Fate has promised me the shittiest ever after... Death. Fortunately, I've never been very good at accepting bullshit endings. Echo Wilde grew up with a gift she never wanted. She could see the creatures that starred in both fairy tales and horror stories alike. Now, at nineteen, she's finally living her life the way she wants. That all comes to an abrupt stop when she finds herself torn from her life and thrown in the middle of the world she never wanted to be apart of. Navigating the Courts, she will have to find a way to survive where she is destined to die. But what if survival comes in the form of a vampire with dark eyes and an agenda; a common enemy of the Courts? #4 in Paranormal 02-22-2018 #5 in Paranormal 02-23-2018 #6 in Paranormal 03-21-2018 ⚠ Warning: Contains strong language and a crude protagonist. If you find any mistakes, please let me know. I've done the first edit, but I'm sure I've missed some stuff.

Fleeing a man who steals memories with a touch, Aveline Arden finds an unlikely respite in the home of a cursed vampire trying to survive in a world that wants to see his kind destroyed _______________________ Without a home to return to, Aveline Arden seeks to start a new existence in the unassuming Maine town of Greyridge, but the presence of the local vampire, Cain Elding, derails her plans for the simple life. Threads of secrecy intertwine their paths as the monster haunting Aveline's past draws nearer and Elding battles a legacy he never wished to inherit. Strange traditions clash with modern sensibilities, loyalties are tested, and both mortal girl and cursed vampire struggle to survive together. A covert war spills into human society. Adversaries move unseen in the dark, the board is set, and the game must be played. Aveline's about to learn how scary the world can get.

In my pack if you haven't found your mate by the time you turn 18 then one is chosen for you by the alpha. Werewolves can't shift until they have been mated and alpha wants them to turn as soon as possible to make our pack stronger. If you were fortunate enough to find your mate than great but if not you end up like me, with a chosen one. Kiela, is a wolf who has always looked forward to finding her mate but one day that dream gets taken from her when the future alpha stakes his claim over her. After refusing to accept what fate has handed her she sets out to find his true mate so she can be free. Throw in her true mate who has been looking for her to and you've got problems. Curious to find out what happens? Read on to find out.

Dracula knelt before me, spectacular in all his bloody devotion. ❝Everything I am is yours.❞ I pushed the sword tip beneath his chin, lifting his face. ❝I want Catherine.❞ * * * Daughter of the world's most influential alpha, Naomi Noble has bad-ass in her DNA. But nothing can prepare her for Catherine, leader of a powerful coven who threatens the existence of all supernaturals. Naomi finds an unlikely ally in the Prince of Vampires but centuries of tradition and rivalry stand in the way between love and survival. Naomi will fight, to change her destiny and the fate of Harbor Village. If the coven doesn't kill them all... * * *

Let me tell you what it was to be made vampire. It wasn't birth. Birth implies pushing, tearing forth into the light, screaming. Becoming immortal was to be pulled, to be tugged irrevocably into darkness, and it was silent. I should have fought, any person should fight, but my mind had been filled with a hazy calm which forbade any battle. Struggling had been the last thing on my mind, even when my bus arrived and my assailant waved it on, dismissing my last hope of escape. Yet my lack of rebellion was far from the most unsettling part of the stranger's control over me. The truth was that the man could've asked anything of me and I would've complied, but he didn't need to vocalise his request. I knew instinctively what he wanted. I sighed and surrendered myself as he held me against his front in a lover's embrace, tipping my head and willingly giving him access to my throat. "One day you'll understand," he whispered, his tone subdued. I've often wondered since if he was really talking to me. Perhaps he'd been talking to himself, persuading himself that one day I'd know and accept his reasons for what he'd planned for me. I wouldn't. I couldn't. Because when my fangs came in, my world altered irrevocably. It became somewhere dark, somewhere filled with murder and blood, where magic was sinister and where even my closest ally seemed more like an enemy... Even if he did make my heart skip a beat. VAMPIRE/PARANORMAL/URBAN FANTASY

Well, you could stare at a white wall until you were blue in the face, it would never be more than a white wall. The same was true for the master vampire. A vampire was a vampire was a vampire. Period. (Anna Johnson)