What would you think if your classmates believed in witchcraft? What would you feel if your friends wished to bring the dead back to life? What would you do when instead of bringing back a dead boy, those friends succeeded in resurrecting something far worse than anyone could have possibly imagined? Seventeen-year-old Oliver Blackwell had only wanted to fit in. That was the reason he followed the commands of his friends that fateful night an ancient demon was resurrected. Looks and a charming demeanor are deceiving. The creature brought to life is no prince charming who craves a place among the living; he is a horrifying monster who thrives on destruction and chaos. The demon spares Ollie's life, but on one condition... Oliver must bring the demon a virgin's blood, or, sell his soul to the creature brought up from hell. The catch? The young virgin whom the demon blood drinker has in mind, just happens to be Ollie's sixteen-year-old sister. As the stakes escalate, Oliver grapples with the horrifying reality unfolding around him. Complicating matters further, the demon begins to exhibit human emotions, particularly towards Oliver's sister, blurring the lines between malevolence and unexpected affection.

A beat of a second passed before he slowly pulled away from me, the suffocating heat withdrawing with him as he straightened up. My eyes lifted to meet his as he released his hold on my knife, and I flicked my wrist, flipping it with ease so my hands closed around its smooth, still-warm handle. The room was silent. The ten other men seated on the couch didn't bother trying to hide the shock on their faces that a hunter had just agreed to a deal with their Alpha. I totally felt the same way, even if I was that dumb motherfucker. They seemed to be imagining what horrible, unthinkable threats he could have whispered into my ear to make me cave, but to think my resolve had dissolved with just four unexpected words from his mouth. Sometimes, I wondered if I even had a brain. "So," I said now, holding back a sigh as I looked up into those steely, unreadable eyes, "If I'm going to work with you, I'll need a name to call you by. Unless you prefer to be referred to as moody dick?" Silence followed my words. "What, don't you guys know Moby Dick?" I asked no one in particular, and ten pairs of eyes exchanged glances that further questioned my sanity. The last pair of eyes held mine steady. The ring of gold in them seemed to burn like a flickering candlelight against the night of the sea. "Heath," he said, and I could finally place his accent as the name curled and settled in my ears like a cat by the fireplace. I smiled. "Well, cool." I put my hand out between us, the one holding the knife, the silver-pointed tip facing him as I offered him a handshake. "Nice to meet you moody dick, I'm Alessandra."

(On hold for now, trying to publish a book outside of wattpad. Sorry for the wait!) He owned her soul, and on her 18th birthday, he was finally coming for her. The Dark Lord of the Underworld is on the prowl, and he will stop at nothing to claim what is his. Dark, twisted, magical, and irresistibly romantic, Princess Scarlett must face the King of Faeries, and give him her life... By giving him her hand in marriage. Struggling with her darkest fears and the ancient, unique power that rumbles deep within her chest; Scarlett must also confront the looming evil on the horizons, her truths... And the captivating, mysterious man that took her from everything and sought her heart. Long live the Queen of Darkness. #73 in supernatural | #2 in fae | #1 in underworld | #5 in lovers | #59 in romance | Mature: Sexual and graphic scenes entail. | Copyright © 2017 by CandySnow All Rights Reserved.