Sword still in her hands, she stomped her foot again. "Why are you smiling?" Brainwashed? Check. Sheltered? Check. Lost and alone? Check and, uh, check. That about summed Megan up. Banished from the heavens-kicked out-same thing-everyone thought for sure that this was it for her. Of course, no one had taken the demon King into account. He shrugged. "Because I'm happy." "Why?" She asked. "Because I find you endearing." "Why?" Desperate? Damn straight. Loved up? Beyond recognition. Prepared to rip anybody and everybody's throat out at any given moment for looking at her wrong? Absolutely. Claudio had waited far too long for his mate. Nothing was getting in the way of their forever. Not life. Not death. Certainly not a war that she'd be heading. "Because I've waited a long time for this. I'm going to explain to you what it means to be a... mate."

Faith's entire life had been dictated by a prophecy. A stupid prophecy, if you asked her. Coddled and over-protected, Faith decides to do something about it. Finding herself a job, she's thrust into the very heart of the war. In a lonely graveyard, the heir to the werewolf throne meets her match.

Rosa dying was pretty much a given. It was always going to happen-but the how had always been uncertain. Would her ex-lover decide she'd lived long enough, ending her life because she knew too much? Would said ex-lover's enemies come for her throat, realising she could be used as bait? Or would she accidentally kill herself, slipping on beer she'd failed to clean up? Rosa didn't care much for the how-but Gods, what she'd give to know the when.

"I don't need a backup plan." Her doubt in him was offensive. Killian would move mountains to get what he wanted. He'd topple kingdoms, thrones and royals without a second thought. So long as he had the means. Forever oppressed as vampire General, the throne he hankered for seemed unattainable. Out of reach. Until her. "That sounds like over-confidence," She tutted, trailing her fingers across his lips. "It's me who'll die if that goes wrong. I'd appreciate a backup plan." Their alliance wasn't born from trust. Or lust. Not even toleration. They were pushed together without choice. Only circumstance called for rebellion. His words were a fluttery whisper against her mouth. "I promise you right now, we don't need a backup plan. Tomorrow, everything I've planned will go accordingly. Have a little faith in me Sinclair. I won't let you die." Separate plans. Separate motivations. Was working together even possible? She pressed her forehead to his, the distance between them nigh non-existent. "I hope that's a promise you're able to keep. If I die, I'll haunt you."

Kyra was made to serve a purpose. To fight in some big war and kill some big enemy. The usual. Except with too many questions and not enough answers, Kyra put her foot down. Enough was enough. Escorted to her big bad creator's office, Kyra's life spirals out of hand.

"I'm not entertaining this anymore." She gave his chest another push. "Your pet's done playing games tonight." "My question," He reminded her. She held up her middle finger. "My answer." Evie Wicker is so done with the supernatural world. Like, 100% done with it. Totally. And she's quite content with her cute little human shop, her good-for-nothing boyfriend and a microwave meal every night. Oh yeah. Evie Wicker swapped out the magic spells and the witchy badassery for takeaway food and the 9 to 5. No regrets? Right... "What do you think you're doing?" Half-dressed, she rose with a tank top in hand. He cursed again at the sight of it. His night was going to be awful. With breasts like that pressed against him, what was a man to do? "I figured since I don't hold a candle to wolfy women, I've got nothing to worry about." He felt a growl building in his throat. "And we both know you're above easy witches." Century after century, Lorcan- King of the werewolves- has been comforted by the promise of her. His mate. He had expectations for greatness. Instead, he got her. Lacking. Why did she have to be a witch? "But you hate the witches." "I don't hate my witch." "You'd stop a war that's twice my age for me?" "Why else?" When he decides he wants her, will she want him back? DAILY UPDATES

When you live in a world where your financial status determines the outcome for your life, fear is all one knows. Scarlett Madison, a young werewolf, faces life in the sectors because of her family's poverty. With no hope at advancing into a high-status pack, Scarlett makes one mistake that takes her down an uncharted path that leads her directly into the arms of her soulmate-the king of her nation. With a war brewing between the wolves and the hunters, Scarlett has to make a decision: take the throne alongside her mate or to choose her people in the sectors. _____________________________________________ Chapters are removed for publishing. You can continue the series as long as you read The War Bond first. Book 1 of the bond series. Series in order: 1. The Royal Bond -published 2. The War Bond 3. The Power Bond 4. The Intelligence Bond 5. The Immaculateness Bond 6. The Malevolent Bond 7. The Rampant Bond 8. The Queen's Bond

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

*BOOK ONE* (Can he read as standalone) (Completed) Sequel: Alpha Kaden "You can't love him, you need someone who you're more compatible with," he insisted. His arms moved suddenly, his palms slamming against the wall beside my head, his arms locked into place. "You wouldn't know," I gritted out in frustration. Landon sighed, leaning in further till his soft lips pressed against my neck lightly, briefly, making me gasp. "Trust me, I know exactly who you suit," he whispered. "Remember the night at your house after dinner?" He asked, his lips leaving soft kisses up to my ear. I shuddered, nodding. He smiled gently against my skin. "I did want to kiss you." (Mature content involved, although there are warnings) ** *Book One in the Alpha series*

*BOOK TWO* (Can he read as standalone) **THIS BOOK IS FULLY PUBLISHED NOW ON AMAZON. FIFTEEN CHAPTERS FROM THE END OF THIS BOOK HAVE BEEN REMOVED!! ** ••• Mara always assumed her mate would be a man from her own Pack. A good man. Not a sadistic, sinful Alpha named Kaden. Alpha Kaden. He's a man of riddles and cryptic puzzles. His identity is one of them. His touch, another. And what he loves most in this world, is a game. And one night, he steals Mara from her bed, and makes her a player. When escaping his riddles means punishment, Mara finds herself questioning what is real, and what is not. But that all changes, when Mara discovers the truth behind his touch... ••• *Book Two in the Alpha series* (Not necessary to read the first book Alpha Landon -Available on my profile.) *mature themes and language* (I am part of Wattpad Futures, so you will see ads)