[Now Complete!] What if the only way to prevent a war was to start one? Keel Argarast is a disgraced king, and the youngest ruler in Nosferatu history. Mills Millhatten is an exiled sorceress, banned from practicing magic. Together, they will either make history or usher in Extinction Day for all supernaturals. With their vampire-sorcerer bond growing stronger every day, destiny is calling. Now everything they have ever known hangs precariously in the balance -- RULER is the 3rd book in the BLOOD MAGIC Saga, so if you're as allergic to spoilers as I am, please consider reading the first two books, BLEEDER and LETTERS FROM NEW YORK, first. Thanks and enjoy!

(Completed) Until Mills and Keel, the sorcerer-vampire bond was solely the stuff of folklore and legend - a whispered myth with one hell of a body count. Now Mills has returned to New York City, to human life, but the bond is reawakening. And someone knows her secret. All her secrets... --- LETTERS FROM NEW YORK is a direct sequel to BLEEDER [Blood Magic, Book 1], so if you're as allergic to spoilers as I am, please consider reading the first novel first. Thanks!

What if everything you knew about yourself was a lie? Mildred "Mills" Millhatten had a good life: close-knit family, fantastic friends, decent grades and even a not-totally-annoying kid brother. You might say it was the best kind of ordinary. So nothing could have prepared her for being taken and cast into a strange, vicious world that she didn't know existed and has little hope of understanding. As a Bleeder - one whose lifeblood feeds the Nosferatu - her continued survival hangs ever in the balance. The creatures are keeping her alive because they believe her blood has mystical properties. Mills fears what will happen when they realize they are wrong. If she hopes to survive and discover who she truly is, she needs an ally. She needs to befriend the mysterious boy who's been secretly visiting her cell, even though he's destined to become a bloodthirsty monster. Because she lives in their world now, and if she doesn't do something fast, she's going to die in it too.

Acer learned how to live through dying. Cameron learned how to die through living. Two boys cross paths at a place they least expected to end up. With the same mindset and psychotic behaviour, Acer and Cameron join forces and spiral deeper into the insanity of their own minds, finding that true happiness is only what you can make up. But how far can their imagination go?

Keenan goes by many names. The Death King is one of them. He had grown accustomed to living his life with one set plan: only talk to humans when you absolutely need to. He craves the trouble they have to offer and gains excitement from their bloodshed. After obtaining what he needs, Keenan forgets about them by their last breath. But fate has a different plan in store for him, and Keenan finds that humans aren’t as simple as they seem.

Before Spencer Crest left, he called you ‘doc’. He was your favourite patient, and in return, you were his favourite psychiatrist. You understood him in a way nobody else could. You didn’t know where he came from, who his parents were, or how he knew you, but you never turned him away when he came knocking on your office doors well after hours. But then your favourite patient stopped coming. You asked around, but nobody in town seemed to know him. You never heard from Spencer Crest again. Until he started calling you. Cover Credit: Photo by Willko (willko.deviantart.com/) Design by Go_Figure Trailer Credit: Trailer made by me. WARNING: Contains some gruesome scenes and foul language. Read at your own risk.

Nobody knew where Jack came from. Nobody knew when he’d ever leave. From the moment he arrived at Saint Dymphna Asylum, Jack hadn’t uttered a word. He stayed voiceless and lost in his own world. Most figured that his past was terrible. Some guessed that he went to hell, but never came back. Suddenly, on a rainy day in October, Jack opens his mouth. And the truth is frightening. WARNING: This book contains evidence of homosexuality and use of foul language. Read at your own risk. Cover credit: Photo by Noil Klune (www.noilklune.com) Design by: simba-aa Trailer credit: Trailer made by me.

Shay Murray is completely bored with life. For some odd reason, despite his shitty attitude, he has plenty of so called friends and with a face like his, getting laid is no hardship. Women tend to give him anything he wants just to get with him so he never went without. But now he was just fuckin' out of his mind with boredom. Then while out on another monotonous date, he spots a guy sitting on a park bench...with dog ears and a tail that only he can apparently see. There he goes down the rabbit hole... Half Werewolf, half Golden Retriever shifter, Channing Ulrich, is used to getting taken advantaged of. Despite his intimidating size, once people see his fun loving and wanting to please personality, others don't hesitate to exploit it. Especially his new pack where his Werewolf father is one of the Betas. Soft hearted Channing has always dreamed of his special someone, that person destined to be his mate like in the stories his mother would tell him when he but a little pup. Then he meets prickly Shay and he's no longer lonely. Shay's been around the block, even tried out a guy once, but Channings happy go lucky personality gets on his nerves. Plus he wasn't digging the whole mated to a half werewolf mumbo-jumbo thing but the big guy is persistent. No matter how hard he pushes Channing away, he always comes back like a puppy. Little by little, with the constant onslaught of Channing's mix vulnerability and seduction, Shays walls begins to crumble. But someone wants Shay out the way, bad enough to kill him. And no matter how much his Pack disapproves of his mating, Channing will stand by his mate. He'll protect Shay even if he has to become the monster lurking inside him to do it.

3518 A.D. Exactly 1500 years ago, Earth had been pushed to its limits and threatened to collaps on itself if we didn't act in time. Mankind didn't know what to do anymore and had declared our home doomed, our days numbered. That was, until the supernatural society decided to step up and take actions in their own hands. Creatures we thought never existed suddenly appeared out of their secret societies to safe Earth, to erase our mistakes and begin anew. They succeeded but parts of the world vanished for centuries due to the climate being completely out of the normal before it settled again and left the world at peace again. But not for mankind; all the other races had grown to dislike us, hate us. A witch hunt ensued and now only few of us are left. I've been running all of my life to remain free and alive, to survive and be as happy as humanly possible. My name is Thorn and I'm part of the last humans on our planet. Sadly, I'm not entirely human...

"People hide things up their sleeves. Sometimes it's cool things, like cards, like magic. Sometimes it's sad things, like scars, like depression." Psychological disorders are nothing new to Frankie Anderson. He's been around them his entire life, with his mother being a psychiatrist and all, and they never really bothered him. Until he moves to Ravenview, that is, and his life seems to do a complete 180 from the usual patient-gets-mental-diagnostic-from-Ma-and-gets-better norm. First of all, his new town is weird, including the people in it. Second of all, the town neighboring his is even weirder--people from Ravenview go to Suicideville to take their own lives almost every month. And thirdly, probably the weirdest, most screwed up thing to happen to him yet, he finds himself growing attached to his best friend's suicidal, self-destructive, clinically depressed older brother. And he's never been so desperate to help someone, to show them that there's more to life than pills, a bottle and a gun before it's too late.