"He looked at me like I was something worth looking at" Young Noelle Stevens shyness was her greatest fault. She spent her time in solitude drinking too much black coffee with her nose buried between the pages of a poetry book. When she moves to a new town and meets Jaxson Armstrong, a criminally handsome and much older alpha who throws her out of her comfort zone and into a world of werewolves.

Binx Caudinus is a wild card. A witch with an indescribable ability to create the most powerful potions and hexes- that is when she isn't creating explosions on accident. Just trying to make her name in the witching world is hard- but surviving with an off-his-rocker Primeval Werewolf who claims she's his mate is harder. Móðolfr is the first werewolf, Alpha to all. When he is finally freed from his self-induced prison he catches the scent of his mate after centuries, millenniums of waiting. But the Vampyr catch word of his release and they call for justice- with blood. Surviving in the world of Legends is hard, it's even harder when you've pissed off the Vampyr King. Móðolfr couldn't fathom to lose his mate right after he got her. ----- Ongoing Book Two of the Night's Mate Series You do not need to read in order of series. December 25, 2018- On Going (Weekly Updates) All Right's Reserved Mature Content

He had dark eyes, eyes that looked as chaotic and lively as a rushing river, but they always gazed at me with tenderness. Large, rough hands capable of destroying and causing immense pain, but he always touched me gently. He was tall, tall enough to loom over me but it only made his embrace feel that much safer. He was powerful, enough to use his status to get what he wanted but he never wielded it wrongly. All of that sounded lovely, but he was asking for too much, far more than I wanted to give. The price of my refusal however was too high. I would have to give in. Credits for the lovely cover go to @HellsTorturer

A vampire and a human, a beautiful and ethereal symphony. Against the nature but still so beautiful and mesmerizing. They were polar opposites but yet fit together like a jigsaw.

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

(Book 2) He was careless like snowflakes as he went with the flow of things, whilst she was uptight; a force of wind that had to be perfect yet no one saw her...or so she thought. Together they created a blizzard that wrecked havoc. Arabella Marie Johnson a human that focused her life on the performance of her ballet routines; Until she was in an accident that changed her life. Nathaniel Adams Alpha to the silver moon pack, was oblivious to the damage he had caused. When the first domino falls, a chain reaction of fate follows, the forces of nature intertwining the two fates in a world of crime.

"Will not hurt mate." the hot puffs of breath tickled her neck, she couldn't help the increasing rate of her heart as it's claws rhythmically brushed down her back and the wirery, bristle like hair on its chest prickled into her cheek. _____________________________________________________________________ It's 2556, the up and coming 16th anniversary celebrating the end of The Great War. Lydia Saunders is the go to girl of the military, no-one has a record as perfect as hers. But when her latest mission goes bust and reviles something unexpected, what will she do?

Emery has always been troubled. After struggling to accept the sudden death of her mother, she was forced to depend on her grieving father for both knowledge and guidance. As she battles through her own conflicting feelings of confusion, her family's known resentments, and their hidden distractions, she must learn how to open her confined world to a new perspective. That is, the ostracized life of her fated mate-a werewolf who belongs to the Gods. note - cover is made by @ViaAlyssaNicole note - this is currently being edited!