She's an elvish princess of a small kingdom but what happens when she disobeys her father's orders and wonders into the dark forest where she meets a dangerous creature? ~ [Five Chapter Sample] ~ "Don't come any closer." He sneered, yet this only causes me to take a couple more steps near the beast. "But why? I do not understand. You do not wish to hurt me... do you?" I questioned him. The dragon roared loudly probably to intimate me expecting me to run but instead I let out a soft giggle. "You do not cause me any fear." I now stood in front of his large head, My heart nearly raced out my chest. I never felt something like this, I was so anxious. ~ I knew just by looking at her gorgeous face that she was my mate, her vanilla scent gave me chills. It was law that if a elf ever spotted any of us that they were to be killed on spot but how was I suppose to murder such a magnificent and delicate creature? I wanted to make her mine but it would end in her death for sure. A love doomed to fail. - A story where adventures are taken, friendships and relationships are forged, bonds are made, trust is tested and lost. This is where war begins.

My name is Aaron Zayev. I am the current alpha of the Blood Harvest Pack. It is so named because of our brutality towards rogues. I have an especial hatred towards rogues, more so than any member of my pack; except perhaps my father Kaylem. My mother was brutally murdered by rogues who snuck onto the pack grounds. Ever since that day, my father and I were determined to make our pack the strongest, killing any rogues that found their way onto our lands. My family is strong and loving, and all our pack members are loyal to a fault. I am considered a fair and tough Alpha amongst other packs, even if I am considered young. I'm 23 with golden hair, tanned summer skin, and six foot three with a hard earned body. I've given up hope that I'll find my mate, wolves customarily finding their mate between ages 18-20. My name means great warrior of wolves, but how can that be if I don't have a mate to make me whole? My name is Cian. I don't know much about the world. I ran away from my house, since it was never my home after my mother died. My father is abusive and bad things, very bad things, were going to happen to me if I stayed. On the scariest night of my life, something happened to me. Things went from bad, to worse. Now, trapped in a cage, the only loving thing I remember are the words from my momma. She said my name meant the ancient one of silver. That I was meant for great things. What's the meaning in a name anyway? This is a male x male story! Don't like, don't read. You have been WARNED.

Attention this book has : Insults, abuse, sex ans much more