"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."

A heart-pounding, opposites-attract love story where sparks fly between a brooding biker and a bubbly dreamer. Jaxon "Axe" Steele doesn't have time for softness. Cold, guarded, and impossibly charming, he's the kind of guy who thrives on chaos and speed. With piercing blue eyes, messy honey-brown hair, and a body inked with stories, Axe cuts through life's noise with a razor-sharp edge. His world revolves around his jet-black Ducati, his chosen biker family, and staying far away from anything that threatens his hard-earned control-especially love. Ivy Sinclair is a small-town girl with big dreams. Bright, optimistic, and full of life, she's chased the city lights to make a name for herself, working at her charming little café in the heart of a gritty neighborhood. With golden-blonde hair, doe-green eyes, and a smile that could melt anyone, Ivy stands out in the biker world like a burst of color. Despite her cheerful demeanor, she's no stranger to life's challenges and isn't afraid to take on anything-or anyone-that stands in her way. But when Ivy's cheerful world collides with Axe's dark, stormy life, neither of them expects what happens next. Ivy refuses to let his cold exterior push her away, and Axe finds himself drawn to her warmth-despite every instinct telling him to run. Can this unlikely pair survive the friction between their worlds, or will they crash and burn?

Reya, a twenty three year old werewolf huntress faces her worst nightmare on her first hunt- discovering she's mated to the very creature she's supposed to despise and kill. Werewolves are plagued with a curse. They weaken every six months, giving the humans a fair shot at hunting them down. With Reya's own colony at her throat, and threatening to kill the very man she's destined to love, she's faced with a decision- turn on her own kind for the sake of her soulmate, or be killed along with him.

"W-what does that m-mean?" I stutter and curse myself again for stuttering, that same smirk plastered on his stupidly adorable face yet again. "It means," He un-crosses his legs and comes over to me, resting his two large ring clad hands on the armrests of my chair as he leans towards me, "You are mine." "No one else can touch what's mine." ~~~~~ Blue has spent the last 10 years of her life surrounded by war and destruction. The most recent 4 years have been under the new and corrupt ruling of the Werewolves. The humans are suppressed into groups, ruled over by the Howlers - as they call them. What happens when after a Pale attack, the Alpha King decides to pay the humans a little visit? ~~~~~ Started: 06/10/19 Finished: 02/06/20 COMPLETED (Those are British dates so day/month/year)

After the failed attempt at binding the Night and Autumn Courts together through the marriage of the Morrigan and Eris it leaves Beron's suposide heir without a bride. Leaving another young royal girl in the cross fire of the Vanserra family. After almost fifty years of peace Beron and the High Lord of Dawn, Thesan's father, agrees to part with his younger daughter. Leaving young Melona on a long journey in learning to survive the cut throat Autumn Court and learn to tollerate her newly betrothed. (Prequil to ACOTAR)

Azriel X Scarlett Vanserra (Eris' Eldest Daughter). 18+ Spiciness and a bit of a slow burn!!!! What happens when your High Lord and Lady agree to temporarily house your nemesis' offspring? Well falling in love and finding his mate was certainly not the answer Azriel was expecting. ◈⋙◇◈◇⋘◈ I glance at Nesta who watches her mate slowly tethering on the edge of becoming unconscious as he refuses to tap out. "You want to call it or will we be down a trainer today?" I ask quietly as her eyes fume with rage over Scarletts victory. "That's enough." She snaps, projecting her voice. "He's done." Releasing him, Scarlett drops her grip and Cassian falls forward gasping for air. Turning on her heels she cocks her head as her eyes meet mine. "What do you say, Shadowsinger... up for a match?" Definitely Eris' daughter. The familiar arrogant and cocky attitude briefly shows on her face before she once again puts on the stoic expression of a warrior who can't be read. Not vocalizing my acceptance, I simply walk into the fighting area as Cassian shifts off to stand with his mate. No doubt another bet is being placed. "Nesta." She calls out without taking her eyes off me. "You call it." Changing her stance to a different one than what she started with in Cassian's fight I see just how smart she is. She's already switching her strategy up before she sees me make a move. "On three!" Nesta's voice calls through the air and I keep my focus on the female in front of me, her Amber eyes burning into me. "One!" A breeze blows and her scent fills my nose. Cider, cinnamon... mmm crisp leaves. "Two!" A living embodiment of Autumn. "Three!" Nesta calls and I wait for Scarlett to strike the first blow. ◈⋙◇◈◇⋘◈ A/N: I do not own any of these characters and this is a fanfic made for the fun of writing and the love of our fictional bat boys from the ACOTAR books! Notable Rankings: #1 erisvanserra #1 nightcourt #1 vanserra #1 acosf #3 spymaster #9 acotar

Vel, an Oracle older than Prythian itself, visits the Autumn Court at the request of its High Lord. While there she gets swept up in the court's political scheming, with Eris trying to win her favor using any means necessary. But all is not what it seems and her visit is cut short by a bloody betrayal. Now, alone and afraid she must escape Autumn and get back home. - Perhaps she'd misjudged him and he was actually going to slice her open. Vel decided she wasn't going to stick around to find out. In the blink of an eye, she squeezed her palm between the blade and her neck, scraping most of the skin off in the process, and with her other arm she elbowed Eris in the stomach as hard as she could. The dagger clattered to the floor slick with her blood and Eris released her, stumbling a few feet back. She turned back towards him, palms up. Blood was pouring down her left arm, dripping into her sleeve. He'd already produced another dagger from Mother knew where and was about to throw it at her face. "Wait. Eris. We want the same thing. We could work together if you would just trust me." Eris narrowed his eyes at her. "Trust you? Do you genuinely think I'm simple?" he hissed out the words, trying to keep his voice low. "You want me to trust you when all you've been doing since you got here has been sneaking around and spying on us."

Book three of the Forgotten series ~ Weakness is not allowed in the Mountain packs. Living in the mountains, away from civilization and away from the eyes of mundanes. The Mountain packs are harsh and brutal. Shifter against shifter. Pack against pack. Wolves against wolves. All fighting for the same thing. Survival. Azrael Thorn was a powerful Alpha. He had taken his title by force, as tradition dictated. Power and authority of the Alphas and shifters who had challenged him and lost radiated off of his tall, bulky frame. He was dangerous and he was everything an Alpha of a Mountain pack should be. Yet he had no mate or family to call his own. But a mate who could not stand the bitterly cold winters or the brutality of the pack would not produce strength. It would only bring weakness. Weakness is not allowed in the Mountain packs. ~ If the pain stops, it means you are dead. Lace Owens is underestimated at every turn. Her small and delicate built matches her name but the power of defeated enemies hang off her heavily. A power and an authority that would bring many men to their knees if they sensed it, hangs off of her like an oppressively dark cloud but she hides it carefully. Unwilling to let anyone see just how powerful she has become. Her skin is marked with a painful past and she has turned a thing of cruelty into a thing of beauty with her blade. Swirling patterns adorning her skin, hiding the cruelty among her willing pain, her only comfort against the world around her. If the pain stops, it means you are dead. ~ Two world collide as Azrael and Lace form a bond and spiral down into unfamiliar territory where Azrael is shown that strength doesn't always come from size and Lace learns that love can spring from even the most painful places. Together they show the werewolf world a long held belief still stands strong. Weakness is not allowed in the Mountain packs. ~

Book 6 of the Forgotten Series ~ Letting go is hard. ~ Michael Davis knew that well. He spent nearly a decade locked within his wolf after the death of his mate and his daughter. The pain so sharp and searing it drove him away from his pack and his home. Locked in the dark recesses of his mind he finally started to come to terms with the loss, began rebuilding his life. He had lost it all but some how gathered the shattered pieces of his life back together. He was a Beta male, walked side by side with his brother in bond and held his chin high with pride as he watched Luka. However sorrow always seemed close by and with his goddaughter Amelia hanging in the balance they are all sent to Altia to see what can be done. ~ Are you willing to pay the price of the Old Ways? ~ Lilith had been found wandering the forests, her mind shattered into sharp pieces. Her mind had been twisted and fractured by the Old Ways that clung to the edges of society. The madness her mate gave her caused her to give her pound of flesh for the Old Ways. An Alpha Male losing his heir to the madness that he had brought to his female. She was sent to those in Altia by the kind rogues who found her. She was left to wait for someone to come and help, someone who could help her put together the shards of sanity that lingered in her gaze. ~ Mene can bring together and she can shatter. ~ In one moment, that Micheal knows he will remember forever, he finds his life tangled with Lilith's as the goddess takes her blessing and leaves a gift in return. A new bond to a mad female who quietly asks him if he will put her back in the dark with eyes that shimmer with the barest hints of sanity. He doesn't understand but he cannot change the path that the goddess has set him on, he can only ride the tides of grief that now cling to his family and his pack because when the goddess gives, she also takes and that leaves a hole nothing can truly fill. ~ Are you ready for the price you must pay? ~