark with bloody hands and a smile. She is his. And... If he can't have her... no one can.

Skye is dead. How she perished is a mystery. All she knows is that she is trapped in After, a makeshift city of souls surrounded by infinite darkness and terrifying monsters that tear ghosts apart. But while all other ghosts accept the eternity of darkness ahead of them, Skye refuses to spend her afterlife in a world without light. She knows there must be some way to escape the monsters that keep them all imprisoned and return to the realm of the living, and she's going to find it...even if she has to face the prince of monsters, himself. Skye risks her existence and escapes the walled city of After in search of the truth. Venturing into the black reveals untold perils, but that's not all. The Dark...and the dark prince, are hiding a terrible secret... 🔻🔻🔻🔻🔻 WATTYS SHORTLIST | 2021 WATTYS BEST COVER SHORTLIST | 2021 AMBYS FAVORITE - HORROR | 2024 Cover art drawn by me.

❝ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ?❞ For generations, the Blood Moon Pack and Grave Shadow Pack have been at war, the werewolves from each side bearing high tensions and malicious intentions. Their animosity against each other runs so deep that they've even gone on to conquer and control other packs. As Alpha Cyrus from Blood Moon and Alpha Jax from Grave Shadow follow in the footsteps of their rival predecessors, their pride and power are put to a halt when the goddess of the moon and werewolves, Luna herself, suddenly appears to cut their shit short. Turns out she's real... Real fucking pissed, that is. She wants to put an end to the ongoing feuds between Cyrus and Jax. Naturally, she starts by punishing them with a hex. Bound by the literal magic of friendship, the two alphas and their packs must now learn how to tolerate each other better, all for the sake of her newfound verdict. Will Cyrus and Jax be able to defy the will of the moon goddess herself? Or will they finally stop being bad and realize that there's more to life than world domination? ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Cover by @VNSANJI

Open Novella Contest 2025! This is my interpretation of prompt 50. A supervillain has a midlife crisis and decides to become a superhero. But redemption might be harder than they imagined. ___________________________________________________________________ Cassius Vale has spent his life in the shadows, a man forged by necessity-no questions asked, no hesitation. A fixer, a ghost, a necessary evil in a city that thrives on corruption and despair. He's become an instrument of violence, a blade wielded by unseen hands, but when a job leaves an innocent girl staring at him with pure terror in her eyes, something deep within him stirs. For the first time, he questions whether he can be anything more than a weapon for hire. Can the blood on his hands ever be washed away, or is he forever stained by the choices he's made? As crime tightens its vice grip on the city and a new wave of chaos surges, Cassius stands at a crossroads: remain the villain in this twisted narrative or fight for something greater than himself. But redemption comes with a heavy toll, and the path to heroism is littered with foes who won't let him slip away so easily. In a world where justice is nothing more than a fading memory and second chances are rare as gold, can a man molded by violence ever transform into a hero? Or will the darkness that has shaped his existence finally consume him, dragging him back into the abyss from which he emerged?

!!THIS BOOK HAS BEEN FINISHED, BUT IT'S CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN. UNEDITED CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN UNPUBLISHED!! REWRITE STATUS: 20/63 In the cursed city of Xalathor, two monster hunters just want to survive their job. And each other. William talks too much, jokes too often, and never takes anything seriously. Drystan barely talks at all. Their uneasy partnership survives because neither of them asks for more than the job requires - and feelings were never part of the deal. Then a messy and loud teenage girl barges in. Dahlia's not just here to end a curse; she wants something more. A family. A place to belong. And she's not leaving without it, even if the monster hunters she's set her sights on are experts at pushing people away. Between the emotional wildfire named Dahlia and their own unresolved tension, William and Drystan are in deeper than they ever planned. Thrown together by bad luck and worse timing, they stumble into something messier and way more terrifying than monsters: feelings. Dahlia won't let them run from it. In a city full of ghosts, the three of them are building something new. If they don't ruin it first. Materials used for the cover: https://www.vecteezy.com/free-png/dahlia-flower

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, various degrees of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was amplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spilling below the floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be a standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead-looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More importantly, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

All he wanted was to disappear. What he found wouldn't let him go. Humanity clings to survival in fortified cities, learning to live beside the horrors that slipped in from another plane. Monsters now walk freely among the ruins of the old civilisation. For a runaway boy scraping by on the streets, danger is nothing new. Hunted by violent men and ignored by a society too busy surviving, he's learned to trust no one. But when he crosses paths with a strange, otherworldly being - one unlike any he's seen before - his life takes a turn for the surreal. The creature is powerful, unpredictable, and completely alien in thought. It breaks boundaries as easily as bodies, and the boy wants nothing more than to be rid of it. But fate - or an unbreakable, incomprehensible will - keeps pulling them together. As tension builds and an uneasy bond begins to form, a far greater danger looms. And it's not from the monsters outside the walls. The story in full, including the explicit excerpts: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D5WL39BL (chapters 1 R - 12 BC) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CYT3Q7H7 (chapters 13 R - 25 R)