What if a girl had a male wolf trapped inside of her? What if that wolf was her mate? * * * "I live inside you, Thea. My soul has resided inside you for years." "I-I don't get what you're saying." I was stumbling to find the right words. "You weren't breathing at the time of your birth. At the same moment, I was losing consciousness, going into what you can refer as hibernation to recuperate from the toll the war had taken on my body. Leaving this kingdom without a functioning king right after the battle was not safe, so I decided on transferring the king's crest to you. I guess something wrong happened considering how instead of the crest, part of my soul got shifted to you." "Come out." The burning pain in my chest I had come to hate returned the moment I said those words. It was followed by painful heaving for a minute or two before my back arched and I felt something clawing its way out of my chest. If I had blinked for even one second, I'd have missed the moment when a burst of light came out of my chest taking all my pain away with it. Next thing I know, a humongous black wolf was towering over me proudly. "Don't make a habit of it. I'm not strong enough to gain a perceptible form at will. For now, I can only materialize before you on full moons." He was saying this in my head as well yet somehow he felt closer to me than before. Swallowing nervously, I reached out to touch the side of his wolf's head. The second my skin made contact with his fur, tingles started erupting on my palm reaching all the way up to my neck, "Why do I feel this pull towards you?" "It's because we share souls, just as mates do." "Are you my mate then?" What I heard next made my blood run cold, "A king can never have a mate, Thea." ~I don't own the picture used in the cover.~

Two warriors. One prophecy. And a love that could burn the world to the ground. They built the Trials to break her. She'll burn their empire instead. In a world ruled by the Ascended, the Lowborn are given a single chance at freedom - survive four deadly Trials inside the Academy. Most don't make it past the first. No one survives the last. Nyra Vale was never meant to be chosen. A pit fighter with bloodied knuckles and a serpent-shaped mark she's spent her life hiding, Nyra steps into the Academy ready to fight - but not to play by their rules. Kael Draven was raised by the very system built to crush her. Bound by an Oath to watch, not interfere, Kael is meant to be her silent judge. But the longer he observes her, the harder it becomes to obey - and the more dangerous his loyalty becomes. As the Trials grow bloodier and whispers of a forbidden Vault awaken ancient fears, Nyra's survival is no longer about freedom. It's about vengeance. And she's done waiting for permission to rise.

Estelle wishes to die. She has spent the last decade of her life sleeping on the streets of the city, hunting alley rats for food and desperately struggling to survive her life of isolation. But she can't suffer any longer, so she decides that she's going to hike up the mountain, find the tallest cliff at the top, and gracefully fall to her death. But the mountain was forbidden. Long ago, hunters had run back to the city screaming of monsters and ghosts - bleeding with ugly wounds that were evidence of blades and steel. And the female hunters slowly began disappearing in the dark woods, the men claiming they were kidnapped by the shadows. The mountain was a death sentence. Except that was exactly what Estelle was looking for. But her plan takes a dark turn when a lighting storm forces her to find shelter in a cave. And she is not alone. She finds out there are creatures that have lived under the mountain in secret for centuries, creatures that are desperate for a mate. And here she was, alone in a cave with one. He is kind to her, he feeds her, he ensures her safety. And he demands for her sweet surrender. ----------------------------- Monster Romance 18+

There are some absolute truths I believe in. You have to have principles, if you want to survive in this world. You need something to hold on to; to survive the bumps in the road life throws in your way. Call it what you want, but it's like there's a set of laws of physics my very own world operates on. I know who I am. My name is Anna Johnson. I am an elemental witch and my element is air. From the diary of Anna Johnson

Colors danced behind my eyes, until the world fell into a haze of dark mist. Black fissures of power within arm's reach. Mine. Magic slammed into me, endless and vast like a tidal wave coming in and crushing over my head. I took it, absorbed it, glutted myself on it because it felt good. No consequences. No pain.

Well, you could stare at a white wall until you were blue in the face, it would never be more than a white wall. The same was true for the master vampire. A vampire was a vampire was a vampire. Period. (Anna Johnson)

A jolt. A small hitch in the rhythmic beating of my heart. Dèjà vu didn't even begin to describe it. ... My heart stopped, my breath jostled forward, shock rippling through my system. It happened again. For a few precious seconds my mind froze up and, together with my body, went into a complete lockdown. It was the same each time I saw him.

... for a moment I thought that everything was back to normal, that I was okay. But then it came crashing down on me. Blood was valuable. Blood was life. The loss of blood had a price. A high one.

They are born in the darkness, and they own it like no one else. Anna Johnson stays clear of vampires. She knows what they are capable of. As a witch of the air she is working for the Circle as a researcher, closing her eyes to that which lies in her past. Until one phone call changes everything.

THE GARDEN OF BLOOD TRILOGY: Book One UNDER CONTRUCTION The headings that are in English are edited. ********* Nikolaos Vitcenzo King of his underworld that is the Mafia. Arden Dagwood a twenty-year-old who should have just minded her own business. ******** "Answer the Fucking question Adren. How many?!" I almost jumped out of my seat at his harsh tone. I forgot who I was, feeling like a five year who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. The only difference I got caught using dicks. ****** This time no one is looking for Redemption. He is the Devil, She is his Darkness. ROMANCE ALWAYS HAS A CONSEQUENCE Mature18+ Rated R❌