Leather clad, in army boots and oozing raw sex, Lycans were a breed you simply didn't mess with. Some were born normal, while other were born elite. * * * * * Tavian, the elite-born warrior with three hardcore brothers, Kevlar, Hack and Crev, were warrior brothers and first in command in the Lycan King's army. With Tavian in the lead, the four brothers controlled the western side of the country's defense against the danger that lived amongst humans and Lycans alike - they served and protected, born to kill. Jane was just a normal human, living her life oblivious to the danger she was about to become a part of. Thrown into a war that wasn't hers, she stumbled into the arms of a man who claimed he had a destined right to her heart. Strong-willed and stubborn, neither of them were prepared for one another, but as they say, through love and war... you learn what is worth fighting for. Tavian knew the moment he met his fated mate, he would fight with everything he had to keep her by his side forever. And Jane learned that even though a beast lived inside the man who claimed to want her, had more than enough heart that needed love. Together, they had to become what each other needed. Or else... all would be lost. (*This blurb is a work in progress - don't judge the book on this poor description, lol)

"There is no version of life for me without you. None worth living. I would claw my way through the universe if that was what it took to have you by my side." Lethe Emerson dreams of drowning. She has half a life of memories and a million questions. Some of which include: Who are these two boys and why do they feel like home?

Eons ago, he was torn asunder. Will a romance with a human restore him to glory? Ancient Greece. Eros wants it all back. Determined to return to his rightful throne as ruler of the world, the God of Love searches for his lost soulmate so he may once again be whole. But when he's sent on a mission of vengeance, the scheming deity is stunned to discover the mortal object of his vendetta is the very woman he's been seeking. Psyche hates her own beauty. Tormented by a jealous Aphrodite and uncertain who she can trust, the vulnerable peacemaker is caught off-guard by a stranger's sudden courtship. And though he whisks her to a private island to protect her from divine wrath, the lovely girl suspects her gallant rescuer is hiding some terrible truths. Marrying the gorgeous woman in secret, Eros still conceals his true identity from his wife as he looks for a way to recover her memories. But as Psyche suffers from terrifying nightmares, she's unaware a devastating betrayal will endanger her husband's life... and that of their unborn child. With civil war looming among the gods, does this star-crossed pair have any hope for happiness? The Soul of Love is the darkly fantastic first book in The Primordialomachy Series of paranormal romances. If you like red-hot chemistry, tense adventures, and fresh retellings of old myths, then you'll adore E.X. Alexander's magical epic. Buy The Soul of Love to rejoin broken hearts today! Content Warning: This book contains some scenes with mild violence, sexual situations, and references to suicide and miscarriages. Available as an ebook and paperback on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09542HQYY Also available in Kindle Unlimited (KU).

Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.

"I'm a murderous alcoholic with severe abandonment issues and a knack for self-harm." There's a reason why the world knew her as 'Letalé'. She was a monster, a ruthless killing-machine whose hands were drenched in the blood of many. A legendary assassin titillating between nightmares, alcohol and torment, when a sudden attack brings her face-to-face with a past she had desperately tried to bury and revelations that lead her to believe her entire life has been a lie. Caught between vengeance and emotional turmoil, Alexandra prepares for a war with an enemy more powerful than she has ever faced before. "The world reveres you as a monster." "What would you call me?" "I'd call you a savior." *** Warning: Violent Content Mature Content Self harm

Evangeline has not had a life like other she wolves. When she was 14 her brother, the next alpha of the Hawthorn pack, died leaving the pack without a male heir. The accords require any pack without a future alpha to merge with another unless their daughter is mated to a suitable future leader. So. They did not tell anyone. It was the packs largest secret. And when the time came if Evangelines mate was found and suitable he would take over when her father stepped down. If he was already an alpha....then the pack would have no choice but to merge. They could only hope he was suitable. It was not a fate Evangeline wanted. Any of it. If it were up to her she would never find her mate. She did not want a mate. She did not need a mate. She could get everything she wanted on her own. ~~ I let out a breathless laugh, rolling off the werewolf beneath me. "Well that didn't totally suck." He chuckled, abs flexing, looking me over as I rose from the bed, "didn't totally suck?" I hummed searching for my dress, "yeah it was fun while it lasted." Pretty doesn't always equal the best stamina. "Thanks Alex." "...its Aaron." I cocked a brow at him, wiggling into my tight little black dress, "not for the past hour it wasn't but okay. Cool." I raked a hand through my hair, smoothing out the inky waves. "Anyways I have to get back to my pack before sunrise and I cant find my panties. If you do, their yours." Sauntering over to him I kissed him deeply, "thanks again Andy." He chuckled, "its Aaron, and how about if I find them I give you a call?" Shit. How drunk was I? "Did I give you my number?" "No." "good." I started for his door, "have a nice life Adam." "Its Aaron!" He called after me. I rolled my eyes, "whatever." He was not good enough in bed for me to remember his name. Besides I had better things to do. Like get home before dad found out I was gone. My first Lunar Ball was coming, my first time participating to find a mate. Unfortunately.

Hazel. My name is Hazel. And thats... all I know. I woke up one day on a cold metal slab, not knowing anything else about myself. Then I was... adopted. Sort of. By vampires. Because thats what I was now they said. A vampire. A changeling they called me as they took me home. To their manor. Because I was also a noble now. Lower class noble. But a noble. What they failed to mention was that changelings? They were second class citizens to other vampires. noble or not. In everyone else's eyes, in their society. I was nothing. Barely above a human. Which was food. I was basically spoilt meat to them. Food no longer edible. I understood that quicker than anything else. So why my new parents seemed to be the only vampires on the planet ignorant to the elephant in the room was beyond me. But they were. To the point where they thought to send me to Romanov Academy. The most prestigious school in the world of Vampires. As a high school student, because apparently thats my age range. So. That me. The lowest on the totem pole in a school full of literal nobility and apparently a royal. A. Very. Scary. Royal. The schools named after his family. He's a pureblooded vampire. The crème de la crème of my new world. And a total fucking asshole. I know two things. My name is Hazel. And apparently I'm not very good this whole vampire, blood drinking, creature of the night thing.

[18+ only, Mature Content] "Stop looking for a fight, angel, before I handcuff you to this bed and leave you here." "I'd scream," I warned him. "That would add the story of us f*cking." I held myself back from taking his gun and shooting him and gave him a fake smile. "I really dislike you." "It didn't stop you from moaning." * MALIA has one job. Follow the assassin called GHOST, find out who Sinners are, uncovering their plan. It was a simple order. But late nights, fights and the tension only lead to feelings and a desire that should be forbidden. Involves gangs, drugs, murder and sex. ENTERED IN WATTYS2019 04/06/19 STEAM & SMOKE by NŸX©️copyright #1 FBIagent #1 projectbadboys #4 badboy #1 gang #1 boy

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a deep voice speaks up, rougher than usual with sleep. My fingers wrap around the handle of the kitchen knife as I spin around, holding the blade out before me. A man with dark hair and striking blue eyes, eyes that are startlingly familiar, sits at the kitchen table. He lounges in his chair, legs stretched out before him and hair mussed in a way that is irritatingly attractive. His eyes are hard, cup of what must be coffee forgotten on the table. "You might hurt yourself." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Raven Spell lived a normal, boring life, and after years of bouncing around in the system, normal and boring is just fine with her. Things finally seem to have turned around when one fateful night, she ventures into the woods and her entire world is turned upside down. Raven never believed in fairy tales, but as she's sucked into a world full of the supernatural where enemies hide behind every turn, she realizes that nothing is as it seems.

This story is now on hold. The clock ticks... Ember has always had a special ability to tell the future. She is a Spirit Talker who lives a simple life with her family until one fateful night she becomes a Bitten. A danger to her family and those she loves the most, she can no longer stay in the only home she has ever known. Seeking shelter with those that harbor their own Madness inside themselves they form their special community that is tied deeply to the phases of the moon. There is only one rule that governs the lives of the Bitten, never bite, only kill.