Why Do Characters Call Claire Outlander Sassenach?

Charlie Tudor is the natural born daughter of the Alpha of the Celtic Crescent Moon Pack. A pack that has been in hiding due to its highly prized blood line. she is completely unaware of any world where werewolves, witches, vampires or any supernatural beings exist. To keep it this way a spell was placed on her as there is suspicion she is more powerful then anyone guessed. One day she mets a guy in a bar and falls for him, he happens to be the Son of one of the most powerful packs in the country. Charlie then begins to learn her true identity and that there is someone who wants her dead. Carmen is a legendary Irish witch who wants to allow the demons walk the earth and rule over them all for this she needs to stop the legendary wolf fore told to take her down. Charlie and her friends need to work together to create a bond, heal the past and stop Carmen. (The Royal Green Wolves series) Book 1 Book 2 The Princess and the Bear.

Princess Claire is the most beautiful, elegant and respected princess among all the seven princesses of Aither kingdom being the king's favourite earn her a lot of hatred but she couldn't care less as she dominate the palace. Falling into a trap one night she suddenly became fiancé to Prince Michael her 'Hansome Savior' but having to move to another Kingdom where she's the last and powerless among the other princesses, Princess Claire fought her way to the top trampling on her opponents and dominating her husband Kingdom. Prince Michael is the last prince of his kingdom with no interest in the throne unlike his three brothers he chose the business world but after an incident he became engaged to Princess Claire, they both have lot of misunderstanding especially about prince Michael first love who he can't seems to get over. He tried to change his fiancee thought about things and ended falling in love with her.

Finlay MacLeod, the leader of Clan MacLeod, is bound by duty to marry Ailsa MacDonnell, a woman from a rival clan, to secure peace in the Highlands. But each night, he is drawn into the arms of Moira MacEacharn, a mysterious and seductive dark priestess who has haunted him since childhood. Fin believes he is in love, unaware that Moira’s power over him is anything but natural. As Fin’s devotion to Moira threatens the fragile truce between the clans, Ailsa—a healer and practitioner of white magic—begins to suspect that he is under a powerful enchantment. Determined to save him and prevent war, she unearths the truth of an ancient curse binding Fin to the priestess. But breaking the curse proves impossible, as magic demands payment, and Moira refuses to relinquish her claim. Caught between two women and two destinies, Fin must decide whether to fight for his freedom or surrender to the dark pull of the priestess, even as his choices risk the lives of everyone he holds dear.

Three days ago, my vampire fiancé, Clan Lord Raven Ashford, took his aide Vera on a private overnight trip to the southern border and gave her the seat reserved for his betrothed. He expected me to make a scene. I didn’t. I had stopped fighting a month ago. A year's worth of small surrenders had finally added up to something I could no longer ignore. He handed the border treaty I had negotiated myself to Vera, thinking I would appeal to the elders. Instead, I organized the handover documents and sent them over. He dismantled the territorial affairs I had managed for years, piece by piece, to pave Vera's way forward. I said nothing. I took the blame that was mine, accepted the cold looks, and let it all pass. At the banquet, he seated Vera beside him. He nodded more at her words than at mine. He thought I had finally accepted it, thought I was afraid to lose him. Then he came to me with offers. A manor in the south. Hunting grounds in the west. The family ring that should finally go on my finger. For the first time, he initiated these things himself, speaking as though granting me rewards. I asked for nothing. The dissolution papers he had already signed were buried among the documents he approved without reading. Those papers contained two declarations: the end of our betrothal and my departure from the clan. He never noticed. He still believed I was his betrothed, still waiting. I wasn't.

500 years ago, mortals were both friends and foes to the Mythics. The Magic Users; Wizards, Fairies, Nymphs, Elves, and Pixies... But there was a line of good and evil drawn within the Mythics, thus, there were the 'Dark Mythics'. Scarlett, an ordinary girl, moves to the remote, lake-embedded town of Pastonville, to live with her uncle. But when she goes to school the next day, Scarlett discovers that there was more to the town than meets the eye. Her classmates...are Vampires. The school principal...is a powerful Wizard. And her closest friends...are 'Half-lings'. Soon, Scarlett acquires changes of her own. This is a story; IN WHICH Scarlett and her friends face Alpha Vampires and leap through a time paradox while saving Scarlett as she discovers that she is the rarest Vampire Half-ling to be born after over half a millennia. Legend says that she holds sacred blood that only the Vampire King can have. And he will stop at nothing to capture her. Scarlett was...The Crimson Bride.

My breathing was still uneven when Robert’s phone lit up on the nightstand. One new message. "Robert, there’s thunder. I’m scared." —Sarah. The words cut through me like ice water. Robert. My mate. The Alpha of the Ashborn Pack. The man everyone praises as the perfect future king. And me? I’m his Luna. Supposedly the rightful queen at his side. But no matter the circumstance, no matter the weight of his responsibilities, the first person he thinks of is never me. It’s always her. At the banquet, when the elders forced him to make a choice—me, his Luna, or her—the room fell into a suffocating silence. I still remember the way my heart begged him to look at me, just once, just long enough to see what he was about to destroy. But his answer came sharp, quick, without hesitation. "Sarah." One word. One name. And with it, he tore my entire world apart. That was the moment I understood: not every betrayal needs to be shouted or confessed. Sometimes, it’s as simple as the name a man chooses to speak. I loved him. I bled for him. But love means nothing if I’m nothing to him. So if destiny has already been written against me… then I’ll be the one to set it on fire.