A prophecy followed Dmitri Volkov like a curse. It claimed he carried the soul of Olkov, the first vampire, a creature so ancient that even legends faltered when speaking his name. Dmitri never cared for prophecies, but the world did. His parents feared what lived in him. His people bowed to him. One wrong look from him could decide who survived the night. Still, there was a truth he never admitted. He wanted the bond his kind had lost. The kind of love that could break an immortal in half and rebuild him. He mocked it when he saw it in others, but he longed for it in silence. He sat hidden in the darkest corner of his Russian club, bourbon sharp on his tongue, bass shaking the floor under his boots. The room pulsed with heat and sin, but none of it touched him. Then it came. A scent. Soft. Warm. Alive. It hit him so hard his chest tightened. His guards tensed as he sat forward, hair falling from his face. The noise faded. The crowd blurred. He followed the scent like it pulled him by the spine. A voice followed it. Gentle. Shy. Tinged with irritation. It slid through the room and wrapped around him like a tether. His eyes found her. Red hair cascading to her waist. Golden skin lit up by the neon glow. A camera at her side. She stood in a world she did not belong to, unaware of the predator watching her from the shadows. He begged her to turn. She did. Their eyes met, and her soft gasp shattered something inside him. For the first time in centuries, Dmitri Volkov felt his dead heart try to wake. * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *

Michael reached under my short skirt and ripped my panties. His mouth found my knees and my inner tighs. Both of my hands flew to my mouth in order to supress the moans. "Hands off, baby, I want to hear you." I obeyed him and instead I held firmly the edge of the table. Flashes of euphoria cursed through me when he licked my folds and sucked gently my sensitive nerve bud. "You are so fucking wet and delicious." He paused for a second only to suck harder my sweet spot afterward. She was human. He was the last lycan living on Earth. She was his weakness. He was her fate. He calls her his mate. She calls him her sin. Anna Dwason is an ordinary human - a veterinary student with dreams far removed from the world of werewolves and Lycans. She doesn't date werewolves nor lycans. But everything changes the day she meets Michael Lyakos the enigmatic businessman whose dark eyes and commanding presence stir something wild inside her. One glance, one stolen touch, and Anna's world unravels. His voice is a low growl that seeps into her dreams. His presence burns under her skin like fire she can't extinguish. She tries to stay away, but the pull between them is relentless-a force of nature that leaves her breathless and trembling.

*Warning - Contains 18+ Content* +Completed+ He holds my face firmly between two hands. "Sienna, I'm not going to have you for the first time one of Maren's guest rooms when you're intoxicated." "You're not?" "No. It will be in my bed, and I'm going to take my time with you." His gaze falls to my lips. "Fuck Sienna, I'm going to take all night." *** Sienna has been in love with her Alpha since she could remember. He's rough, dangerous and the epitome of raw sex appeal. The problem is, he is her best friend, and strictly off limits. Tradition mandates he marry a woman of noble birth, and that is not her. She knows this is for the best, until she becomes his mistress, and things start to change. As she falls for her best friend, she must reconcile a deadly secret she has been keeping from him for years, that could change everything. Onyx has sacrificed everything to become Alpha. So, not marrying for love shouldn't be such an issue. His entire life he has denied his feelings for his best friend, until he is forced to take her as his mistress to grant her protection. With threats growing against them, and when his prospective wife candidates start showing up murdered, he make some difficult decisions. **Dual POV, friends-to-lovers, Alpha, mates, 18+**

Being thrown to the wolves is a death sentence. Adalia knows that all too well, since she witnessed her own father being slaughtered in that same unmerciful way. Living life as a meek slave in a kingdom full of royals, Adalia has no rights and is treated no better than dirt itself. So when she's accused of a crime she committed out of fear, she is punished. Her sentence? Being thrown to the wolves. But things are not as all as they seem in a world oblivious to the hidden creatures around them..... *Cover by Van's Covers

Do you know how it feels to have feelings for your step brother? To want him, but to know he would never feel the same? How it hurts to see him with his girlfriend-the way he touches her, loves her, cares for her? The worst is to hear them having sex in the next room, only wishing it was you. I know that it's wrong and that I shouldn't, but ... I fantasize about him touching me. Making love to me. Only me. I shouldn't, but I can't help it. I want him. I want my step brother. Warning: Contains Sexual Content ;) (Rater R)

When Aine is sent into the woods for her crimes, she accepts she'll be met with death. The beasts are known to kill any human that wanders into their territory, their razor-sharp teeth ripping through flesh and bone with practiced ease. Aine knows she'll be no different from all the others who have been executed before her, and when she's forced into the woods by her own people, it doesn't take long for the beasts to attack. What she doesn't expect is for them to take the shape of humans and spare her, and even more, for one to claim her as his own.

When the war started. We helped. We fought. Soon the humans were gone. Wiped out by us. But not before making a weapon that doomed us long after they disappeared. They invented 'Pithrax'. It killed most of us. The few that survived were hunted down, taken control of, passed around like property. Now we run, hiding in the shadows, the idea of getting caught is our own real nightmare. They took my Mum. They stole my sister. Now I run alone. I am Cecil. And I'm the last female. ****************** *WARNING: this story is based on a very animalistic future. The characters in this book are more wolf than human and act as such. This is an EROTIC SHIFTER WHY CHOOSE NOVEL. So it has; mature, sexual, dark elementals and language*

Lark was fine with doing the Bloodletting. She understood that through offering her blood to the vampires, she would earn their protection from other magical beings. But, during one of the Bloodlettings, Lark is drained of so much her father referred to her as a husk. When the next Bloodletting comes, her family is adamant that she does not participate, but her family can't afford to safeguard her. Besides, it's her last time for she's about to be married. At least, that's what she thought.

(Book 1 of the Mythology Series) Aphrodite~ Goddess of love; fertility. She stayed in the clouds, looking down upon the humans as she helped them fall in love. She stayed in the clouds, watching as the celestial beings found their mates. She did not mind these things, but the truth was that she was lonely. After creating the powerful connection of love in the mate bond, she wanted nothing more than to experience it. But she knew that gods did not receive them... Or so she thought. ~ I tried to back away from Lucifer but he held me in place, not letting me escape his hold. Although I'm a goddess and he's a Demi god, I know he's much more powerful than me. In every single way. The asshole gets it from his father. My deranged uncle. "Lucifer let me g-" He let out another growl at my attempts to talk him out of this. But there was no talking to a demon. The hunger in his eyes made my stomach feel queasy. "Don't ever let me hear you talking about another man fucking you unless it's me or your other two mates. He won't ever touch you again unless he wants to die a slow and painful death I'll be happy to give him." I gasped and tried to break free again. "You wouldn't dare touch him!" He gave me a dark chuckle before letting go of me. "Don't dare me. I like a challenge, Aphrodite. Oh, and don't forget your words. You could never moan his name to the heavens since he has never pleasured you. It takes 3 cocks to pleasure you, my beautiful mate. He only has one." A beautiful smirk came on his lips and I narrowed my eyes at him. "There'll be punishment for that later." ------- Story on my Patreon! Link in bio!

[Completed] ''I was born in flames and chaos. In one moment, I didn't exist at all. In another, air was tearing through the flesh of my lungs.'' Deep in an unknown forest, a young woman woke up alone and confused. She had no knowledge of her past, what she was, or who she was. Why was she in this world at all? Fate drove her into the hands of a family of vampires, all of whom brought relief in the slightest touch of her skin. But their touch was more than addicting. With each stroke, mysterious etches appeared on her flesh, divulging information thought to be lost to the world; information of magic, power, and a viciously murdered coven of witches. With no past and an uncertain future, she must find out her purpose in this life before the supernatural world takes her for all she has to give. Even more so, she must attempt to understand a craving she has for the dangerous vampire family she's found herself enslaved to; a craving to be touched. All Rights Reserved © 2015 {{Warning: Some scenes may be unsuitable for audiences below the age of 15 and offensive to those of all ages. Read at your own risk.}} This story is a multi-lover romance novel. Proceed with caution because it will get heated! Highest Ranking: #1 in Vampire