Stunning and newly divorced, Jade Abara is living a peaceful life happily avoiding the male species to the best of her ability. But due to her circumstances and catching the eyes of two handsome strangers, things are about to change.

Nekyra is the last princess of the elves, but she has grown up in exile, away from her own kind. She knows that the usurper queen will kill her if her survival is ever discovered, and thats if the werewolves don't get her first. However, with war brewing in all the realms, it might just be time to make a stand.

No one even knew that it was possible, but seeing is believing. Usually werewolves meet their mates after they meet their wolves for the first time when they are 16 years old. What will happen when the young alpha meets his mate at the age of 6? Alana is a small abused 5 year old, Elijah is a overprotective 6 year old alpha. They have a connection like no one has seen before. What will happen if soulmates meet as such a young age? ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ This is my first book ever! There might be some spelling/grammar mistakes, it might be cliche. Who knows? Let's see what happens... I hope you enjoy! Comment and Vote! Pictures are from the internet and does not belong to me.

Kalyna's family died, murdered by vampires. For five years, she hunted down those responsible for killing her husband and children, and the end was finally in sight. As she watched the last nest burn to the ground, she almost believed that the fight was over; that she could finally fade away. She made no attempt to flee the scene, accepting that and jury would convict of arson with intent to endanger life. Let them leave her to rot in a prison, she had nothing left to tie her to the world anyway, not now her vengeance had been served. Despite her plan for surrender, others had schemes of their own; schemes that didn't involve jail cells and court rooms. Not for Kalyna, at least. When dispatch ordered her arresting officers to hand her over to a unit from Special Branch, she began to think something might be amiss, but she wasn't prepared for the undercover agent in a Police Sergeant's uniform. The vampire - with his amber and honey eyes that flashed silver in the darkness, and his razor sharp fangs - terrified her. She had no doubt that he would punish her for hunting his kind, and her first instinct was to flee. Yet she wasn't prepared for him, or the organisation he worked for, or what he had to say about her own origins. Just what was the Occult Task Force? What heritage made Kalyna so interesting to supernaturals of all varieties? And could she really sign on to fight in a bigger battle, one that stretched far beyond a few rogue vampires? Could she learn to fight side by side with the very creatures she had spent five years hunting? More importantly, what dark things waited in the shadows where others feared to tread? Kalyna was about to find out, and she had no idea if she was up to the challenge, or if Staff Sergeant Dunstan Eorl would be the death of her first.

After five years hunting down the vampires who had killed her family, living alone, outside society, Kalyna had finally found a home. She had signed up as a trainee with the Occult Task Force, a cross-species military branch where supernaturals and humans fought together against the darkest forces threatening this and every world in existence. Not only that, but she'd finally put her trust in someone; the amber and honey-eyed Staff Sergeant Dunstan Eorl, the vampire who'd held her together when no one else could. Her first problem...? The sire who'd enslaved Dunstan and tortured him for four hundred years now had her sights on Kalyna, asking that Dunstan trade her freedom for that of his wife; a wife he'd thought had died centuries earlier, but who had actually shared his grim fate. Not only that, but his sire, Laelia, seemed to be working with a cult who had no qualms about sacrificing people to open a 'door' and welcome their Lord. Her second problem? No one knew what or where the door was, who the cult worshipped, or why they needed Kalyna. Maybe the answer to that led back to her strange heritage, which included more supernatural strains than should have been possible, andr which had given her more instinctual magic than anyone could fathom. She hadn't even scratched the surface of what she was, but she feared that by the time she understood where she came from, it might be too late to save herself from the target painted on her back, or from the magnetism that drew misfortune toward her with unerring regularity. She was beginning to feel like a liability. Like perhaps her bad luck would eventually get someone else killed.

Aria was born into the most powerful coven in the North, but she didn't fit in. She failed Ceremonial Magic and couldn't channel through a wand. Instead, she prefered to work with herbs, and with an instinctive magic than none of the others in her coven could access, not even the High Priest, Aria's own father. But where did her power come from? And why did the call of the wilderness matter more to her than the rites and rituals of her family? She doubted she'd ever have an answer to those questions, and so she found solace in art, in crafting, and in the persona she created to hide behind online. She accepted that she was a disappointment to her family; to her High Priest father, High Priestess step-mother, and to her doctor brother who would one day take over as leader of the coven. It didn't matter. Aria paid her own way and lived her own life, and she thought that would be enough for her. She thought she could be happy as long as she had her freedom. Then a wolf ran out in front of her car and everything changed, because he was no ordinary wolf. When the injured beast shifted into a handsome man with mismatched eyes, begging for her help, Aria knew she couldn't ignore his plight. What she hadn't expected was for him to recognise something about her... something she'd never acknowledged, and something that someone had put a great deal off effort into keeping hidden. But why would her family lie to her about her humanity? And how had the wolf with the mismatched eyes gotten so easily under her skin? Aria wasn't sure what any of it meant, but she was about to realise that secrets couldn't remain hidden forever.

Werewolves have always been one of the most powerful creatures of every generation and what makes them so powerful is their soul mate bond. However, once this bond is broken, the bond cannot be repaired. When Ava's soul mate Nathaniel rejected her, she never felt more alone and broken until she realised she couldn't be the type of girl who sits around waiting for someone to love her. She must love herself and move on, and with a chance encounter she meets someone new who makes her feel alive again and finally starts to believe in herself. Life is too short, to worry about past mistakes and with the threats of vampires and other werewolves clans ganging up on them. They must react and fight to save themselves.

After viewing the horrific and traumatizing destruction of her pack, Salina has to take care of her younger brother on her own and also find another pack willing to accept all her problems. Dealing with depression and striving to stay strong for her brother, the last thing she needs is to find her mate let alone an Alpha mate. The last thing she needs is to deal with the problems of others by being a Luna.

[OLD] Book 7 of the Forgotten ~ Differences can tear you apart ~ Menza Aristotle knew that feeling. She's a rarity wrapped in an improbablity. A shifter and a mundane in one, of both worlds but didn't belong to either Taken from her mother to live with her father, she grew up in the cold Old Ways. She was unwanted proof that a bond does not keep one faithful and that the consequences of such an act can follow you long after you left it behind ~ Mene's rage burns bright ~ Brochan O'Neill had felt that rage right down his soul when the plague hit. His female had been terrified to lose their child and begged the goddess to spare her. Mene listened but she is fickle, so she spared the child and took her mother instead Spiraling with his grief and rage at what had been taken, he's unable to care for himself or his child too lost in the remains of his life. The Alpha acts because if he does not, both will be lost and with the little female as the only survivor to the carnage around her it cannot happen ~ A price must be paid ~ Menza's unseen until the Alpha turned his gaze onto her. She's a half-breed, she had no wolf, no ability to bond, to lose her was no loss. With her father, he takes her from her home and drops her onto the doorstep of his Master-at-Arms, an exchange of ownership without a fight. The grief stricken male now owns her Brochan knew her orders were simple. Take care of his child and to make sure he didn't kill her or himself in his grief. He felt for her, tossed into the den of a grieving wolf without warning but she was his to do with as he wished. What happened to her was of no consequence to the Alpha or her father ~ Love can be found in destruction ~ They must figure out the torn apart world they find themselves in and peace settles for a brief moment before it shatters once more. Menza must find her way home and Brochan must settle the rage in his veins or he will lose the one chance he has left before Mene burns the last of his hope completely.

Book 6 of the Forgotten Series ~ Letting go is hard. ~ Michael Davis knew that well. He spent nearly a decade locked within his wolf after the death of his mate and his daughter. The pain so sharp and searing it drove him away from his pack and his home. Locked in the dark recesses of his mind he finally started to come to terms with the loss, began rebuilding his life. He had lost it all but some how gathered the shattered pieces of his life back together. He was a Beta male, walked side by side with his brother in bond and held his chin high with pride as he watched Luka. However sorrow always seemed close by and with his goddaughter Amelia hanging in the balance they are all sent to Altia to see what can be done. ~ Are you willing to pay the price of the Old Ways? ~ Lilith had been found wandering the forests, her mind shattered into sharp pieces. Her mind had been twisted and fractured by the Old Ways that clung to the edges of society. The madness her mate gave her caused her to give her pound of flesh for the Old Ways. An Alpha Male losing his heir to the madness that he had brought to his female. She was sent to those in Altia by the kind rogues who found her. She was left to wait for someone to come and help, someone who could help her put together the shards of sanity that lingered in her gaze. ~ Mene can bring together and she can shatter. ~ In one moment, that Micheal knows he will remember forever, he finds his life tangled with Lilith's as the goddess takes her blessing and leaves a gift in return. A new bond to a mad female who quietly asks him if he will put her back in the dark with eyes that shimmer with the barest hints of sanity. He doesn't understand but he cannot change the path that the goddess has set him on, he can only ride the tides of grief that now cling to his family and his pack because when the goddess gives, she also takes and that leaves a hole nothing can truly fill. ~ Are you ready for the price you must pay? ~