He lost her once. He'll burn the world before it happens again. Klaus, the ruthless Lycan King, spent centuries consumed by an unshakable rage, a war born of a loss he couldn't remember. Until she came back. Dalia-his mate, his queen, the woman who had been stolen from him, erased from his mind by his own father. Now, she's in his arms, her scent intoxicating, her touch setting his blood on fire. But danger lurks in the shadows. The vampire who killed her once wants her again, and this time, Klaus won't be blinded by lies. This time, he'll spill oceans of blood to keep her. Even if it means unleashing the monster within.

"She lives quietly, hidden from the world, a timid soul who has only known fear and solitude. He stands before her as a wall of ice-cold words, hard eyes, a man feared by all. To her, he is cruel. To himself, he is a shield. For beneath his ruthless exterior lies a love so fierce it could burn through the coldest winter. She is the last petal of warmth in his frozen world... but can a fragile bloom survive when spring is forbidden to come?"

Everyone fears Major Alexander Draven. At twenty-nine, he's the youngest Major to command an elite operations camp buried deep in the burning sands of Iraq - a man born from a dynasty of power and politics. His father runs corporations and elections alike. Alexander? He runs a battlefield like an empire - cold, precise, merciless. No soldier crosses him. No enemy survives him. No one touches him - until her. Lyra Brooks was never supposed to end up here. She's just the pretty army doctor with a smile too perfect to trust. Lyra knows how to stitch up bullet wounds but not her own scars. She keeps her heart locked away behind sarcasm and late-night drinks. But here she is, buried in blood and sand as a Field Surgical Resident with the U.S. Army Medical Corps. One drunken night. A bar miles from base. A man everyone fears and a woman who pretends she doesn't fear anything at all. One night of brutal, wordless heat neither of them ever mentioned again. Until now. When the two pink lines appear in the harsh white light of the medical tent, Lyra knows one thing for certain - Alexander Draven cannot find out. Not now. Not here, never. But war doesn't care about secrets. Danger doesn't care about mistakes. And Major Draven? He does not like being kept in the dark.

Arisme was born into the Blood Moon Pack, one of the most feared and ruthless wolf clans. But unlike the other wolves, she has never spoken a word. Stricken with selective mutism, Arisme is branded weak by her father-the brutal Beta who rules her life with fists and cruelty. In a pack where strength is survival and silence is shame, she is nothing more than a ghost. But the Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes. On the night of her first shift, Arisme feels the bond-an invisible thread tying her soul to a mate she has never met. For two years, she has felt his presence burning across the distance, growing stronger with every moon. She doesn't know his name. She doesn't know his face. What she doesn't realize is that he has been searching for her. Kane, the notorious Alpha of the Skull Pack, has been hunting for his mate for five long years. To his enemies, he is ruthless, cold, and feared. To Arisme, he will be something else entirely-her protector, her weakness, her undoing. But in a world where packs wage bloody wars and alliances are built on betrayal, their bond could ignite conflict that consumes them both. Arisme must find her voice-not only to claim her place as Kane's mate, but to survive the wrath of her father and the storm that threatens to tear their world apart. A silent girl. A scarred Alpha. A bond that could shatter empires.

I let his fingers slip between my lips and taste myself once again. "This is what you will do with me" he whispered looking at my lips. "You will wrap your lips around it" I followed his instructions and wrapped my lips around his two fingers. I looked at his eyes and I immediately found his gaze which was torn between my lips and eyes. He inhaled again before continuing speaking. "You will slowly lick and suck it" he winked with a grin. "And you will try your best to fully take me in your mouth like this" he said, pushing his fingers even more inside my mouth. He grabbed my chin with his free hand. "Isn't that right, Rea? You will try to take me all?" He slowly asked and I nodded bringing my own fingers to my clit, trying to touch it the same way he did. He looked down to what I was doing and grinned. "Good girl, but I will continue with that" he told me, removing his fingers from my mouth and grabbing my wrist to stop me. *** Finding a wounded man in the middle of the wood was the last thing Rea had imagined to see during her stroll. She had never thought her innocent gesture of rescuing and healing him would have turned her life upside down. He claimed her as his mate. A ruthless predator that enjoyed the kill and shedding blood around for his own purpose. He was part of a species her whole family told her to stay away from. Werewolves. And she discovered soon how she was mated to one of the strongest one. Callendon. Her personal nightmare. MATURE CONTENT - ONLY 18 + FOR MATURE AUDIENCE

A prophecy followed Dmitri Volkov like a curse. It claimed he carried the soul of Olkov, the first vampire, a creature so ancient that even legends faltered when speaking his name. Dmitri never cared for prophecies, but the world did. His parents feared what lived in him. His people bowed to him. One wrong look from him could decide who survived the night. Still, there was a truth he never admitted. He wanted the bond his kind had lost. The kind of love that could break an immortal in half and rebuild him. He mocked it when he saw it in others, but he longed for it in silence. He sat hidden in the darkest corner of his Russian club, bourbon sharp on his tongue, bass shaking the floor under his boots. The room pulsed with heat and sin, but none of it touched him. Then it came. A scent. Soft. Warm. Alive. It hit him so hard his chest tightened. His guards tensed as he sat forward, hair falling from his face. The noise faded. The crowd blurred. He followed the scent like it pulled him by the spine. A voice followed it. Gentle. Shy. Tinged with irritation. It slid through the room and wrapped around him like a tether. His eyes found her. Red hair cascading to her waist. Golden skin lit up by the neon glow. A camera at her side. She stood in a world she did not belong to, unaware of the predator watching her from the shadows. He begged her to turn. She did. Their eyes met, and her soft gasp shattered something inside him. For the first time in centuries, Dmitri Volkov felt his dead heart try to wake. * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *

The city never sleeps, but neither does a man with a deadline written in blood. In the shadows of Las Vegas, behind the smoke and the neon, Paxton Wolfe rules an empire built on secrets and fear. To the world, he's a casino mogul-untouchable, ruthless, impossible to know. To the ones who whisper in the dark, he's something far older. Alpha. Predator. A man bound by the oldest law his kind has ever known: find your mate before your thirtieth birthday, or lose your strength, your power... your life. Time is running out. With enemies closing in and betrayal circling like vultures, Paxton doesn't have the luxury of wanting-he needs. Needs the one woman who can anchor the storm inside him, the one bond strong enough to keep his pack and his empire from collapsing into ruin. But finding her in a city built on lies is dangerous. Keeping her alive will be worse. When Ripley steps into his path-sweet, stubborn, and blissfully unaware of the monsters hiding in plain sight-Paxton knows two things instantly: she's his...and she's in more danger than she can possibly imagine. The moment their worlds collide, she becomes the target. The pawn. The prize everyone wants to claim. He'll protect her. Possess her. Break anyone who tries to take her. But time is slipping through his fingers, and the line between salvation and obsession is razor-thin. In Las Vegas, the house always wins. Paxton Wolfe intends to make sure that house...is him. Highest Ranks- #1 in Werewolf on August 8, 2014 #1 in Humor on August 10, 2014 #1 in #Goodgirl on November 19, 2025 #1 in Werewolf on December 8, 2025 #1 in #Alpha on December 8, 2025

ANGEL He infuriated me ever since we first met. I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed. So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well. LUKAS She infuriated me ever since the first time I laid eyes on her. The angelic face with the most electric, shining eyes I've ever found myself looking at. It took every fiber in my body not to kill her while she ate my patience away, when holding her hostage in my basement. Months followed up, and my hate towards her reached a point with no control. After all, hate and love have the same rush of adrenaline. }{ Dark Angel, a skilled assassin, is hired to kill the same man the most dangerous, ruthless and cold Mafia mobster ever known, Lukas Moretti, is after. No one knows her true name, her true self. She lives by 'we born alone, we die alone', that's why she doesn't has any type of relationship with anyone, mostly since her sky fell upon her. She works alone, moves like a shadow that leaves her smooth mark in every path she's gone through. They call her ruthless, she prefers merciless. Quiet as a shadow, fast as light, smart as a tiger catching his prey, and delicate like a lief... Dark Angel isn't fragile like a flower, she's fragile like a bomb.

He's cold and cruel. She's sweet and selfless. They're hardly a match made in heaven. After all, the devil doesn't belong with an angel. But fate seems to choose otherwise.

READ TRIGGER WARNINGS! In a world where power is the ultimate weapon and betrayal is currency, the line between hero and villain doesn't just blur... it shatters. She's the woman you're warned about. She's selfish and deadly, you don't see her until you feel the knife in your back. He's the man everyone fears. He's cold-blooded and dark, the embodiment of vengeance in an expensive suit. They should have destroyed each other. But instead, they made a deal. She's playing a game with no rules. He's rewriting them as he goes. Together, they're a storm no one can outrun. Loyalties are broken, alliances burned, and blood spills in their wake. But when the smoke clears, only one thing remains certain, trusting the devil doesn't make you safe... It makes you just like him. She's the sinner. He's the executioner. And in their obsession, no one gets out alive. Some stories don't have heroes. Some don't need them. This is theirs. Outlaw - where survival isn't enough, and obsession is the only law. Highest Ranks: #1 - badgirl #1 - secretsociety #1 - enemieswithbenefits #1 - antihero #2 - hacking #2 - slowburn #2 - enemies [All rights reserved, Copyright @devilseyez 2024]