A long time ago Ryraso worked for a race known as the K'nairi. When war broke out he was forced to leave. But the k'nairi don't let the people they view as valuable go so easily and a few years later, Ryraso finds himself back in their clutches. Facing old problems with a whole set of new ones to boot. Warnings: Slash (mxm), Slavery Type Issues.

The sequel to Bird of a Wing. Kidnapped and now in Navat, Ryraso has to cope with his impending doom and protect his foster son from the people who claim to love him. Who do love him, and Ryraso loves them back but duty comes before self. Even if the Royals duty and Ryraso's duty conflict and threaten them ever having a relationship together.

With the brand impeding, Ryraso is feeling calmer with the world. Eyeri is no longer facing the brand and he is very firmly in the Royal's hearts. Only things are never that simple and the Royal Court is not entirely happy to have humans in their midst once again. Dangers are lurking. High Priest Ton'eath is growing more interested in Eyeri, someone in the healer's circle doesn't like Ryraso and Ryraso can't help but feel that he hasn't seen the last of Cai'ress.

Cailleach Bheur. The Bringer of Winter. Demi-goddess queen of Wal'yah. I was supposed to be born a woman. I was supposed to lead my people, use the wisdom of the ancestors to keep them safe. I was supposed to be the greatest Cailleach since the beginning of creation, take the mantle from my grana and become what she promised me I was to be. I was meant to be their leader, and I failed them. I failed them all, and worse yet, I abandoned them. Left my home and family burning behind me, their blood coating my body, their lives bitter on my tongue. Their souls heavy in my heart. But I would return. I swore it on the blood of the goddess queens of my line. I would return, and I would bring the wrath of winter down on the men who thought to end my line. For I am Cailleach, I am my grana's grandson, and I am death to those who mean Wal'yah harm. I am death, I am destruction, and I am vengeance. Nothing would stand in my way, not even the two men who both should have been my enemies, but who I was in danger of falling much too hard for. Because I could not be weak. Not again. And my people deserved the vengeance I would bring down on the heads of our enemies. Even if it meant losing the men my heart yearned for. *****Bringer of Winter is a M/M/M polyamorous romance with magic, pirates, and gryphons. Because who doesn't like magic, pirates, and gryphons?? Trigger warnings in first chapter.*****

"... Isn't that... My shirt?" "Huh?! Then how did it end up in my locker?!" We both froze, my face turning red as I looked down at the baggy material. How could I not have noticed? And why did he have to walk in just now? Christian watched me, his face slightly red as he moved closer. I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch, the kick, the pain... But it never came. Instead, I felt something different. Soft lips on top of mine, moving slowly and sweetly. I opened my eyes. Christian Nelson, the most popular jock in the school, was currently making out with me in a gym locker room.

This is book 5 of the cross-shifter series and a continuation of sorts for Whiskers. Happiness wasn't something that you earned. It was something that you killed for. Del had worked hard to be able to be alive on his eighteenth birthday. He'd lived in the wild, killed countless people, and managed to start up a business strictly for shape-shifters that went against everything that was seemingly right in the world. His only problem now that things were finally going his way besides the annoying return of a father he never knew and his frustrating feline mate? A human, of course.

[A/N] This is a werecat story. Bxb. Gabriel is probably not the sharpest knife in the kitchen but he knows how to make some money in a tough situation. Crime. It's not really a career so much as a lifestyle, his. It had been a long time since he'd seen anyone in any other way then how much money they carried with them or what sort of lash-backs there might be if he robbed them. One night upon walking home from his brothers flat in Halbern he saw a dark figure wander into the alleyway that happened to be a short cut to his place. The only thing he saw was the glint in the dark. He knew he was tall. He knew even looking from afar the man seemed scary, but he still went for it. Why? Because either way, every man had a neck. Oh no, Gabriel, look what you've done. You've awoken the demon of the underworld, Kerberos. Boy you messed with the wrong man.

*** COMPLETE- Far From Home book two: Sequel to The Warlord's Chosen. A M/M/M fantasy romance*** "For the innocence of my mother, I suffered alone in the dark. For the sins of my father, I give my blood." Llyric has lived his life beneath stone, among darkness and cold. Having seen the sun for the last time when his father last attempted to steal his innocence when he was a young child, Llyric spends his days with a mouth bound, a body beaten and torn, and a soul and heart darkened by his own blood. He knows he deserves what he suffers, for the blood is his veins is evil. He knows this. He accepts it. Until the day he is saved, and possibly given a chance at living beyond his blood. **trigger warnings are located at the beginning of the prologue. Can be read as a stand-alone, but it's highly recommended to read the series in order for the greatest enjoyment of the story**