‶Your little mate, what is she like?″ ‶She's wild, but all the best flowers are.″ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ ★ ✰ No one has ever seen Alpha Cedric Veiler smile. He is the ancient lycan King, and the most powerful creature living on earth. His eyes are red like the devil. His face covered in nasty scars. Not to mention that he's as tall as a tree, and built like a god. Though he has his own pack to worry about, Veiler goes undercover. He poses as a college professor to scope out the enemy. When he arrives, he finds himself surrounded by something he's despised his whole life. Humans. When he runs into an itty bitty, 18 year old human girl with big doe eyes in his class, Alpha Veiler knows he's in trouble. Because no lycan has ever had a human mate, and nothing ever makes the King smile. And it seems Hendrix is the only exception to both. It's just too bad that she has daddy issues. COMPLETED ✓ Highest rankings #1 in Lycans - 9/9/19 #1 in Music - 2/15/20 #1 in Age-gap - 4/29/20 #23 in Werewolf - 2/21/20 #4 in Daddy issues - 8/15/19 #3 in Forbidden - 1/29/20

Life Lesson #1: If you are planning on going to a nightclub in the middle of sketchy, dark woods, don't. Life Lesson #2: If there are too many attractive, healthy people in said nightclub, be alarmed and rethink Life Lesson #1. Life Lesson #3: If you were foolish enough to ignore rules 1 and 2, I suggest you haul ass. Aeress is one of those special people who obviously need a couple more life lessons... ----------------------------------------------------------------- He chuckled. It was dry but it was an addictive sound. "No," he brought his nose against her collar, "not at all." His lips skimmed over her exposed skin. She sighed at his touch, riding the sweet, overwhelming waves that came with. "You've barely touched me," Aeress had her hands skimming up the back of his neck and in between his strands. "And I'm falling apart." His voice was a little hollow and this worried her. "The bond we have is responsible for that." She tugged at him until he looked up. For a moment she just basked in how handsome he was. "I don't think so," she leaned in for a kiss, "I think that you are just about the most fascinating man I have ever met. And we have only just met. I don't think a bond can simply erase the will of an independent woman like me." His eyes came to life with a blazing fire. He closed the distance between them and kissed sensation back into her body, setting off every nerve in her flesh. Everything came to a boiling point, sizzling with need. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ °°MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT OF ALL KINDS, AND I MEAN ALL KINDS°° Highest Rank: #7 in Werewolf, #79 in Romance

He is without a pack, He is without a mate, And he is without a wolf, He is the sanctuary of brutality, a slaughter that waits for its turn. He is Killian, the beast built with strength, power, and chaos that yearns for a reign, not of an Alpha, but of a King meant to rule a bigger land. He is not a werewolf, but he is more. Mystery lies beneath his skin as the entirety of him becomes the root of all havoc, a weapon of war that is greater than the Moon can ever accomplish and beyond what she can create. But beneath the power he harbors, lay a weakness that he can never oppose, Valerie. {TW: Violence, Death, Sex} Completed: October 5, 2020 (UNEDITED)

|HIGHEST RANKING| #4 in Werewolf. #1 in Mate. * "He's dangerous. He's invincible." "He can take on hundreds of werewolves all by himself." "Because of his crebrous sins, he's bound to live alone forever, without a mate." "The moon goddess didn't bless him with a mate as a punishment to his atrocious ways." "Who will even be his mate?" But the moon goddess wasn't unfair and biased. She had indeed blessed the most feared Alpha King with a mate, and she wasn't just a normal she-wolf. WARNING:- This story will contain mature scenes. Enter at your own risk. ***

Magic is supposed to be easy; there's Black, White, and Green Magic, and once a Witch picks a path, that's really all she has to worry about. But for Darlena Agara, things just keep getting harder. She's torn between her best friend's choice of the Black path, and her on-again, off-again boyfriend's choice of the White path, so she tries to stall, waiting for divine inspiration. Darlena isn't expecting the form it takes, though. Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, shows up in her living room and pressures her to choose her path, and Lena does something stupid; she declares that she'll be a Red Witch, something that doesn't exist...or does it? Daughter of Chaos is the first book in the Red Magic series, and I'm happy to share it here with you! Enjoy! If you want to read the rest of the series, book two is called Gods of Chaos, and book three is Triumph of Chaos. Both are available wherever books or eBooks are sold.

A soulmate was the desire and dream of every Shifter. They were the completion of your soul, the missing puzzle piece. Nikolai Givenchy spent years waiting for his, but when she finally arrived on the scene all woman and fire and ice, he was not prepared. Ella Walters was running from her past, and she desperately didn't want to let the man she called her future get dragged into things. But perhaps if he can convince her, he might be the solution to all her problems. He seems to think so. Find out in Under the Midnight Sky! Sincerely, Scarlett McLeod

My name was once Mia Elizabeth Vauthier. I was the princess of a great land where wolves, grander than any other creature shifted freely between animal and man. Where nature and its inhabitants lived together in an uninterrupted harmony. Where the supernatural was not abhorred by those arrogant beings that called themselves humans. Here the supernatural was just as part of nature as the trees and the grass, just as the Goddess had wished it to be. Since the day of my birth, I had been the envy of all the land. I would be powerful I would be great I would be blessed by the Goddess... Or so they had thought. When I was meant to shed my fragile human skin and flow smoothly in the Goddess' blessed creature of the night, I did not. It did not happen when I was sixteen, or seventeen, or eighteen. The shock had been like steaming water, trickling down the naked skin, tearing skin as it went leaving ugly marks that could never be removed. I became stained. The Princess who was an omega and not just an omega, a wolfless omega. An empty shell, a box with no contents, a heart with no blood. Just an empty vessel. I wished so desperately to fill the empty space with something worth more than the haunting echoes of what should have been but that was not my fate. Instead the once beloved princess I was cast aside, thrust into a tower with no promise of a prince to rescue me. The only dragon that guarded me was my own mind, a sharp weapon which would slowly poison me. I thought nothing could save me... Perhaps it is still too late.

I couldn't see him that well from this angle, but I could tell he dressed expensively. He wore nice dress pants with a white dress shirt with rolled up sleeves. The watch on his hand shinned, like it was made from little diamonds. I squinted my eyes, looking closer to see his face. He had groomed facial hair, and thick eyebrows. He had light brown hair. He looked older, maybe around his late thirties. Who he was, I didn't know? My mom and dad barely brought over any of their friends. The man crossed his arms. He rose his chin and looked up, right at me like he sensed me there. He raised his eyebrow at me. For a moment we just stared at each other. I wanted to figure out who he was, and he was probably doing the same. Finally, he gave me a smile....

**Cover by @AndiApplexoxo** He was nothing like other men that she'd met in her life. He was different. She knew he was. But he was forbidden. She was beautiful. He saw her and it was all over. Love at first sight. No other woman made him feel the way she did. But she was forbidden. A rivalry that runs ages deep keeps them apart..... Or does it? She wants him and he wants her. No problem right? It doesn't have to be like Romeo and Juliet, right? Instead of two families standing in the way, there's just one. Just one man standing in the way of their happiness. His name? You know his name. Il Diavolo. Vincenzo Bianchi. Her father. Both men are Kings. Both are ruthless and unforgiving. But one will have to bow down if there is peace. One will have to bow down if there is to be a Happily Ever After...... The question is.... Which one will break first? Which one will be the first to bow? Will either get the chance to bow or will someone or something get in the way? Only one way to find out...... ~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story contains mature content. Read at your own risk. You've been warned.

The Lycan race is dying and there's nothing they can do about it but watch their race die out. Since then they have resided in a cave sleeping until they were disturbed by people roaming around. Awoken in a fit of rage the group of Lycans chased out the humans and killed them. Feeding off of the humans got them their strength back unless the host was sick then they would have to fight off the sickness themselves. They decided that the best way to repopulate their species is to breed any and all women. Now all that stand are five lycanthropes who have to adjust to the new world, feed without being discovered, and breed with women. Mortal women.