"I'm not here to bang, even if I wanted to.." He inhaled deeply at the crook of my neck, before looking back at me again, "I'm here to make you mine." Warning : THERE IS GOING TO MESSED UP POINT OF VIEWS OF CHARACTERS WITH .. UNIQUE INNER THOUGHTS . Excuse that please xD Highest rank : #1 in werewolf ( I don't know how it got there I'm still shocked )

One waitress with a dark, hidden purpose that ascends the stars and galaxies. One man turned vampire to endure centuries just to ensure her protection. Two soulmates torn apart by a prophecy beyond their control. Fate had rolled the final bell, bringing death and defeat to the young waitress. The man she loved was taken from her and with his absence, the light in the world faded with the fulfilled prophecy. All hope was lost... until darkness consumed her, until giving herself willingly to that darkness. With whispers of temptation in her ears, her mortality faded away and divine power emerged, the power to defy fate and the Gods, the power to bring back her vampire from the dead. But with her immortal powers comes much more than the world is anticipating... ultimate destruction. [sequel to Blood Lust]

A prophecy. A lie. A love to conquer centuries. *** Cassandra is a woman without a last name, a woman who has toiled through life just grazing the edge of survival. To her, the world is bleak and disappointing... That is until she realizes the part of the world she's seen is just a veil over the immortal one. And that her displacement has been founded and prophesied for centuries. She is a seer, a prophetess. Locked within her are the answers her tireless, blood-hungry predators search so longingly for. Her purpose is suddenly known. Like a flame to wick, everything around her ignites and burns, throwing her into the unknown, into an even tougher feat of survival. She must take shelter with a man, a stranger, someones who until this point in her life had been only mythical. Lost in Siberia, she will need to flee and disappear under his protection. There's only one problem. He's an immortal who thrives on blood. A vampire, a deserter from his species. And he's irresistible. *** Winner of The 2019 Fiction Awards: Best Paranormal*** -Book One of The Blood Lust Series- Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, past references to sexual assault/abuse, explicit violence, murder, gore, depression.

Trained to be unbeatable... Taught to show no fear... Bred to be the best... They called Rowan the destroyer- the Eversor. She was to be a weapon, only needed when called upon, caught up in what was supposed to be a lifelong business she never thought she'd escape. . . until the day she did. Alec is the Alpha of one of the largest werewolf packs in the world, and then he finally finds his mate. She isn't at all what he expected. To him, she's stubborn, hard-headed, fierce, and is keeping secrets from him. He knows she isn't what she seems, and wants her to trust and confide in him though it's a lot harder than he expected. With new problems inching their way into her life, a man she has unexplained feelings for, and a past that's determined to ruin her life, Rowan doesn't know how to win this time. The only thing she ever craved was to be free and now when faced with options for the first time, she doesn't know what to choose. Little by little secrets are revealed, enemies arise, and loyalties are put to the test. All Rowan has ever done was follow orders, but for her to succeed and balance out these new problems, she will have to do something she never thought she could. . . Follow her heart. ********** An Aeterian Story- First Book *Mature Content* © All Rights Reserved

{ This book is now published on Amazon } It use to be a rare thing. Seeing a female werewolf. It was almost like their were no such thing. But now female werewolves have the same population as males. Except for Lycans. Their has only ever been two female Lycans in history. Alvery Fabre was the first ever female Lycan. She and her mate George Rosai had a daughter. Only their daughter is the most powerful werewolf on the planet. For both of her parents were Lycans. Her name is Della Rosai. The female Lycan Highest Ranking in Romance #1 Werewolf #6 Mystery #8 ~ Cover By Cookiies_and_Cream ~ { Thank You }

The Golden wolf is a myth among werewolves, no one has seen it and who ever has, didn't survive to tell anyone. Six hundred years and Andorra Hannah still looks the beautiful age of eighteen, she is quick, powerful and deadly. Everyone has heard the myth of the werewolf elder but no one ever expected her to be a woman especially since there are very few woman wolves in history. When a town sparks Andorra's interest she decides to stay, but she never expected what she found there. (Re-Written Version) Has reached: #54 in featured #25 in romance!

She wasn't wanted in her pack. Her parents died while saving her and her brothers, but was blamed for it anyway. She spent 6 years being abused by her pack until she left and was adopted by her uncle. He was the alpha of the most strongest pack. When he passed away she took up the role as Alpha, but it wasn't easy. She managed to gain the respect of the pack and is well loved. Alison Hart changed her life for the better, but destiny and faith will have her come face to face with her past.

"Everett" I called him when he paused in his tracks. I looked around and realized that we were right in the middle of a clearing. "Why did we stop here?" I enquired in bewilderment. Everett, who had his back to me, turned to face me. The hurt expression in his face didn't miss my notice even when he tried his best to conceal it from me, by giving me a small smile. "You know I love you right?" he asked me and I nodded happily. I knew my mate loves me and I love him too. He stepped forward, cupped my face in his hands and placed a light, feathery kiss on my forehead. "I'm doing this because I love you" he whispered, and then taking a step back, curled his fingers to form a tight fist. I stared at his fist and then glanced up to clash with his pacific blue eyes, "Doing what?" I prompted. Everett didn't bother replying; instead he shifted into his huge black wolf, compelling me to take a few steps back. 'Shift' he commanded through the link. I looked away not meeting his gaze because I didn't appreciate the way he commanded me. Nobody commands me. Nobody. 'I, Everett Green, Alpha of Waterwave Pack, am challenging you, Templar Green, White Wolf, for a fight'

"I don't want you to mark me" I said quickly. "Why?" he asked me, his tone seemed calm but i knew he was far from it. "I have a commitment towards my pack" I told him, hoping he'll understand but to my astonishment his eyes were dark now and he held his palms in a tight fist. "You are my mate Templar, you belong to my pack" he said in a condescending tone. My blood boiled at the tone he was using with me. Nobody talks to me like that. Nobody. "Do not use that tone with me, Everett. You are not my Alpha, I respond to-" none, i was about to say, but had to bite my tongue to change that. I was not ready to tell him that I'm the sole White Shifter, not ready to tell him I'm The Alpha of my pack. So i lied, again.

A re[vamped] version of the classic tale. Chloe Chase has found herself trapped in a Gothic style manor with a soft spoken witch, a territorial wolf and, to top it all off, an ill tempered vampire. Julian Clark has found something in Chloe to the point that he holds her captive. Now fighting for both her freedom and her heart, Chloe can either tame the beast or become his next feast.