They are born of myth, legend, and lore. Beautiful women beneath the waves, tempting sailors with playful smiles and beckoning gazed as the break the surface. It is nearly every young sailors dream to encounter a mermaid, to see the beauties of the sea. Maybe, just maybe, to catch one too. That is...until their wish comes true. They find themselves face to face with the strange enchanting girl smiling just above the surface with skin like moonlight and lips like rose petals. Just one touch, is all it takes to seal a sailors fate. Beneath the waves is not ethereal beauty. But claws, and fangs, and blades of stone. Revealed in the sea is a mermaids true face and a sailors deadly fate. And Zariel is the deadliest of them all. Daughter of Poseidon and a deep sea mermaid she is dark, powerful, and beautiful by both mermaid standards and especially that of the humans. There is nothing she enjoys more than a hunt, collecting different skulls of different types of humans. Navy men, merchants, fishermen, pirates, and travelers alike. She has them all. Her collection is as admirable as her ferociousness. Only one type of mortal is missing. One skull she has yet to collect. A royal. Royal bones for a royal mermaid. Zariel, princess of the sea, doesn't want just any royal. No. She wants a prince. One who matches her in both ferocity and blood thirst. Zariel was going to get the skull of Rowan Delacroix if it was the last thing she did. Formerly first inline to the throne. A prince turned pirate. A hunter of mermaids. His ship was one she would take pride in wreaking.

"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

Highest ranking: #23 in Werewolf "I LOVE IT." -@lottiee_x "This story is so unbelievably amazing!" -@NovemberRain16 "I have become obsessed with this story!" -@xxMailbu911xx "Ah man! I want moreeeeee I'm already in love with this book!" -@GossipGirlzsx ______________________________________ What if you grew up your whole life thinking you were human? What if you lived your entire life thinking you were just an insane child that no one wanted? One day, you were just dropped off at an orphanage with not a bit of information about you, but a code tattooed to your collarbone. What exactly does that make of you? Something a little crazy, that's for sure. Between the voices in her head and the constant murderous thoughts, it didn't surprise Arden that she was moved from an orphanage to a mental hospital at just thirteen. Four years of imprisonment with some of America's most insane, getting out was like a breath of fresh air. That is until she gets caught up with a pack of wolves who's main goal in life is to kill anyone around them. It just so happens that the only thing that keeps Arden from having an extremely short-lived freedom is the interest the alpha shows toward her seeing as they are destined for one another. Growing up for Kieran, the alpha, wasn't exactly a walk in the park either, though. Being taught all his life never to grow attached and tear apart anyone who tested him, isn't exactly helpful in the situation of having a mate. Poor Arden, having to learn to love someone more feral than the most savage of rogues and slightly more insane than herself. Not to mention, the never-ending battle between pack-wolves and shredders never quite giving any of them a break. sequel to: The Alpha Calls Me Kitten ≪ Do not have to read^^ in order to thoroughly understand content ≫ © All Rights Reserved 2015

My name is Amaya Stone. I am 22 years old and this is my story... My father - "gambling addict". But one day, he took a loan from a guy who he didn't know was The King of all Vampires and gambled away all of the money. When the time came for repayment, he had no money and sold me to that blood sucking monster!! What the hell? ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ My name is Elvin Silvester and I'm 356 years old since my existence as vampire but 24 years old as a young boy. I kept searching for my beloved for years and years till I gave up and thought that she didn't exist. Then, by luck?... one day, a man who smelled like shit and looked similarly to the smell, asked me for a loan of $2 million. I gave the money to him as it didn't matter too much. But then when the time came to repay, well, let's just say he didn't. Instead he proposed me a deal. He would repay me by selling her daughter to me. When he showed me her, I knew... I just...knew that she was my beloved... and I would do anything to gain her, protect her and claim her!

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