Celestine Colton was a survivor, against the turmoil and abuse against the werewolf kind in a world run solely by humanised factions, she's a cuffed butterfly tied down to a name she does not know and a name she cannot fulfil until every question about her family, her choices and life is answered. Starting with Nicolai Darkling, a tormented reign of terror in a world he couldn't claim, on a throne he could not call his until a mating was made. Overthrowing both his siblings to a seat at the throne table, he held his dear mate close to his side, no matter how hard she tried to run. She was his, he was certain of it, even if deserving her was no longer on the table. If only they knew the truth of the wolf with the touch of the flame, that fire cannot kill the one who's blood is embedded with it. Only one did. A joke to Celestine, Alastair didn't cherish her, but tried to use her and Elias tried to force her hand. Her record for mates is almost diabolical. Love is not a liability. Nor is it a curse. It's a gift they should have cherished, not questioned. But is it too late. Not at Nocturne. Not at a school that needs Celestine and Athena more than most need air to breathe. It's time a new chapter was set in course, and to uncover what Celestine knows in her heart, it's to find herself first at a school with more secrets than the Bermuda Triangle. What will happen when something else comes to play? Or someone else.

Brook Mill's is an ordinary 17 year old girl with an older abusive boyfriend, when her boyfriend Trey goes out of town for the weekend her best friend Mel convinces her to go to her brothers friends party. Things take an interesting turn when she meets a beautiful boy at the party and both of them seem to lose control, but it turns out the boy isn't what he appears. He's a shifter, son of an Alpha wolf, he accidentally mates her, marking her as his own. Her boyfriend is set on revenge, can Jayden protect her? and what will it cost him?

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14