Eight empresses, eight empires, one connected world, and the thirst for power and structure. Book 1 in the Empress of Pangaea Series. . . . In a world where Pangaea, the supercontinent that never separated, thrives under the rule of queens and empresses, power defines every life. The system consists of eight great empires, each ruled by an empress. Within their realms are warriors, councils, servants, and harems filled with male concubines who serve their rulers. Above them all stands the Queen Council of Pangaea, formed after the Second Pangaea War five hundred years ago to maintain peace and prosperity among the empires. To be an empress in Pangaea is to play a dangerous game of power, loss, and victory. The newest empress emerging in the world of Pangaea is Rehema Eze. After the death of her mother, Rehema Eze officially becomes the new empress of the African Lands and is thrown into the world of power, politics, adventure, magic, mystery, love, and betrayal as she finds out what the costs of being an empress is. As she strives to honor her family's legacy and protect her people, she faces treachery within her own council and unexpected love within her harem, while building allies and enemies in the system of Pangaea. In Pangaea, every alliance has a price and every crown carries its burden. MATURE Story: Serious and Sensitive Themes/Topics, Strong Language, Sexual Content, and Graphic Violence. (18 +)

I am predominantly a human, a wrong species in the wrong pack, raised in the wrong home. But Nightstalkers is home and the human world is just too confusing. I want the thrill of changing into another species- the bone crackling, the limbs changing and the silk fur. Most important of all; a Mate. I always imagined what my future mate looked like, act like. I wondered, in the name of the moon Goddess which mate she'll give me. Of course she'll choose a cold, arrogant bastard of Silentcrest pack. Of course it would be someone that is blunt, ruthless, discourteous and ridiculously handsome. Warning: gruesome acts, violence, coarse language and sexual intercourse.

Diana Esme Tate, a name for the history books. Her mother is a romantic, her grandmother is a mystery. The discovery of a life time is brought to life when she finds that two worlds exist but none without the other. Well, two worlds and an in between. One world we all know, the human world, where we all live, and the non human world, with angels, demons, Caribbean seas and a lover she once knew. The first book in the Holy War series! Prequel: See how Diana came to have her powers, and the stories of the characters we know and love before reincarnation in Holy War: In the Beginning. https://www.wattpad.com/901431332-holy-war-in-the-beginning-chapter-1-no-coming-back Cover made by @ferocities This book will be under very serious editing.

Being the only female warrior in the kingdom of Jericho is tough, but watching the person you love fall into the arms of someone else, learning that you may never find the truth about your parents, invading your home country, and accidentally becoming one of the first humans to ever have magic was a little bit harder Deidre trained harder than all of her peers to become not only the first female warrior in all of Jericho but the best the city has ever seen. She managed to honor her father's legacy as a great fighter, and stay close with her best friend Prince Clyde, but one day after getting her prized horse taken by a bandit, her world turned upside down as she's thrown into the world of magic she never knew existed. Cover made by @Ferret_bird.

When Lisa Dumont travels down to New Orleans to stay with her mother for the summer, she finds herself entangled in a web of century-long territorial disputes between undead and supernatural forces. Lisa soon realizes that she has become torn between the blood-loyalty to her mother, Voodoo Priestess Madam Dumont, and the intrigue she has grown towards Elder Vampire, Hezekiah Mercier - the enemy. And consequently, the heavy discord between the two factions leaves Lisa with life-changing decisions to make that could possibly alter the fate of both groups and everyone else in between. ** **DISCLAIMER** This story is UNEDITED and UNREVISED. I haven't made any adjustments to this story since I first wrote it, which was when I was about 18 years old. I'm 23 now, for reference. I adore this story with all I have, but most of the chapters I haven't even revisited since I first uploaded them. Any mistakes, I'm usually notified of them by readers who point them out in comments. Please tread lightly, for there are undoubtedly historical inconsistencies, incorrect language translations, grammar and punctuation mistakes, and information that hasn't been properly fact checked. This is a work of FICTION. Have fun with it, please! But also beware that this is an amateur piece (that I had a great time writing). Follow me on instagram! @ceaselessmindwrites

Sin and symphony. That's all a necromancer needs. Octavia is a woman of many hats -- a maestro, an educator, a wanderer and an accomplished liar, and she wears all of them at once if need be. Masquerading as a music teacher, she travels the world on a mission to rid it of the netherborne -- a scourge from beyond the grave. When her travels take her to the tiny island of Hedalda, she finds a town on its knees, under the heel of the netherborne, and a people who believe necromancers are the worst thing to happen to humanity. Wit and a song, necromancy through music, was all she ever needed. But this time it isn't enough. The scourge looms larger with each song Octavia plays, and to save Hedalda she must navigate a web of deceit, look beyond sin and symphony, all while keeping her true identity a secret. Awesome cover was made by @scmimi

I was never normal. From birth the shaman of my village had already determined my fate. I was to be the chosen. Decades the humans that dwell at the base of the volcano gave one woman to the Dragon, who in turn promised our safety from the molten lava threatening to spew from the mouth of the mount. I was to be that woman.

Lafayette "Fate" Robinson is a rejected guide just trying to live out her exile in quiet solitude. She's got everything she could ever want: a house, a dog, and miles of land all to herself. All she has to do is wait until she's out of her prime, and then she'll never have to worry about rogue sentinels again. Her carefully laid plans come tumbling down when she wakes up one chilly morning in a bond to one of the world's most powerful alpha sentinels, Jack Hammond . With the eyes of the world upon them, they agree to a one-year commitment. Can he convince her that life is better with a sentinel by her side? Or will Fate follow a different path? A Sentinel and Guide story

What would you do when out of nowhere you were sent to the past?? and not like Martin Luther King Jr days. Like the B.C past, yes before Jesus Christ his self days. what would you do? When you're sent to a place where you end up protecting someone from danger. Someone very special to his people but also wanted dead by some of his people. especially since that danger is being caused by someone who is suppose to love him but hates him and wants him dead. Knowing this person is a king from the past and you need his help to survive in this Era but what happens when you start falling? falling for someone in the past. someone who you have read in history books, what do you do when you know this person is going to be killed? what do you do when you start to love him? Would you change the past and save him? or let him die. But remember this, the past is never meant to change. So.... would you stay in the past or go back to the year you were living? ? Especially finding out you could go back home. Would You leave the people you have grown to protect and keep safe...... Would you leave the man you have to learn to Love? #14 Brownskin #14/62

Amazing Cover by ONYXVIXEN I was not meant to be here. I had a life back home, not quite fulfilling but a life nonetheless Then I'm miraculously thrust into the past, into a civilization lost by time, into a world torn apart by war. And a dark roughened male looks at me like i hung the moon and single handedly carved the heavens His gaze is all I've ever desired and his touch ignites a fire that refuses to be extinguished I am torn between returning to all i know and embracing everything I've ever wanted.