He joined a marine project to get married. Now he's trapped in the deep, carrying the spawn of a monster. Rei never believed in sirens-until one took him. Vaerion is a siren king, ancient and inhuman, with a voice that shatters steel and blood that rewrites life. His species is dying. Human females can't survive his seed. So he takes Rei strong, fertile and male. Now, beneath miles of pressure and desire, Rei is changing. Into something that can carry life. Something that can breed. But the deeper he sinks, the more he craves the monster who stole him, "You were always meant to be mine." 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚: This story is for mature readers. It explores dark and complex dynamics.

They're blood-thirsty. Every last one of them. Per the Agreement, however, all humans are assigned a vampire at birth. When they reach their age to serve, they must fill the role of a consort, feeding their vampire whenever needed. Unlike most humans, I was ready to be a consort. I was ready for my vampire, to serve him whenever he needed me. What I wasn't ready for? His kiss. A kiss that sparked into a flame. A kiss powerful enough to change the world. (**malexmale novel**)

After fighting with a friend, Micah decides to go to a frat party hosted by an older student and his friends. Trying to forget about the fight, Micah lets himself fall into the hands of Jayden Marston, a decision that would cost him more than he first anticipated. This story contains: - Male pregnancy - Gay relationships - Topics on abuse Completed August 8 2020

I don't know how to do descriptions. Hopefully you enjoy anyways? BOOK 2 IS OUT Achilles Basil is the epitome of pain. He's constantly suffering, always in agony both physically and mentally. When all hell breaks loose and Achilles is forced to run from his abusive pack, he learns exactly what pain means, and how to get through it. One aching step at a time. Warning: Currently in major construction- this book was made over 2 years ago and so the beginning and end may or may not sound different. People change and that applies with writing. Thank you for understanding! <3

Cole's never known the meaning of the word love. His parents never utter the word to him, nor did anyone else. Well that could be due to him never spending time with anyone else. So when he's shipped off to spend the summer in a new country with a grandmother he didn't even know existed and meets the strikingly beautiful and dangerous looking Logan, who claims to be in love with him, he finds it completely hard to believe. Logan's life came crashing down a few years ago with betrayal hanging in his past. Now that he found Cole the one person who he knows is supposed to love him unconditionally, he's not willing to let him go without a fight. Follow them on their journey to finding love as secrets unfold and the past catches up to the present. Will this sever the chance of Logan gaining Cole's love? And is it too much to ask to be Wanted & Loved?

"I think I saw Jesus last night..." Warning: Story contains mild drug use/references along with sexual content and bad language. Story also contains a decent amount of ZIAM in the beginning. ©2015 Prisonerwithavision

A story of a young magician as he journeys to find the truth about himself and to unlock his true potentials. A/N A new story. I know i havent finished Lust yet but i promise you, im also working on it together with this one.

(CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING AND REWRITING) In this fantasy story thing. Rimmon, a dammned sould crawling free from Hell's abyss, hurls himself into a suicidal gambit: to wrest a Zodiac Key from the iron grip of Draken, the unrivaled Dragon King shifter whose power shakes the earth. This is Rimmon's final, fragile thread of hope for liberation -- a plan forged in shadow and blood, teetering on the edge of ruin. But a deeper, treacherous hunger awakens within him, threatening to shatter his resolve. At the same moment, Draken exults in a triumph that sets his soul ablaze: the discovery of his Inner-Flame, the eternal bond he's chased through centuries of torment. Yet this same figure emerges as the dread sentinel of Hell's gates, a being of unfathomable terror and allure. Drawn by a scent that sings of destiny and doom, these two titans collide in a cataclysmic struggle to claim Rimmon as their own. Amid the wreckage of their war, one haunting question echoes: will Rimmon bow to their might--or rise to defy the very forces that would chain him forever?

With a new name and new life, Nathan must learn to fit in at an Academy of the Feral Investigation Bureau, or risk being sent back to prison. ***** Escaping prison was only the beginning for inmate C41. Now on the run and going by Nathan, he's enrolled in an American Academy for training agents and joins the Feral Investigation Bureau, charged with hunting down criminals and sending them to the same place he just escaped. But after learning how blurred the distinction is between feral and non-feral, Nathan is forced to flee with his sister and his boyfriend, only to discover their safe house hides a secret that might cost Nathan his freedom. Content and/or Trigger Warning: sex and violence. [Note: failed suicide attempt] [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

Her presence was accentuated by the sharpness of her elongated nails and the elegance of her pointed chin, which contributed to her exquisitely defined jawline. With every step she took, her ears twitched as if attuned to the secrets whispered by the surrounding wilderness, while her nimble fingers gracefully brushed aside any obstructing vegetation that dared to cross her path. And as she fluttered her enchanting eyelashes, Calvin couldn't help but be drawn to the mesmerizing juxtaposition before him-a single eye possessed a clarity of light blue, while its counterpart exuded an enigmatic mist of ethereal purple, a sight that held a spellbinding mystery all its own. The pixies' delicate movements came to a sudden halt, their bodies dropping gracefully to the forest floor. Heads bowed, they paid homage to the figure that had captured their attention. The music that had filled the air moments ago ceased, leaving only the soft sound of liquid dripping from the glistening foliage. It was the pixie queen who had arrived.