Prince Demonia Black is the demon prince of The Shadow Lands, he leaves blood behind him wherever he goes, wicked and cruel but blessed with devilish good looks and charm, he is feared and adored by his people. He is the first of his kind to be mated to a werewolf, the innocent, caring, and lovely Lady Lilian Du Mont, the daughter of a powerful Lord within The Vale, who has no idea what she's getting herself into. (18+) * Book 3 of the Alpha series *

Adeline Hartwick's life is unstable and chaotic. Persistently on the run, she's not one to stay in the same place for long. But it only takes one fateful night to change everything. Braxton Black is used to control, it's a constant he's perfected. But with a single glance into a pair of green eyes, that control he once thought he had-it crumbles down so effortlessly. It's that vicious mixture of chaos and control that pulls them into a world they must either fight to survive in-or die.

Beware of Devin Easton Black, known to some as the shadowy Mafia boss. Everywhere he goes, darkness follows, and happiness seems a distant memory in his wake. In stark contrast, Kyara Rose Heartson is a beacon of joy, effortlessly spreading cheer wherever she goes. Her love for ballet has earned her a legion of admirers. But when the menacing gaze of Devin Easton Black falls upon the bubbly Kyara, what dangers will she face in the clutches of this notorious Mafia figure? Highest rank #2 in Lycan Edited by MHIAM Team - @Orange_Neon - @httpmoose1976 Cover made by : @Navya

Shy bookworm Sophie liked her nice, quiet life - but her world is about to be rocked when her incredibly attractive Alpha, Malcolm drunkenly confesses his feelings. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Sophie Bennett was nobody's main character, and that suited her just fine. She had good friends, fulfilling work and a nice, quiet life. Unbeknownst to her, shy, nerdy Sophie had a secret admirer. A man who had been captivated by her sweet gentleness. A man who would NEVER admit his attraction, knowing that he could completely upend her simple life. Alpha Malcolm. But, all it takes to change that is one drunken confession. Now, Malcolm is facing the feelings he's been fighting and Sophie is trying to figure out whether they could be the real deal, or if it's all just fiction. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Thank you so much to the people who have read this and to the people who are considering reading this - your views, votes and comments absolutely make my day! #1 out of 86.9K in "paranormal" - 05/22/23 #18 out of 2M in "romance" - 05/25/23 #4 out of 197K in "werewolf" - 05/25/23 #4 out of 197K in "werewolves" - 05/25/23 #3 out of 45.5K in "mate" - 05/27/23 #1 out of 176K in "supernatural" - 05/29/23 #16 out of 2.3M in "love" - 09/19/23 #2 out of 61.1K in "wolf" - 09/19/23 #1 out of 29.2K in "luna" - 09/19/23 #3 out of 75.8K in "alpha" - 09/19/23 #3 out of 22.9K in "pack" - 09/19/23 #1 out of 27.5K in "wolves" - 07/10/24

( Under going heavy editing!!!) In a world where vampires and werewolves are sworn enemies, Atrix-the last Alpha of a dying bloodline is shackled in silver, awaiting execution under the moon that was meant to crown him. Elora, the daughter of his jailer, steps into his cell with nothing but questions and a heart she swore she'd never offer to a monster. But fate doesn't care for war or bloodlines. And love doesn't ask for permission. When secrets unravel and loyalties bleed, Atrix and Elora must choose: follow the path carved by their ancestors-or burn it to the ground together. Forbidden. Feral. Fated. The Alpha doesn't bow... not even for love.

"Let them go, Dante." I whip my head to see a small boy standing the clearing with blonde hair and a green cloak hanging from shoulders. He isn't very tall however he holds his stance well. He doesn't seem to be more than Cassandra's age. Maybe 12 at most. I abruptly turn my head back hearing the man holding a sword to my throat chuckling with a sinister grin. "Oh, poor boy, what are you go to do about it?" The yellow teeth gleam as he begins stalking towards the boy who does not look the least bit fazed. I look around at the other men who are following the leader. I pull Cassandra tighter to my back as I take small steps back. I keep my eye trained on the men but also fear for the naive boy. "Do you really want to test me Dante?" He asks raising a single eyebrow. For a minute the men stop their movements. I see their hesitation for fear... Fear of what? I take the moment to stick Cassandra behind a nearby tree. She crouches down while I pull my sword out from its place. "How do you know my name?" The scoundrel raises his sword challenging towards the boy before taking a final step towards him. Then the unexpected happens. The young boy chuckles so darkly. It sounded almost... demonic. All the men instinctively raise their swords. "Oh Dante, I didn't know your name... but you know someone dear to me." "Spit it out boy!" The once grinning man is now looking around frantically. I continue my eyes scanning the small boy. He looks directly me and gives me a small nod before saying one word that caused all hell to breaks loose. "Artemis." Artemis is not an ordinary girl. She grew up in the wilderness after being shunned due to unique abilities and her different physical attributes. Blessed with an ability that scared others, she roams the wild with only her guarded one. That is until she stumbles into a situation that brings her in front of a prince.

"𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒘o 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆." {BOOK 1 OF THE STOLEN TIME TRILOGY} **THIS IS ONLY A SAMPLE. TO READ THE REST OF THE STORY, CLICK THE LINK ON MY PROFILE**

An unlucky bride makes a deal with a God of War to bless her marriage. Unfortunately, her husband has other plans and leaves her for dead at his altar. #8 in Romance #1 in Gods #2 in Fantasy Romance #65 in Love

"You have caused me more trouble than I can bare. I've contemplated ending your life twice since I've known you." his warm breath in my ear sent a shiver down my spine. "And what is stopping you?" I challenged his words, leering at his impatience. "My own folly" he admitted, grabbing my chin in his warm palm, " you have slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my veins." "You have described the aftermath of a deadly venom. A volatile liquid one would slip into the cup of an arrogant king" was all I could counter. His confession had both shocked and thrilled me. "So I have and you my queen, have poisoned me." he whispered against my neck. Completed 1/8/20 THIS BOOK IS RATED X FOR XPLICIT