His to Serve

His to Serve

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Book One of a three part series 18+ will contain mature content TW - mentions of rape, gore, abuse, sex, death "Watch your tone Lillian or you will regret it" he said staring at me a deadly gaze in his eyes that made me shiver, "I'm not going to fucking watch nothing. You cannot do this to me, let me go now, I refuse to be your property, I will never be your mate. Never." I spat as he clenched onto the door frame, it cracking under his grasp... Lillian Silverback, the best assassin Ezerene has ever seen has escaped capture her whole life. But what happens when she messes up and lands in the Original Vampire Brand Vorigan's court, countless vampires all thirst for her blood, revenge for the lives she has taken. Will she suffer at their hands, or has fate decided another path for her and will her dark past ruin her future... who can she trust and who will she become? Perhaps not every is as it seems and peoples history has a funny way of coming to light when you least expect it..... ALL CHARACTERS AND PLACES MENTIONED ARE MY OWN!!!!!! Highest rankings #1 Magic #8 Vampire #2 Paranormal #24 Prophecy #30 Sisters #8 ongoing #81 fiction #11 reading #2 witch
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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