He looked over at me in the dimness, fingers loose in my grip. "You are hurting me," he said, without interest. He had caked powder on his already pale skin, all of one shade except for points made by a hot pencil. Though it was no longer the mode at court, the new fashion more ostentatious and overdrawn, he still favored it, and as I did. My fingers crept up his wrist. I felt rough punctures, half healed and raw, a scattering of them, and I pulled. Laurent could not resist, weakened by the drawing of his blood. My vocal cords had been severed by the younger one's teeth, and so I could not speak, but I pushed up his sleeve, the luxury of his white linen, and found his arm colored like a polluted river. I touched the bites with my fingertips, ten, fifteen, twenty. "I have felt your judgment already," L whispered, trying to pull his arm back, "I have felt it these now two hundred years. Judgment judgment. Cry not. Is it pity? You are a cold thing, without heart, to judge me for what I do. Prideful toad." His arm muscles worked against my grip beneath his blood bruised skin. "Unhand me. Wretched, lye-broken flesh." After a time, he made a sound like a trapped fox, a dying child's keen, and gave up, lying back on the bed such that his hair fell across my face. My other hand found his neck and stroked him. "You will not know what it feels like, good heart," he said to me, softly, doing me one of his gentle nips of an insult, "for love to change you in an instant." He relaxed under my stroking, and his tone softened. "I only meant to help him die." ** After his untimely death, the story of the vampire "L" comes together. Devotees tell the story from many points of view across history, painting a portrait of a man crushed by great loves, desperation, and the indifferent march of time. featured 3/9/16 complete 8/31/16 Editing, as of 5/11/2018. Log: 0/129 chapters edited. 0 added. Cover by @ferret-bird

Riallen doesn't have much ambition in life. Besides trespassing in observatories and making friends with dangerous people, she can't fabricate charms (legally), can't fight, and still hates the dark. Which makes sense, really, considering that she's the Golden God's daughter--news to her, but everyone else seems to think so. Or maybe someone's trying to frame her and wants her dead. Both options seem wrong to Riallen, who starts to realize that no one is capable of telling the complete truth, not even to themselves.

Cara Moreau is dying from a supernatural curse. Her only chance of survival lies with the warrior, an enigmatic man who comes from a realm "in between." Quin St. Clair lived hundreds of years ago, but now exists solely to protect the world he once called home. That's all he will tell Cara, the woman he must keep alive by remaining close to her. Very close But Cara is determined to discover more answers as she grows to like her warrior. While they search for the book of spells and the cure contained within its pages, their feelings for one another can no longer be denied. But what will happen when Cara is cured and Quin's assignment is complete? And can she trust this mysterious man with the book if they find it? Quin and Cara must not allow their feelings to get in the way of their task or Cara's life, and Quin's afterlife, may be cut short. GHOST GIRL is the start of the 3rd Freak House Trilogy but you do not have to read the 1st and 2nd trilogies to enjoy the 3rd. If you enjoy GHOST GIRL, you can purchase it from Amazon, iBooks, Google Play, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo, and read for free on Scribd if you're a subscriber there. Check out my website for links: cjarcher.com

In a world where the ink on your skin bears witness to identity, expression and memory, Thea Landry remains inkless. This is her story. BOOK 1: Inkless [ongoing] BOOK 2: [coming soon] BOOK 3: [coming soon] Copyright © 2014 CrayonChomper

Nobody knew where Jack came from. Nobody knew when he’d ever leave. From the moment he arrived at Saint Dymphna Asylum, Jack hadn’t uttered a word. He stayed voiceless and lost in his own world. Most figured that his past was terrible. Some guessed that he went to hell, but never came back. Suddenly, on a rainy day in October, Jack opens his mouth. And the truth is frightening. WARNING: This book contains evidence of homosexuality and use of foul language. Read at your own risk. Cover credit: Photo by Noil Klune (www.noilklune.com) Design by: simba-aa Trailer credit: Trailer made by me.

❝Nothing burns like the cold.❞ ** A blizzard has rolled over the small town of Cadwell, Georgia, blanketing the houses in quilts of snows, leaving icicles in its wake, and dropping snowflakes for miles long. There is something in the air- something dangerous and cold. Ella Winters soon discovers this quaint town is hiding a secret, and everything begins to unravel. [werewolf// #125]

Ronan Morrissey is Alpha of his loup-garou pack and as Alpha the laws of Feral demand he take a mate, but a chance encounter with the beautiful and haunted Kate Channing has awakened in him a carnal hunger warranted forbidden, but he can think of nothing else than the lovely human that appealed to the beast within and his insatiable yearning to have her. Kate Channing isn't looking for love in fact she's fleeing from it. With emotional and physical scars from a love gone terribly bad, she attempts to begin anew. After a near fatal brush with death, Kate finds herself unsuspectingly in the arms of a wickedly attractive stranger whose eyes burn with a feral hunger all there own. Ronan emits a danger that frightens Kate thoroughly to the core and having dealt with brawn to the likes of him before, flees at first chance. Enthralled by the lovely Kate he's plucked from a jagged cliff, Ronan is incapable of ignoring the perils of chasing a human. His attraction for her borders feral and he intends to make her his mate, even if it means defying his pack to have her. But with a past that is relentless and a pack of loup-garou threatening to tear them apart, can their love thrive in the wake of havoc? Cover done by Neeavila.

THE DEMONATA meets TEEN TITANS. There is literally nothing better than a fist full of demon guts, as far as Tora is concerned. The gory task of killing demons to keep humans safe falls to Tora, a 16-year-old supernatural gifted with telekinesis. When a mysterious entity causes increasing demon attacks, forgotten memories and a frightening power stir within Tora, and soon she isn't sure who the real enemy is any more: the demons - or herself. This story is a complete revamp of "Seeker: The Challenge". 2nd Place in the Sanguine Awards. Winner of the Corona Awards. Also available on RoyalRoadL.

"Humanity is a weakness, Bex. It will drag you to the ground, choke you with its morals. You need to fight back. It is time for you to breathe again." Bex Mckenzie thought she was average. Other than her weird prescribed daily medication and unusual skill on the lacrosse field, she was. There was nothing different about her, except the fact that she never seemed to belong with the kids her own age. That is, until her sixteenth birthday. Bex has been Marked- a sign that everything she has ever known has been a lie. Not only does she now have an arrange of mythical monsters hunting her down, but she finds out that she isn't even human. They call her a Demi-god, child of both a Greek god and a human. Suddenly, the parents that Bex has never known are a key part of her survival. The more powerful her godly parent may be, the more Marks she receives as she discovers who she is and what she can do. And the more Marks she has, the greater the chance that she won't make it to her seventeenth birthday the following year. For there is an army out searching for people like her, led by an unknown leader. And he will do anything in his ability to suffocate the power, and life, right out of her.