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The Queen's Slave (Book 1)

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"So." She mused, sliding one black nail across her lip in a sensual caress as she stared at me with eyes the color of molten gold. "You are the one they call Huntress." 

Disregarding the pain in my side from the most recent beating, I straightened my shoulders and stood tall, my chin jutting out in defiance. "Yes." 

"Mm." Those intriguing eyes watched me from her languid position on the throne. "But, you are not just a huntress, are you?" 

I allowed the predatory instincts I usually worked so hard to keep hidden, to surface, feeling the burning of my eyes and shifting of bones under my skin. A slow grin slid across my face as my beast stared back at her through my human skin. 

The Queen didn't react to my sudden change of character, instead choosing to lean forward in interest. "How fascinating." 



•



Once, the world was ruled by humans and technology. They were governed by a president that made choices for all. Vampires, werewolves alike hid their existence from the humans for centuries, blending in as a whole. 

Now, they hid no more. 

States are now territories governed by kings and queens, humans are regarded and used for no more than their blood and body before they are discarded and forgotten. Werewolves and vampires were at war, and it was said that the wolves had all been but snuffed out, save for one. 


When Adira is captured while hunting outside her homeland, she is unexpectedly sold to the Queen in the North. 

Wolf blood is sacred, it is said to hold inexplainable powers, and as the only wolf-borne known to humans and vampires alike, Adira fears for her life. 

Thrown into a world governed by everything she's been trained to hate, Adira fights for her rightful place in the world, a seat at the Queen's side. 

But proving her worth won't be easy, the price for failure is her life.Todos los derechos reservados

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Book 3 (The Awakening Series) I live my life to the fullest. Killing every vampire who's unfortunate enough to cross my path, yup I kick ass. I'm such a badass. My people tend to say that I'm full of myself and big-headed. Bingo, they are correct. My gang doesn't seem to mind though and that's why they are my gang. I love those bitches! Fuck fake friends by the way. That's exactly why I was down with tagging along with the gang when we received word that my half-brother managed to escape the demons and wanted to team up with a pack of dogs to defeat North America Demon King. Besides the fact, that I had absolutely nothing else better to do but fuck with the demons, hunt them down, pull out their hearts, and set their remains on fire. I'm a hunter. The baddest huntress you will ever encounter. That's what I was created to do. Hunt. But then it all went sour. Unfortunately for me, fate decided to be a huge bitch and to once again turn me the hunter into the hunted. The bitch totally screwed me! I had it all control into that bitch came along. Yup, fate! She shoved a huge fuck you, up my sex! But it's okay, because she also screwed the demon who's hunting me. The Barbaric Vampire Kings is coming for me. Once again, he won't rest into I'm dead. Yeah, yeah! I heard it all before. The Barbaric fool just wants to silence me and honestly, I can't blame him. I would too if I was him to be quite frankly. He wants to stop me from telling the world that I'm his beloved. Yup, the Hunter hating Vampire has been matched with a Hunter, one of the last remanding hunters of the bloodline that he hates. Ha! Ha! Ha! See? Fate said fuck him too! How sick can fate be? Anywho, I'm ready for him. We are all ready for him and of course, my gang is down to ride. One fight we all fight that's our motto and if my lovely inamorato continues down this path. He will get what he wants. He will die. Trust me. I'm Beretta Banks, baby, and I will never go out without a big bang!

The God & The Shadow de gildedlakes

"Jealous?" "Why would I be?" "Because I know your fantasies." He argued. I leaned closer to him, smelling his overwhelming scent. "And I'm appalled at how they are just that. Fantasies." He smiled and leaned closer, piercing through my eyes with the blue of his. I wanted to grab the dagger beneath my pillow and kill him already. "Are you now?" He answered, coming dangerously close to me. He brought his hand up to lift my chin, our noses touching. Gods, help me. I want nothing to do with this man. I really don't. He hates me, and I hate him. Our banter is not just banter; there's always a sense of truth in between, and that's what makes it all the more addicting. - THE GOD is the master of death and darkness. Lore, previously known as Hades, rarely ever visited the mortal realm. As the gods get involved in a war against the rebellious uprising amongst the dark angels, he must work together with a group of immortals, a ruthless and serpentine assassin being one of them. THE SHADOW is a half-breed. Left destitute at seven and made a killer eleven years later, she leaves destruction and death wherever she walks the mortal realm. Forced into a team unit as punishment for her insolent behavior, she must work with the god she grew to admire and learned to hate. Alliances built on lies and hatred are inevitable to fall. Who will win in this game of the gods? (Modern Retelling of the story of Hades & Persephone)

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Geovanni Have you ever gotten that feeling that somebody was watching you? And that person who was watching you wasn't normal. I have felt that way all of my life; but then again I felt as if I went missing nobody would even notice or care I was gone. I am 23 and just graduated from college. I was there an extra year because I had to take care of my family. I had to transfer back into the city and pick up the extra work because my mom died, and my dad became addicted to anything that would numb his pain. My little sister and brother would be lost without me here. But now I could care less. A cold breeze blew through my window waking me up from my thoughts. I looked over in the corner and saw that nothing was there. It was odd because I felt like someone well more like something was there. It had to be my imagination getting the best of me. I laid back in my bed and closed my eyes. Then all of a sudden I got the feeling I wasn't alone. But the really strange thing is that even if there was someone in here with me I felt safe. Jordan. I watched her as she slept. In fact I have been watching her since she was born. I have waited half a century to find that one person. I think I have finally settled on her. She was my choice. I know. After being in as many relationships as I have you know things. I felt my fangs tingle. Her blood smelled so sweet. Her heartbeat was steady and strong. I took my tongue and ran it across my fang. The temptation to indulge in her red liquid was far too strong. I let out a low growl and jumped out her window. I was ready for a hunt. "Did you see her Jordan?" "Yes, and tomorrow night you will turn her," "Why do I have to turn her?" "Ezra, you know once you turn them, they hate you," "I didn't hate pops," "You wanted to join though," "True, but first see if she wants to be turn before you jump to conclusions," I nodded my head, before me and Ezra took off to find some fresh blood for the night.