books I want to write but have yet to publish because lets face it, you would all murder me for doing another one... but if you really really like one don't be shy, tell me to unleash it upon the universe~ but steal my ideas and I will murder you because as conceited as this may sound. NO ONE writes a poltergeist book like I do ;)

Random poetry I spew out of my pen on occasion.

They are born of myth, legend, and lore. Beautiful women beneath the waves, tempting sailors with playful smiles and beckoning gazed as the break the surface. It is nearly every young sailors dream to encounter a mermaid, to see the beauties of the sea. Maybe, just maybe, to catch one too. That is...until their wish comes true. They find themselves face to face with the strange enchanting girl smiling just above the surface with skin like moonlight and lips like rose petals. Just one touch, is all it takes to seal a sailors fate. Beneath the waves is not ethereal beauty. But claws, and fangs, and blades of stone. Revealed in the sea is a mermaids true face and a sailors deadly fate. And Zariel is the deadliest of them all. Daughter of Poseidon and a deep sea mermaid she is dark, powerful, and beautiful by both mermaid standards and especially that of the humans. There is nothing she enjoys more than a hunt, collecting different skulls of different types of humans. Navy men, merchants, fishermen, pirates, and travelers alike. She has them all. Her collection is as admirable as her ferociousness. Only one type of mortal is missing. One skull she has yet to collect. A royal. Royal bones for a royal mermaid. Zariel, princess of the sea, doesn't want just any royal. No. She wants a prince. One who matches her in both ferocity and blood thirst. Zariel was going to get the skull of Rowan Delacroix if it was the last thing she did. Formerly first inline to the throne. A prince turned pirate. A hunter of mermaids. His ship was one she would take pride in wreaking.

The desert lands of Samrah are not kind, nor are the creatures that have stalked the dunes since the dawn of time. Beasts made from the blood djinn, lacking any emotion but rage, feeling nothing but hunger for human flesh and blood. But to Sabra they are nothing. Not in comparison to the family that owns her, to the people in the capitol city of Bazanar. She is a slave, marked by the golden collar she wears. Sold by her mother to a wealthy merchant when she was young, it is all she has ever known. But Sabra loves her desert home and the sand dunes she sees rolling upon the horizon from the windows of her owners home, she loves the sun upon her skin and the few moments she has to herself. the nights she manages to sneak from her shared chambers to explore the capital and the underground games it holds. With each win another coin slips into her pockets, each coin a step to buying her freedom. Any slave could be free after all in the country of Samrah. So long as they had enough coin to pay their owners. While Sabra strives for freedom so she may explore the desert she loves so, the sands around her are changing every day. Samrah is being thrown into unrest outside the capitol as foreigners flood the borders and towns fight against their own. A problem so few in the capitol acknowledge, until it is forced before them. Tradesmen are dying, buildings going up in flames, and a man with blue eyes is rumored to have been spotted in the forbidden temples of Sundar, god of all lands. ~~

Ever want to know more about my female leads? how they came about? what inspired me to write them? Now you can XD this book has been created simply to obtain a better understanding of the girls I love so much~ this book is all for y'all, have a question you wanted to ask one of my girls, ask it. and I'll respond in character interviews I plan on having in the future!

So I get asked A LOT how to write a good love story or what makes a good love story. The answer is I honestly have no fucking clue I cant give you any advice because i don't know your characters. But I can write about what you should and most certainly should not do based on character types. Wanna make an unyielding monstrous woman fall in love with a prince? A loner fall in love with a beautiful fae girl? Maybe a playboy in love with a nerd? Maybe I can help, even if just a little.

The childhood stories of Leviathan and Thanatos! (you may want to read the books Soul and Saving Grace before this! they r ongoing as of now so there will not be spoilers in this book until certain things are revealed in those ones.) Lets all be honest here, you know you wanna see death and the devil as kids, and awkward teenagers. (Okay I lie. only ones gonna be awkward.) Rated mature because i never know who's gonna kill who what will be said or if ima throw in a sexy bonus chapter with their ladies..

Spin off stories for some of my books~ Kiss~ a Jinx and thanatos story New resolution~ A Gracie and Leviathan story more coming jan 1st or 2nd (After i sleep) Vega and Wulf

Mini stories that have NOTHING to do with current plot lines in the originals, and there is no guarantee for sexual situations! Although it is likely. STORY TITLES BY PAIR: Wulf and Vega~ Romance. I'm Pretty sure We're Doing it Wrong. Lola and Axel~ Happy Stupid Human Holiday Thanatos and Jinx~ Death by Cuteness Calla and Kaden~ Cardiac Arrest

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.