Drops Of God Book

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There's an eighteen-year-old young man who was the only left descendant of an extinct clan long ago. Cautious, distanced, and not quick to trust, that's Makari 'Mak' Cohen. As the only one left in his clan, his life since his birth has been in danger because of the creatures he loathes the most; the creatures that caused the extinction of their clan- the werewolves. In his time, will the hatred remain in his heart or will he learn to open himself up and accept that not all werewolves are evil like Heroux Wolfert, the current Alpha of the Scarlet Moon Pack who unfortunately is also currently the smallest and weakest pack and looking for a solution to rebuild his Pack? When the two strangers meet, will they find the answer to their questions in each other? Will Makari find with Heroux the "safe" place he has been looking for for a long time or will he also suffer the same fate as his clan at the very hands of Heroux who is looking for strength and power? In the light of the blue moon began, in the light of the blue moon will end. Let the magic of the moon prevail. Moon Drip.

Kael was a god once. Loved. Worshipped. Feared. But when he fell for a mortal girl, the heavens stripped him of his divinity and cursed him to roam the earth as the first werewolf—a beast feared by all. Worse, she wasn’t spared. Eira, his love, was bound to an endless cycle of reincarnation, each life erased of him. And in every lifetime, Kael finds her, only to lose her again. Now, centuries later, Eira is reborn as Lila in a modern world where packs rule the shadows and Kael reigns as an untouchable king. Drawn to him despite the danger, Lila begins to uncover pieces of a life she doesn’t remember and a love she can’t explain. But the gods are watching, and they will not allow Kael to defy them again. The heavens demand Kael let her go to break the curse. They promise him redemption, but Kael knows better. He has endured centuries of their cruelty, and this time, he will not bow. If they want her, they will pay in blood. Even if it costs him everything.

On Mount Olympus, one law is ironclad: a god must never fall in love with a mortal. But Aresios, the God of War and heir to the King of the Gods, bound his very soul to mine. For me, he endured ninety-nine bolts of divine lightning and knelt before the Olympian altar for three days and three nights. Ichor soaked his armor, yet he smiled and kissed my lips. "Elara, don't be afraid. I want only you." The gods finally relented, on one condition: he had to leave behind a pure-blooded divine heir. After that, the words I heard most from Aresios were, "Just wait a little longer." The first time, it was to wait while he bedded another goddess. He and Cassia, the Goddess of Fate, lay together for thirty nights, until his golden ichor quickened in her womb. The second time, he told me to wait. Their first child was a girl, unable to inherit his divine mantle. The gods demanded a son. So he lay with Cassia for another ninety-nine nights, until she once again conceived a divine child. Just when I thought the ordeal was over, their newborn daughter was struck by Hydra's venom. The entire divine realm was convinced I had done it. As I was thrown into a cold bronze cage by the river Cocytus, Aresios stood outside the door, his eyes crimson. "You know what Hydra's venom does to an infant god. Why would you harm our daughter?" That one word. Our daughter. I was too numb to feel the pain. When the bronze cage door opened again, I unclenched my blood-drenched fists. This time, I would not wait.

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Wet Intentions is a collection of scorching short stories that drag you into the pulse of raw, aching lust. It starts with charged glances and feather-light touches that set skin on fire, then explodes into hungry mouths, roaming hands, and clothes torn away in seconds. Expect slow, teasing licks that turn into desperate tongues fucking deep, followed by thick, veined cocks sliding inch by slick inch into tight, dripping heat. Hips slam together with wet, filthy sounds—breasts heaving, backs arching, nails carving red lines while every thrust drives harder, deeper. Clits pulse under circling fingers as pounding builds to that shattering peak. Now dive in… and cum deep inside with me.