Previously known as "Too Much Sass for the Alpha" **cussing** Jasper is the top spy and assassin of the supernatural council and she is a independent gear head. She has seen countless others try to resist the mate bond. She is determined to resist and stay that badass, tattooed gear head she has been all of her life. Being a werewolf means you have a mate someone your destined to be with and she hates it. When spying on a pack and searching for rogues and possible breaks in the supernatural law she gets discovers a male more importantly the alpha of alphas and the leader of the strongest pack of the whole entire world also he happens to be her mate. Roman is the most posesive alpha he is 23 and hasn't found his mate yet and is slowly descending into insanity he has broken multiple of supernatural worlds laws to find his mate. He has visited all of the packs in the world and has yet to find his mate. When she is taken will she give in..... Fat chance.... It sucks I know the book is better....... At least I hope it is

Lynx. That's my name. Lynx. Assassin of the Black Talon pack. That's what they use me as. An assassin. Why? Because I don't feel regret. I don't feel fear. I don't feel, well, anything. The cursed side effect of silver poisoning known as lost emotions is what made me like this. The side effect has made me a cold killer who feels no remorse. This is all I've ever known. Killing. I never thought about my future. And I didn't think about meeting my mate. *story is completed* TW: this story contains violence, self-harm, and references to suicide (I wrote this story when I was in middle school several years ago, I'm aware it's bad k thanks)

Trackers. With their duel colored eyes, that tattoo on their faces, and their unusual gifts, its not a surprise why normal people are scared of them. Lady Scarlett, or better known as Dark Tracker Scarlett, is all too familiar with others being afraid of her. Her freedom was taken from her because of her special powers that came on that horrible night. However, her fate of forever being feared and caged changes as Death comes and gives her a kiss, sending her to Death's Academy. She didn't die, she was just recruited into the all male school to train with the most deadliest of trackers. Trackers that are to work for the hidden Prince of Death himself; if they can make it. As soon as Scarlett steps into the academy, trouble is already stirring. From the group of boys that she meets as soon as she opens her eyes to the mysterious Tracker Isaac, her fate is just starting to be spun. New and old Kingdoms are going to war, taking more and more trackers to destroy each other. Death is ready for this war. However, something unknown is stopping him. He continues to stay hidden from the world, nobody knowing his face; yet toying with everyone all the same. Follow Scarlett as she journeys through the twisted game called fate: meeting friends, foes, and old enemies that all want one thing... Death's little assassin; then Death's ending itself.

When Vincent Tucat learns he's to be robbed, he turns the tables on the thief to enhance his own reputation. However, in city ruled by thieves, burglary and politics often go hand in hand, and things are rarely as straightforward as they appear.

Gwenwyn is the most miserable princess ever, and for good reason. Merely brushing up against her or touching her exposed skin is enough to cause painful burns, or worse. And if that wasn't enough, she's just discovered the singular reason for her existence - to act as the king's secret assassin, murdering neighbouring princes with nothing more than a simple kiss.

Book 3 - It's been one full year since Prince Tenarreau struck a bargain with Vincent - his cooperation with the prince's plans in exchange for information regarding the circumstances concerning his family's murder. Vince has done everything Prince Tenarreau has asked for and more, but intrigue and betrayal are a fundamental part of Haraelian politics, and promises are only worth the integrity of the person making them in the first place. But Vincent has made a promise . . . one he fully intends to keep.

Book 2 - Vincent Tucat is the most talked-about Lord in Harael, and that's not exactly a good thing. Dozens of Lords have been robbed from, and they all suspect he's the one behind it. To keep things from getting worse, he must track down an elusive thief who disguises himself as a wraith. At least, Vincent hopes it's a disguise . . .

Sam is the most promising swordsman among this year’s crop of Paladin trainees...and knows it. Brash, cocky, and unbeatable with a sword (well, almost), Sam is the kingdom of Thule’s best hope against the violence wrought by demons. The only problem is that Sam is really Lady Samantha, daughter of the seventeenth Duke of Haywood, and if her father has his way, she’ll be marrying a Paladin, not becoming one. But Sam has never held much interest in playing damsel-in-distress, and so she rescues herself from a lifetime of boredom and matrimonial drudgery. Pity that Tristan Lyons, the Paladin assigned to train her, is none other than the hero of her childhood. He hasn’t recognized her as Lady Samantha--yet-- but if he does, he’ll take away her sword and send her packing. Sam is not the only trainee hiding secrets: Braeden is a half-demon with a dark past that might be unforgivable. Sam, Braeden and Tristan set out for the western coast, charged with rooting out an infestation of demons that has made the West unlivable. As they travel, they uncover a deep-seated corruption of power that threatens to derail everything they stand for. Rebellion stirs, led by a rival faction of warriors who tempt Sam to join them with an irresistible offer. A war between men is coming, and Sam must pick a side. Will saving the kingdom cost her life -- or just her heart? Reminiscent of Mulan, but with a medieval fantasy twist, Paladin is a tale of adventure, action, and romance.

"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.