The Dunehei Chronicles | Book One: A Roseless Thorn
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The great forest of the Elves is decaying, monsters are appearing out of no where, war is on the horizon, power plays are in affect, and the Scales Of Justice are out of balance. In order to bring justice and balance back to the world, Myrra Iyrafiel, a diplomat turned spy, must infiltrate the neighboring human kingdom in order to figure out why a kingdom they have had no quarrels with, has suddenly turned on them.
During her mission, Myrra finds the injustice in the human kingdom to be appalling, and on top of that, she finds an anomaly in the most unlikely place. A Chimera boy, half human half beast, enslaved by the king to kill for the entertainment of nobility. It was not because he was a Chimera, nor because he was a slave, but because Myrra could not read his fate, could not tell in which direction this boy would push the scales, and because of that... He was a danger to the world.
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Wings of Shade and Shadow
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Broken Submission
"Sh..." he murmured, stroking her hair. She nuzzled her face into his hand, eyes closing in bliss from the simple contact. "You've been a very bad girl, haven't you?" She nodded immediately. His hands stilled, and her eyes popped open. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir," she whispered. A tear slid out of her eye. "Oh sweetheart." He moved forward, wrapping her in his arms. He dropped his face to the top of her head. "We're going to make this right-we're going to make it all better." (This is a bdsm story with real characters and a real plot. Feel free to squirm at hot and heavy scenes, but at its core, this is a story of redemption. Of real people coming together in love and community. *Warning* There are themes of abuse here as well as sexual situations. I will say that the main relationship is not abusive. This story does not glorify abusive relationships or sexualize them. The bdsm elements are entirely SSC (safe, sane, and consensual) RACK, PRICK, etc.)Concluída
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