At war with a common enemy, alliances had to be formed. And so King Dimitrios Xanthe of the Wolfen blood-bonded Princess Ailara Davriel of the Vampyr. Along with it was a promise that when the two come of age, the two kingdoms will become one. Until something went horribly wrong... The alliance was broken with the death of several royals. One kingdom was hunted and killed almost to the point of extinction. Ailara vanished without a trace. Until almost a century later and their paths cross again. Finally, Dimitri will have his revenge. He'd keep her by his side so he can make her watch as he destroys what's left of her kingdom and then kill her himself. But along the way, he discovers something else... The call of the mate bond is much stronger and she stirs feelings in him that he's never felt before. Will the two rulers be able to reunite Xathos and vanquish the enemy? Or will they fall prey to chaos and destroy the Golden Dynasty Aiken and Selene worked so hard for? Only one thing is for sure: The key to saving or destroying Xathos lies within the heart of a king.

"Our next is a girl of eighteen summers. She has smooth, unblemished skin and has been schooled in the arts of love and seduction. But most of all, she is untouched." my auctioneer and captor said as he paraded me in front of the men. They eyed their fill of my body but they were forbidden to touch. "Bidding starts at two hundred pieces of silver." I was returned towards the stage as the men stated their prices. I was a rare commodity: a slave girl yet untouched, eighteen, fertile when the land has been struck with a plague that left women barren. The price for me reached eight hundred silver coins and many have already backed down. "Two hundred gold coins!" a man spoke up. It was he, the man who stared at me with passion and desire in his eyes moments ago. That was quite a sum for a slave! "Two hundred gold coins going once, twice... Sold to the King of Ivaris!" the auctioneer shouted. There it was. My fate was sealed. I am a love slave and it is just my luck that I am sold to the same cruel king that destroyed my kingdom. *A story of love, of gods and goddesses, of reincarnation and magic, intrigue and betrayal, of kings and war...*

[BOOK TRAILER NOW AVAILABLE] VISIT https://youtu.be/APtEPckzBdA OR READ TO FIND OUT MORE. . ------------------ ~☽ ◯ ☾~ ------------------ "I'm a wolf...I hunger for you in ways I didn't think imaginable. This obsession is eating me alive. I feel this hunger no matter what I do and I'm starved. It's insatiable and only you can quench it." Every full moon it's the same. It's the time of the Wild Hunt, when the wolves disappear into the night, tracking the prey, a deer or stag. Some are easier to catch than the rest, but the prime prey, is the Golden Stag, the one that evades them every time. Most girls don't make it past fifteen. They are caught and taken as a mate before they learn how to survive the great hunt. The longer a girl survives, the more appealing she becomes. She begins as a deer, fresh and unaware...vulnerable. If she lasts three moons, she becomes a stag, the more respected prey and the more skilled...worth hunting. The one who has survived the longest is crowned the Golden Stag. Every Alpha male; the strongest, quickest, boldest, track the scent of the Golden Stag. It is different from that of the others, intoxicating...tempting. To bring down the Golden Stag is a mark of skill and authority, well worth the time spent pursuing it. The Wild Hunt. It makes me feel alive and dead, free and caged, broken and whole. I am the Golden Stag. Catch me if you can. . ------------------ ~☽ ◯ ☾~ ------------------

Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* Highest rankings: #6 in Werewolf #1 in Wolves #3 in Featured He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*

In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...