Erin was just a student trying to escape his three bullies, only to fall down a rabbit hole and be called "Alice" since he resembles the Queen that saved them, and they need him to save Wonderland again. How could he fight against the Prince of Darkness who wants "Alice" for himself, while pretending to be the King of Heart's wife? And what of the real world who shares the same characters with this twisted Wonderland? ✅ completed

He was my best friend. We were inseparable. Even death cannot part us. Resident bad boy "Tie" is so obsessed with his childhood best friend "Powder," that he agrees to a binding spell performed by the school's Occult/Demonology club. What could go wrong? The next thing Powder knew, people he's involved with are slowly getting picked off, with Tie acting strangely possessive. Something went wrong. (Heavily inspired by Jennifer's Body, but not a BL remake/copy.)

Five years have passed since the Secondaries took the world by storm, ruthlessly killing humankind and vampires alike. Now, hidden in the shadows, Bogdan must band together with an unlikely group of companions to restore justice to the world and save the only man who has ever truly made him feel alive. Bogdan believes rescuing Finn is his final test - the one which stands between him and his happily-ever-after. Unbeknownst to him, a more powerful test begins to unfold, pushing him to the brink of emotional sanity as he tries to solve the riddle: How much are you willing to fight for the one you love? **Note: This MXM novel is the third and final installment of The Consort vampire series. Because each novel picks up where the least leaves off, it is best to read the first two novels prior to reading this one. Thank you and enjoy!**

A cure for cancer has tremendous issues as scientists unwillingly expose humanity to its demise. A deadly virus without a cure, transforming the world as we know it. They created a world where humans were fighting to survive against hordes of undead creatures, some more threatening than others. There is no hope, no second chances. All you can do is pray. Pray and do not get Bitten.

What if the world of spirits is closer than you'd think? What if they lived alongside us day-to-day. It's been almost 15 years since these two worlds were combined fully. An insane necromancer used a ritual to arise King Maxwell the IV from the dead to be his servant, but things go horribly wrong when the king comes back with his entire army and goes to war with the living. How can they fight something that is already dead? Now that the old king is at rule it's normal to see a headless man strolling the streets on his way to work. Donovan along with thousands of people who are still alive and haven't commit suicide are trying to get along in their harsh world, but living with the undead can cause more problems than it's worth when the king declares that one of his son's is to be engaged and he wants a human. Cover by: xenomorphius

Liam Claremont studies at day and works in a bar at night, to help his single mother sustain their family. As he passed through the dark alley on his way home from a tiresome night at work, he suddenly heard a scream. Unable to turn a blind eye, he rushed to its direction, only to see something that he never should have. A world he never knew existed presented itself right in front of his eyes. A world of blood and power that will alter the course of his fate. Will he be able to keep his light? Or will he succumb to its darkness? Warning: Mature Content on later chapters🔥🔞 ~~~ "D-Don't come a-any closer!" I said with a trembling voice. He vanished in an instant and was suddenly behind me. "Boo." He whispered in my ear. Little did I know, that encounter in the dark alley would change my life forever. •••• Ranks👑❤️ #1 boyxboyromance 6/19/2021 #1 bxblove 9/14/2021 #1 Paranormalromance 5/3/2021 #1 guyxguy 6/17/2021 #1 mates 8/21/2021 #1 gayromance 7/8/2021 #1 hotguys 7/30/2021 #1 gayfiction 7/5/2021 #1 Vampireromance 8/1/2021 #1 gaylove 9/4/2021 #2 bxb 6/15/2021 #3 bloodthirsty 5/11/2021 #3 mxm 6/18/2021 #9 LGBT 6/28/2021

Shepherd had run all his life. Constant, unabating movement that consumed him. It was relentless, be it the demons within his own mind or external pursuers out of his control, there was always another beast snapping at his heel, urging him forward in the eternal chase. But that was behind him. He was settled now, happy, hidden away from the prying eyes and reaching claws. Until He returned. Reece Greymoore, a name Shepherd so desperately wished to eradicate from his mind. Their meeting had been brief, a lifetime ago, ending on soured notes that Shepherd no longer allowed to disturb his slumber. Reece shouldn't have found him, and yet there he was, speaking of friendship and favours and other pleasantries that had Shepherd's guard firmly bolstered around himself. But Reece never appeared in a shower of sunshine and rose petals. Rather, he spoke of so much worse, of threats to Shepherd's very life. Promises of safety fell upon deaf ears, disbelief a much more comforting blanket to reside within. Reece was not only an alpha but he was a ghost, a figure within Shepherd's past that should have never arisen. He arrived with death and dismay in his wake, sweet words weren't repayment enough. Reece's presence had shattered the fragile cage around Shepherd, allowing the light in, reminding him of the freedom of the chase. The roots he had planted were withering, tearing apart beneath him, leaving nothing but rot and decay where he stood. Maybe running was just how it was meant to be...

Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

"Our universe grants every soul a twin - a reflection of themselves - the kindred spirit. And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other - even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love." -Julie Dillon. Dove had been plagued with vivid dreams all his life, about a thousand different lives with a mysterious blur of a man. He had never thought too deeply about it, more concerned with getting out of his dreary town and away from the ghosts of his past. In a last chance bid at a life elsewhere, Dove travelled to San Franciso for a job interview to be the personal assistant of prestigious businessman and billionaire, Eryll Beherit. Little did he know, that man was no man, and he would be the final piece of the puzzle that Dove needed to fill in all the cracks in his fractured mind...

"When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you must believe that one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for you to stand upon or you will be taught to fly." ― Patrick Overton, The leaning tree. Alwynn hadn't anticipated much from meeting an old friend of his parents. He expected a dull night filled with drab conversation and occasional pokes at his choices in life. He was prepared for that, he would just drift off into some serene place in his mind and let it all wash over him. Alwynn hadn't anticipated the 'old friend' to be a living, breathing Adonis capable of reducing the boy to a quivering, incoherent mess just with the flash of that ravishing smile. Vant Bayer, a man far too old for the 17-year-old, was just the man the boy was looking for. Little did Alwynn know, Vant wasn't merely a man...