His dark voice trails down her spine, lighting a path of desire that renders her breathless. "If only I were in a position of no consequence." Alia's breath wavers when the pad of his thumb slowly glides across her bottom lip. "Then I could give in to the desire of killing the men who touch you." • It is the year 2358 and the Lycanthrope Kingdom is crumbling. Alia Cain is a 23 year old werewolf. She finds the King to be weak, impulsive and unfit to rule. She's witnessed his cruel actions, first-hand, when he sent Warriors of the Throne to kill her parents. She was 19. After their deaths, her uncle Darian - a highly respected Commander of the Throne - took her in and helped train her into the fighter she needs to be, to kill the King. But things don't always work out the in way you want them to. Not only does Alia have to leave her pack to survive, but her mind, body and soul desperately crave to uncover the mystery of the man who dominates everyone and everything around him with an aura so Herculean he makes all fall to their knees before him. A man who silences and relaxes his fellow pack members with his protective presence and has enough power to slaughter an entire Pack. Valen Volkov. A fierce and extremely powerful beast of a man with a harrowing past that has haunted him for years on end. Endless years of torture has resulted in him losing his memory and not only does he have no true sense of identity, but everyone around him wants him to become King. He finds no interest in the role, but things soon change when he meets a troubled Fugitive named Alia Cain. MATURE CONTENT. This includes detailed descriptions of violence, strong language, and sexual content. #1 fiction 14/02/23 #1 lycanking 30/05/23 #1 royal 17/06/23 #1 slowburn 29/08/23 #1 supernatural 02/03/24 #1 king 21/07/24 #1 adult 07/08/24 #1 lycanthrope 18/12/24 #1 paranormal 09/05/25

He was said to be the strongest of his kind. Impressed by his strengths and foreseeing his regime as a great king, he was blessed with a mate who would complement his strengths and character... but she turned out to be the infamous Bastard Princess. ... the end chapters are available on Inkitt for free. the link is in my bio.

COMPLETED "Let me see your face." Savage, fierce, unforgiving, the world of the Far North is nothing like the land of Dunes where Bessa was birthed. From the first moment Bessa's feet touch the Far Northern land she has to fight tooth and claw for her rightful place within a pack that holds strict to the Old Ways. She will face competition for space within her mate's heart that he has already given to another. Bessa will face a hunger that she never thought she would ever have to hunger for...Love. Bessa holds her own secrets that will test her Moon's gifts to the limit. Bessa from across the sea will captivate your minds and your hearts as she faces challenge after challenge to rise to the top. There is a reason they will call her Luna.

Deep in the shadows A darkness lies A ceaseless war That will not die Savage beats With eyes of red With claws and teeth They have bled The strong will survive The weak will die They strive for power And refuse to cry You have no choice If they come for you They will hunt and chase Until they claim you too You cannot hide You cannot run Because for them The hunt has begun

"NO!" I pull at his hand, trying to restrain it from hitting the glass. He can't break it! "Please, don't!" I cry out, only to be thrown across the room, my body colliding with the wall. My only way home, my only chance to see the world I love and know. And just like that, his fist collides with the mirror, the glass shattering to the ground as I scream. Tears begin to fall as I scream at him, watching as he approaches me like a predator, his hands bloody, his eyes turning black. I'm trapped here, forever. And he couldn't be more happy.

I turned to reach his left ear, grazing his jaw with the tip of my nose. "Be careful what you wish for, Mate." I kissed him under his earlobe, my lips hot on his already scorching skin. He growled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through his chest. "Sometimes our deepest desires are not meant to be satisfied." ~•~•~•~•~•~ Lara Crawford was a brilliant Med student who had all her life planned out, until one fateful event turned her in something she didn't believe existed. But humans, especially females, are not supposed to survive the shift and in case they do, they become weak wolves. But not Lara. Not only she survived, but she was also gifted with the power of an Alpha Female. An abomination. Four years forward she lives as a lone wolf in the city of Seattle, until she is called upon the Silverblood pack to solve the mystery of a human disease spreading through the wolves. Lara lived as a lone Alpha Female, but maybe an encounter by fate might change that. ~•~•~•~•~•~ •2nd place winner in the Majestic Awards 2018. •2nd place winner in the Mystic Awards 2018. •2nd place winner in the Blossoming Story Awards 2018 • 10 in #Werewolf Thank you from the bottom of my heart. *updating and slowly editing*

Hill wasn't just going to submit to her mate...when she finds him of course. She had a job, one that she took incredibly seriously, or else why would she be walking around with silver all over her body when she could get hurt from the venom herself. She was an enforcer, she enforced rules to rogues and Alpha's and if they didn't listen, she killed them. Mate or not, so it was't a surprise that here she was standing, with silver handcuffs around her mate's hands. There was no feelings involved, feelings made you weak.

Book 1 in the Deviant Creatures Series In the slums of New York City an underground prison sat. The City that Never Sleeps wasn't all it seemed, ruled by the society of the supernatural, the gang wars were pack wars, the drug dealers were carriers for money hungry beasts. But in the midst of all the chaos sat the prison. Everest Peak Penitentiary was renowned for being the most dangerous werewolf prison in the States, all of the traitors, tyrants, and hellions went there. The worst of the worst. Only the strongest survived. You had to fight your way to the top, past the plotting twats and bloodthirsty savages. Right up to the top, to the throne. It was known for that she-wolves never go to Everest. Save for the exception of Olympe Tryker. For years she had been the talk of the supernatural, her crimes horrid, her temper even worse. At the young age of fifteen she had been incarcerated into Everest. And she, like everyone else there, learned the hard way. It was kill or be killed. •Warning - Mature Themes• •cover by Deviation-•

After stumbling upon a murder, Quinn Reilly is placed under a witness-protection program. But things spiral out of control when Alpha Jed Trevino shows up, claiming to be both the murderer and her mate. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2015 by Noelle N.

* 'I-I am sorry your highness I touched ...!' She was trying to apologize, but she fell silent as she could not utter with her mouth that she accidentally touched his lips. 'But I am not sorry!' He said calmly looking straight at her. What was she supposed to say after hearing his words? 'I did not mean to touch your highness's ...' she said with great difficulty. 'That was not a touch.' He said not permitting her to brush it off as an accident, even though it clearly was. 'It was a kiss.' He said with a hoarse determined voice. She widened her eyes, as her face flushed even more than it did when she realized what she had done. He dared to say the word she avoided. 'That was not! I...' she tried to refute. 'What is a kiss Celia?' She could not answer. How could she say the definition of a kiss with her own mouth, it would only confirm his words. * 'It was an accident. I am truly sorry, I did not mean any discourtesy towards your highness. If I can make up for my error somehow?' She quickly said. She did not know of his personal life, as he had a tight security around him and nobody knew much of the king outside official visits and business. He must have felt insulted. 'Please don't call it an accident. For a first kiss of a person to be called an accident ...' He said again with a dejected tone, but did not continue. It was like he had already gotten his point across. 'Ahhh. I am so sorry! It really was an ...' She wanted to say accident but, because of his pleading she could not actually say it. To have committed the blame of taking the king's first kiss and then not acknowledging it, how would he think of her? At this point she did not even realize that their roles had reversed, or that it was her first kiss also. PS: If you like loyal mates... then please proceed further :D