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Greece. 7th century B.C. She's bathed in silk and gold. Her beauty beyond compare. Her combat skills even better then Artemisia herself. A god is what she's called, and a god she is. Ruthless. Deadly. And Powerful. She's the moon goddess's greatest creation, a Lycan stronger than any, faster than all and feared by every monster you could ever know. Only, He didn't run. He doesn't cower in fear. She Didn't scare him, and for whatever reason she didn't want to. In a world of Lycans and werewolves, animal instinct drive her, and her monster will force him to her will. She's the Lycan Queen And The Queen Always Gets What She Wants. That is, unless he fights back and bends her to his will. ~♡~♡~♡~ !!Sneak Peek!! "Ambrosia holds him, his body half submerged in the water and her eyes connecting with the healing torn flesh of his shoulder. She keeps him down as she lowers herself to his wound, her tongue grazing over his dripping blood and gaping skin. Nicandros fights against the heat of her tongue and the feel of her body pressed against him. His canines are shown as he growls and tries to bite onto whatever he can, but her position withholds him from any attack. He felt her tongue trace the bite marks, her lips grazing over the open flesh, slowly tracing down to his chest and licking the few Wounds that had yet to heal." ~°~°~°~°~ *Please be warned that this book contains strong sexual content* This story is NOT completed yet. Updated every 2 weeks. <3 ~°~°~°~°~ #1 in Likeagirl 8/2/19 #2 in wattywolves 8/7/19 #53 in warrior 8/8/19 #36 in Ruthless 8/7/19 #21 in deadly 8/8/19

THE DEATH OF A SPARROW through the icy midnight comes the somber light of what can be life. in that comes the whisper of gods who speak from those of holy bodies. then comes the saints born to bear the sacred gifts to protect the light. rights reserved | ©️ fantasy novel featured by @_Dark_Fantasy #598 in action #915 in adventure #957 in fantasy #22 in high fantasy #42 in dark fantasy

"Helena, I know you are in here." I stopped breathing. Do not breathe. Do not breathe, I chanted to myself. I listened very hard for a sound as to where he was. There. To my left. I heard a faint click. I turned my head very, very slowly. There was nothing there. Had I hallucinated? It wouldn't be the first time I thought. I moved my eyes around the space but only saw darkness. Relieved I made a small sound. Big mistake. I tried my hardest not to scream as his dark figure landed in front of me. His back to me, he stood in front of the window, where the moonlight streamed in and made a soft glow around his lean, slightly muscled body. I saw his shoulders lift as he inhaled. I held my breath and prayed he didn't turn around. My prayers were not answered. As he slowly turned around, I saw on his face, the seductive smile he had. He looked at me with a slightly mocking expression in his eyes as he started towards me. "Why did you run away? Hmm?" he purred as he neared me and grabbed my wrist, "Why would you run away from your dear husband? Why would you little Helena?" He smirked a cruel smile that showed his teeth. His dark eyes seemed to look into my mind and see every secret that I held inside. He looked me up and down, then licked his lips. I looked into his eyes and saw an expression of contained hunger. My conscious was yelling at me to run but my legs wouldn't move. I stood frozen, mesmerized by his dark, pupil-less eyes. "Do you know what I am Helena?" he asked softly. I just looked at him, even though I knew. I knew he was not of this world. Not even of this dimension. He was something entirely different. He smiled that vicious smile and bent down towards my lips.

"Should I get the ones with wings, or the super long ones?" I wondered aloud, pondering the mystery of feminine products. "I'd go with the wings, personally." --- All Heller White has known for the past two years is prison. When he is released, he's angry at the world. But when he finds himself upon socially awkward and anxiety-ridden Wisconsin Mathews, things start to take an interesting turn. Can she handle his dangerous temper? Or his violent mood swings? What about the yelling nightmares? "Find someone whose demons are compatible with yours."

Lenna is determined to never show weakness. Some called her fearless and admired her for it. Other called her cruel, and hated her for it. Her attitude was really disturbing to some people. 16 years she lived in the dark. You know those girls in your school that you always see wearing headphones and not talking to anyone. That was Lenna. But it all changed. This is where her live starts. Finally being able to show people her real personality. The sadist she actually was. And her goal was clear: show the world who was the best, the boss of all evil.

❝How bad do you have to be, to be kicked out of Heaven?❞ He rose from darkness. He was the first that came to exist. He had the strength of a thousand men. He had never fallen in love. Khaos was the God of Existence. His entire world started crashing down around him when he was banished from Elysium after accidentally letting Hades, the God of the Underworld, free. The only way that Khaos can be a God again, is if he finds Hades and returns him to where he belongs. He also has to fall in love, to prove that he has changed and is worthy of his position. Now he is on Earth, alone and naked, running around the forest with no idea how to find Hades. There is only one girl that can help him, and her name is Olivia Jensen.

It has been eight hours, forty-five minutes, and thiry seconds since I have been trapped here. In that amount of time, there have been three escape attempts, two broken doors, three feet of rope, and one pair of handcuffs. To explain it all that, by my third attempt to escape, Nathan had been so pissed that he ended up breaking tbe front door. After that he broke the bathroom door as well when I locked myself in there. That had been door numbro dos. After he dragged me out of the bathroom and carried me downstairs, he proceeded to tie me up with about three feet of rope. Had he been smarter, he would have thought to check my pockets or he would have found the pocket knife I had; which I used to cut myself free while his back was turned. I stillhaven't figured out how to get out of the handcuffs just yet. He had handcuffed me to him as a last resort. So the lesson you should take away from all this boys and girls is to never piss off an alpha werewolf who claims is your mate. Espically when there is nowhere for you to run.

*Going Under Construction Soon* There's one person you'd want on your side while the world is going to shit: Valko-Zeke. Even if you meet him in a prison you never should have been in in the first place.