Vampires. A phenomenon so rare that there are only three. The first, one so ancient her origins are unknown. The second, a mere wanderer that cares not for the troubles of others and the last, cursed before he even left the womb, a monster that lives among those that wish for nothing more than his demise. Wallie Jonessan is now a butler to one of those monsters, Soran Makai. Those among the estate fear the Archduke that treats all with a cold distance but Wallie carries a secret; a secret that allows him to grow closer to one that has long forgotten the meaning of comfort. Through days spent together, a bond is formed between vampire and human that cannot last. Royals fearful of Soran, and greedy for the power he possesses, are an ever looming threat. Danger lurks around every corner and traitors wait patiently for their time to strike. Although a monster Soran Makai may or may not be, Wallie is about to learn that vampires are not the only beasts that curse the land. Humans can be just as cruel, especially towards a love they simply cannot accept.

Not everyone has a mate, and this is the reality of Alek Kuznetsov. On his eighteenth birthday instead of feeling the pull and yearning for a mate, Alek's spirit felt dead. Confusion and depression drove him out of his Siberian wolf clan to seek something to fill the void. Now thirty-five and a seasoned traveler, Alek finds himself stranded when the lowlands of Alberta are being cleared for the building of industrial warehouses. He decides to seek help in the nearest pack settlement in Peace River. As he pleads for help Alek locks eyes with the most beautiful man he has ever seen. Ahote is someone else's mate. Ahote was just twenty-four, and Ahote had a son and a place in his clan. There was no way Alek could get him to love a foreign rogue like himself, but would it hurt to try?

Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in Yorkshire, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.

Antinous is destined to die. Envied by the gods and despised by his rivals, the Greek youth from Bithynia is the most beautiful boy in the Roman Empire, summoned to the Eternal City where the emperor, Hadrian, makes him his lover. Just when Antinous thinks he has outrun destiny, he meets Leonides, a bold young soldier who conquers his heart. He desires the soldier but belongs to the emperor. If he gives in to temptation it may cost them their lives. His rivals are always talking and the gods always watching.

Fifteen year old Lincoln Taylor's life had finally settled down, before the unthinkable happened. Suddenly sent to live with a father he never knew and a family he had never even met, his life is turned upside down. Finding love along the way, he struggles to find out where and who he should be in the world. Will he return to a life in the London underworld or learn to trust again?

A short bl story that is subtle and enticing... About a bird And the boy he loves.

ALTERNATIVE TITLE: "i don't care," reid says, caringly, as he cares deeply.

Asher is marked. Branded. Bitten. The inhabitants of Hollow Grove call people like him anything from an abomination to an omen of what is to come to the small Louisianan town. His shoulder is scarred with the evidence of a creature who might still lurk in the halls of Hollow High... or his own home. Asher's life of spending every Friday night in the football stadium and his senior year torturing underclassmen with horror stories about his mark's true ascendance, may just come crashing down at the feet of Thane Hale. He disappeared the night Asher was bitten; now, the man is back after the town is left shaken with the disappearance of their star quarterback, taken in the middle of their famous Friday night football game. Something unwelcome is lurking in Hollow Grove, but the real question, is what. Join Asher as he's forced to face revelations, betrayals, death, and his nightmares. BEAUTIFUL TRAILER BY @VALUABLES

"There is only one rule: The light is for the living. The dark is for the detested." The world is a different place after the clock's hand strikes eight; the living know it, but they don't have any idea what lurks in the dark. The Holidays have never exactly been a strict family, especially when they're hardly a family at all. The two siblings, rough-around-the-edges Marty, is a security guard at one of Louisania's hottest clubs Pandora's Box, and Jay Holiday, the do-gooder of the duo, are in a thrill of a lifetime after bodies begin to stack up in their late parents' diner- after Curfew. Cadmus Yaegar is exactly what lurks beneath the curtain of night, and he wants Jay Holiday. Join Curfew as the Holidays are forced to learn exactly what they should be afraid of. * Beautiful cover and trailer by @valuables (alias @xchains) (obviously this has bxb undertones, obviously. But, I'm not relying on two characters' needs to get in each other's pants.) *AND DIVERSITY*

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION