Book One in the Lycan Chronicles Evander Rue is the sole heir to his father's company and has worked hard his entire life to live up to the future written for him. Everything is going according to plan, with the exception of one thing. His stupid folklore and mythology class he's miserably failing. In desperation, he seeks aid from his best friend's mortal enemy and the nephew of the local witch, Midnight Alexavier. As it would seem, Fate has plans of her own as Evan's world changes completely the night of his birthday party, with Midnight at the center of it all. Evan is shoved into a war with no end, forced to make choices that could cost him everything and a destiny too heavy for his shoulders to carry. _______________ This story is intended for mature audiences only, please read the disclaimer before continuing.

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Book Two in the Lycan Chronicles Midnight Alexavier wasn't a good person. In his heart lived a darkness that grew every day, and the only way to sate its hollow hunger was by killing. Unluckily for him, he had fallen in love with one of the monsters he had once enjoyed tearing apart. Evander Rue had stormed into Midnight's life and showed him the true meaning of unwavering loyalty, the light that cast the darkness away. That is until enemies appear out of every corner, threatening to destroy everything they'd worked for and forcing them to choose sides in a war that could tear them apart forever. Regnar Lodbrok was the physical embodiment of a mistake. Constantly, he made one right after the other until he made a choice that cost him everything. Now, he's given a second chance to redeem himself, but love makes fools of us all, and sometimes, love is the most addicting drug of them all. _______________ This story is intended for mature audiences only, please read the disclaimer before continuing.

Book one in the Demigod Series The Gods did as they pleased and were not to be questioned. They had children with mortals, witches, and Samokian demons, then tossed them to the side as if they meant nothing. Samokian demigods knew not the love of their godly parents. Instead, they were raised by their elder siblings, who were forced to care for themselves when there was no one else would. It was a common practice in Samoka; only a handful of gods cared for their offspring's well-being. They reproduced for sport. The lack of attention was like a game to them to see who spawned the cruelest and coldest demigod, not caring for the consequences because according to the gods, half-breeds would never be powerful enough to overthrow them. Ekias was the son of the mighty General of the Samokian army and the most powerful god of war. He was also the youngest of his countless siblings. Raised by his demigod siblings, Ekias was just another son of Arkés living in the city of Avalarius. He was the youngest, meaning that by their customs, he was the representative of the entire house of war, and given his questionable background at best, the gods weren't particularly fond of him, nor was he of them. In Samoka, it's best for a demigod to just blend in, which is something Ekias struggled to do not because he didn't want to but because Samoka herself has set her eye on him for an obligation that'll make it even harder for him to keep his secret hidden from the gods.

Book One in the Lycan Chronicles Evander Rue had his entire life planned out even before he was born. He grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and parents who never had time for him. A family who barely called or cared for him left him to be raised by his nanny until his eighteenth birthday when everything changed. His father planned for him to attend some prestigious college to study business and take over the family company. Unfortunately, his immaculate grades were tarnished because of a ridiculous mythology class. However, it seemed fate had a twisted sense of humor when the new kid, the local witch's goth nephew, seemed to take over his world. At first, Evander didn't spare him a glance, leery of the newcomer, but he had more important things to worry about, like his birthday party and maintaining his reputation. The new kid's arrival or his grades didn't pause Evander's celebration; he was going to officially be an adult. Nothing would keep him from celebrating, not even a cautionary howl under the light of the full month. _______________ This story is intended for mature audiences only, please read the disclaimer before continuing.