(Book 3/3) Being a Dyrith adds a whole new level of complexity when you're also a werewolf. In this realm of powerful creatures, when you have the abilities of more than one, what does that make you? ... Rayne Ylva has no idea what she has wrapped herself into but her fate seems to be written in a prophecy. A prophecy that was told to oppose the tyrants in power, a prophecy that could define her future. It won't be long before Rayne realizes that she's not as ordinary as she seems, and there's more to her than just being a Dyrith. But is her extraordinary nature, worth being chased around the world? Is it worth not going back to the place she calls home? Is it worth being away from the one she loves? She will have to find a way to get out of this mess before it gets to her. She will have to learn so much more before she's capable to fight back. Step One: Finding out who she really is. ... Book 3, HTTIC: Dyrith Disclaimer: This is the third installment of the 'Heir To The Iron Crown' series. Kindly check out the first two stories as this is not a stand-alone book.

!!(Slow Updates)!! He's strong and can strike fear into the hearts of anyone. She's weak and scared easily. Nobody tells him what to do. She follows orders without complaint. He's an overpowered, hybrid, monster of a man. She's a tiny, shiftless, omega of a wolf. But they do have one thing in common. They're mates. But is that all true? In a world of evil, of cruelty, violence and deception, a monster lives. In a world of torture, of pain and of suffering, a little wolf lives. In a world of hidden secrets, ice, and ancient metal, the little wolf and the monster find each other. Then begins the chaos.

Bree Somers is your basic werewolf. White in color, gets rejected by her mate (hint hint it's the alpha) but what separates her story from the rest is what happens when she starts to know more about herself and her abilities. (UNEDITED)

"I don't want you either." I murmur, knowing he'd hear me. He did, and his body tensed, his hands balling at his sides. Of course, I was lying and of course I felt the same feeling in my chest like a knife stabbing at my heart. I knew, Dakoda knew, that somewhere in there, I would and will always want him, but I refuse to be broken over him. ¿*? In the world of werepeople, there is one thing -- the main thing -- that every girl dreams to have, a man to cherish her -- a mate. And the worst thing that can happen in this world, is getting rejected by the one person who should love you forever. And when you've never had anything close to affection in your life, getting rejected is ten times worse.

Contrary to popular belief, I am not a violent man. Just because I am surrounded by violence does not make me someone who responds with aggression as soon as I am threatened. I feel no need to show my dominance to others to validate myself. Any and all past actions can easily be explained as accidental occurrences forced upon me by cause and effect. Cause: The only person to have ever survived one of my attacks happened to be a very powerful woman. Affect: I am now bonded to her. But like everything in this world, something must be taken if something has been given. Even if it was unwanted. Cause: My attack triggered her curse. Affect: I've laid bodies to rest in my search for her. Contrary to popular belief, I am not a violent man. And yet, the more time I spend with her, the harder it is to convince myself of that.

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

Book #2 of A Royal Secret Trilogy (This Version was never finished) The Mature Version is finished. Darkness falls over the Kingdom with the death of their future Queen. Prince Caden see's no reason. All who sent his love to her death are tortured. No one is able to rein him in. Not even his father, the King. No one, but a voice on the radio. A single voice which gives him hope. The possibility of a fresh start. One he will cherish for the rest of his life if given the opportunity. Past mistakes always have a way of repeating themselves. All the new hope he holds close to his heart is on the brink of falling, dragging him down into the deepest darkest place in his mind. It's all decided one single night. One night which could wipe out a whole Kingdom in the blink of an eye. This is only a sample! If you wish to read the rest it's on www.patreon.com/tessat

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

Selah is lost in her heat - suffering through it alone for the first time in 15 years. She thought she locked the door to her safe room...

{Mature Content} RECONSTRUCTION AND EDITING TAKING PLACE. SLOW PROGRESS. Broken. Shattered. Traumatized. Three key words to be describe Elena. She has felt pain, she has felt hate, she has felt rejection. The one thing she hasn't felt is love. When Elena escapes her tormentors, she runs into another packs territory. Currently a rouge, she is captured and taken to the King, a cruel and cold man. But when the King lays eyes on Elena everything changes. UNDERGOING EDITING AND RECONSTRUCTION - This book was previously finished, however I am reconstructing and editing. THE CHAPTERS AVAILABLE ARE THE ONLY EDITED CHAPTERS. This story contains Mature Content, Violence and Abuse. It is not suitable for viewers under the age of 13. Cover Credit - @Black_Spades56