Lycidas, similar to the rest of the collection, has a unique ability. Possessing the ability to weaken his enemies through his mere presence, he has no intention of mating, let alone finding his beloved. The thought that he would kill his mate crushes any desire for love. Adrasteia is the daughter of Marcus Brown, an elite civilian within vampyric society. She was born a vampyre, and she knew of this, but she has yet to undergo her transition. However, when her mother and father are murdered by seekers - vampyre hunters - she is left alone, scared, and in the midst of transitioning. Without a male to drink upon and someone to lead her through the difficult time, her transition will not be successful.

In a world of monsters, is it possible to find the beauty in each other? Ice melts... Power ignites... Bonds forge... Just in time to clash with the impending storm on its way. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "I think you have lost your mind," Soren suddenly muttered. Then it happened: Annika grinned. A glowing warmth lit inside, heating her cold interior. There was something extraordinary about the simplicity put into a grin. The anguish lessoned, and suddenly anything was possible. Surely the sky could fall if Annika could smile? "What makes you say that?" She asked as she continued her movements. The grin acted as a soothing balm on her aching heart. Annika might've been crazy to become so easily uplifted by an everyday facial expression, but crazy seemed like a much better term to be than slave. "Only a lunatic would approach me in my slumber." His eyes remained shut, and he didn't object to her petting, so Annika didn't stop. "Well... you wouldn't know if you were asleep?" "Mmm," the sound vibrated like a guttural hum, "I awoke the second you entered." "Did you?" Annika asked as she turned her head to study his face, but this time, his eyes were open, revealing those beautiful pits of colorless depths. --------------------------------------------------------------- (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT OF ALL KINDS *EMPHASIS ON THE ALL PART*) Highest Rank: 48 (thanks to you beautiful creatures)

★Featured in Official Paranormal and Supernatural | Ambassadors profile; Life after Death★ Blair Lightwood was a whimsical store owner, a store that was special to everyone in the entire town of Meadow-Mist Valley. This store held the secrets of ancient ancestors and many other historical antiques, but that wasn't the only thing hiding a secret. Our store owner is a witch. Blair always followed the customs of her traditions, but what happens when the ancestors find her soulmate, and not just any, her soulmate is the sexy billionaire, Maddox Steele. "She appeared calmly from the back door with her lips held in a satisfied smile that radiated with serenity, her shop isn't what calmed the people, it was her," Maddox thought to himself.

★BOOK #2 in the DARK SERIES★ (In the process of being edited) ★Featured in Official Newly Written Books profile; Werewolves of London | Werewolf★ "Flirting with me is only going to lead you to trouble," growled Isaiah. Ashley stopped him from leaving with her hip and arm. "I like getting in trouble with you," she grinned. "It's the most fun I've had in years." The Iron Alpha was what they called him, but this name wasn't given to this alpha because of his last name. Isaiah Iron became the alpha of the Iron Blood Pack after he annihilated his father's abusive rule. Freeing his brothers and himself, Isaiah promised to never be an alpha like his father. But what happens when an enemy shows up to ruin Isaiah's redemption. The last thing on his mind with an enemy that put a target on his back was finding his mate. A woman who smiled at him, like he wasn't a dangerous man and wolf. Ashley Hartling was a woman and wolf who loved nothing more than to drink a latte after shopping at fifth avenue in New York. She knew what she liked and what she hated. But when an alpha helped one night, she falls for his iron gaze and good looks. But under his hard exterior, she finds a kind heart that captures her attention.

★BOOK #1 in the DARK SERIES★ ★Featured in Official Paranormal and Supernatural | Ambassadors profile; Blood-Thirsty Beasts★ ★Featured in Official Wattpad General Fiction profile; Creatures of the Night | Paranormal★ "Make me yours," she whispered to him. A dark instinct thundered through Hunter and he claimed what was his from the beginning. The Centauri family has been a strong threshold for all werewolves to follow as an example. Their territory was the safest and largest; women could walk alone at night and kids could freely play without having to look over their shoulder. These five siblings stood united and that's because they always trusted each other, and more importantly, they loved each other... even more than their own father. However, behind that prestigious name hid many secrets and bloodshed. Hunter Centauri was a beta and a brother. That was all that was required from him, until his mate appeared in front of his eyes. Hunter didn't know that this is what he longed for years; a woman just for him to claim. He craved her beyond anything else and he would make her his. Hailey Swan moved to the Centauri pack a year ago. She loved her job at the institute for wolves and admired the Centauri family. A family is what she craved beyond anything else since she was left all alone from a young age. And then Hunter Centauri stole her breath away but was she ready to face the secrets that family held. [IN NEED OF EDITING- DO NOT POST COMMENTS TELLING ME MY MISTAKES. I ALREADY KNOW ABOUT THEM AND I WILL FIX THEM ON MY OWN TIME. READ THE BOOK. ENJOY IT AND IF NOT THEN YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT. THANK YOU]

★Featured in Official Wattpad Myths and Legends profile; The Olympians: Greek Mythology★ ★Featured in Official Wattpad Romance profile; New Adult Romance★ ★Featured in Official Wattpad StoriesUndiscovered profile; Garnet★ ★Featured in Official Wattpad Finding Love profile; Romance★ His hands settled at her waist, drew her in closer, fitting softness to strength. "I'll always protect you-" he rested his forehead leaning against hers. "No matter what comes our way." Persephone is the goddess of spring. Hades is the god of the dead; he's dark, mysterious and sinfully attractive. When Persephone is pursued by Hades she wants to stay in the comforts of her garden, but also deeply desires to explore the searing tension between them. Our beautiful maiden seems to be more interested in; where his heated touch will explore next, when his skillful mouth will sweep her off her feet, and when his wicked crimson gaze will make her fall in love with him.

Arabella Lane hasn't had the easiest life, living on the streets of London for most her life has left her scarred. Scarred but still standing. Phoenix Knight, Alpha of the Southern Pack; feared by all, loved by many. When Phoenix finds his soulmate he is determined not to let her go, he has waited for her his entire life and now that he has her he will not let her go. Enemies old and new will test their bond... When the past comes back to haunt them, will their future survive the threat? "Looks can be deceiving, even roses have thorns." [This is a stand alone novel; this is NOT a part of the Human Mate Series. This story has been marked Mature due to language, mentions of abuse, and suicide.] © 2017 xXBrokenRecordsXx All Rights Reserved.

"You're the only thing that I have ever truly loved," he states, leaning in closer. I try to scoot away, but he corners me on the bed, placing his body over mine. "Get off me!" I exclaim, angrily. "I'm not who you think I am. That can't be possible." His face comes closer to mine as he pins my wrists to the bed. "It is possible. I loved you for three, short, human years, and then you left me. Now that I have you back, though, I will never let that happen again." ***** Salem's earliest memories were of her parents preforming odd rituals. She never really understood anything they said in them, but she would always sit in the middle of the big, circled, star and giggle. At age 10, both of her parents died. She was thrown into foster care. Without them around to explain to her exactly what the rituals meant, Salem was never told that she was a sacrifice to a demon king in exchange for all the money they could ever ask for. On her 20th birthday, at the stroke of midnight, the demon king finally comes for her. She is completely unaware of the situation, and she begins to try her best at resisting his advances, but he is very possessive, very persuasive, and very determined to claim what is rightfully his.

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror