Wizard

Leyanne Cruden is a very old yet powerful witch in present day who is dissatisfied with the world as we know it. An immortal who stopped ageing in her late twenties. She has lived through so much and lost so many that it has jaded her personality and she no longer knows if she is good or bad. A vision leads her on a purpose to find an awakening hunter who threatens the existence of all supernatural beings. Like her he's young, immortal and everything that can destroy her. His creation was purely for the purpose of wiping the earth free of supernaturals. To prevent this tragedy she must assemble a coven of mixed creatures and figure out how to avert the destruction of magic before it's too late. They do say that sometimes the one thing which is the worst for you is the one thing you want the most - Dante Torres, a hunter with the ability to end her life. She will need to let people in if she has a hope of succeeding, as even a witch as powerful as her can not do it alone. With a collection of supernatural characters, love and heartbreak.

What will happen if you have a mate who has the blood of your mortal enemy? Ullric is the strongest killing weapon after he lost his pack because of a witch. His hatred of witches was undeniable. But after he met his mate, Ullric was forced to accept the fact that his destined partner had the blood of a witch. Born from a marriage between an Alpha and a witch, Lulla lives as an ordinary human who has no ties to the werewolf life. The girl always believed that she would forever live as an ordinary person until an Alpha claimed that Lulla was the mate he had been waiting for. With their different backgrounds, can the two of them unite as a mate? Then, what would happen if the witch who destroyed Ullric's pack interfered in their love affair?

All it took for him to have her in palm was a marriage proposal threateningly done by him. In order for her to keep the secret she had been keeping from her adoptive parents, Enchantia didn't hesitate to give herself to the man who made her heart skip and sent shivers down her spine. So what if he was dangerous? Enchantia believed that between the two of them, she was more dangerous than him but for the sake of her beloved ones, she wouldn't mind attaching herself to this devil. What could she fear when she can be herself around him?

Bastard son of Oskar Ungart, Ulfgar grew up an outcast amongst a brotherly society. Never fitting in with his half-brothers, the legitimate children of the Ungart clan, he spent many days by himself. Un-sculpted by his culture he was left to his own interests. This in return pushed him farther away from his father and his clan. Ulfgar Ungart chose to pursue wizardry and necromancy in his hate filled lust for power and revenge. scorned for his chosen path his father ridiculed and banished him from his home lands. With his pride in tatters and his mothers death spurring him on his way he left to his uncles. It was there he heard of Witch Mountain and the hermit who dwelled in the forest. Ulfgar knew this was his chance to grab ahold of his dreams and finally become the wizard he knew he was.

How would you feel if one day you find out that the faith of the whole world rests on your shoulder? Do you think you are up for the task? Lorraine and her friend discover that the mayor of their town is involved in an underground blood business. They become fugitives and must run for their lives. Soon, Lorraine finds out a shocking secret about herself, her family, and her destiny. After the discovery, she must do whatever it takes to fulfil her destiny and end the vampire race. This is the story of adventure.

My body sinks, water rushing through my nose and mouth like icy needles. I keep my eyes open, praying for a miracle. And then—he appears. A glowing form slicing through the water like lightning. His ginger hair floats around him, a halo of fire in the depths, dancing like the sea itself. He looks like an angel. My angel. My beautiful, guardian angel. --- Nineteen-year-old Marinette Karnowsky knows life as a bed of thorns and broken glass. Abandoned, abused, and barely surviving college on her own, she’s grown used to pain. But everything changes the day her long-lost stepsister returns—sweeping Marinette away to a strange, stunning house in a town that doesn’t exist on any map. A town where the supernatural breathes beneath every shadow. There, Marinette uncovers truths she never imagined. Her beloved sister is not entirely human—and the town, not entirely safe. As she tries to make sense of it all, Marinette meets her sister’s best friend: a golden-haired boy with a blazing smile and fire in his soul. The deeper she falls, the harder it becomes to ignore the pull between them—even if it risks everything, especially her sister’s heart. But their connection runs deeper than attraction. There’s a secret buried in the halls of her new college, one that ties Marinette, her sister, and her mysterious fire-haired prince in ways none of them fully understand. And as that secret begins to surface, so does a destiny Marinette never asked for… and may not survive.

His expression darkened when his eyes fell to her lips. ”What are you doing to me?”“What do you mean?” She whispered, her eyes trained on his firm lips. She willed him to kiss her. Willed him so much that if she’d had her powers, he would already be kissing her that very moment.Just when she thought he was going to close the remaining distance between them and kiss her, he shoved her away so hard, she stumbled for a bit before righting herself. "Get dressed."------When Bran comes back from war only to find out that his parents have been killed and his sister, captured by a powerful sorceress, he captures her, bringing her back to his castle and locks her up, torturing her. But as time passes, the seductive sorceress refuses to break and Bran begins to realise that his feelings for her aren't as malicious as they used to be. With every heated look that passes between them, every stolen kiss and every accidental touch, Bran's resolve begins to crumble. When he captured the sorceress, the plan was to torture her until she gave him his sister's location, but now...now, Bran isn't so sure what the plan is anymore.They are supposed to be enemies. She is his captive, and he is her captor. They shouldn't want each other.But they do--with a passion that burns hotter than their hatred for each other.

In a world where magic is an abomination and those who practice it are been hunted down and killed, the most powerful sorcerers came together to find a way to preserve their race, and came up with the idea of creating ruthless beasts driven by blood rage and taste for blood called rapax just to protect themselves. And thus the first lycan was created

Selyna: I was adopted, raised by humans but strange things happened after I turned 13. It turns out that I am a witch and my best friend, Ashe is a werewolf. When we move for college everything changes. I meet my coven, start having strange dreams and meet him. He is the surly but undeniably hot future Alpha of the Moonlight Dance pack. We would never work, but how long can I deny this attraction? Damian: I was born Beta but after the Alpha disappeared my father took over. His relentless search for the missing Alpha family often driving me to fits of anger. I have been chasing dead ends for him for over a decade. My father thinks that I was born to lead and that I must have a powerful mate since he believes the true Alpha heir is alive. I don't think I have a mate and just hope for my father's sanity that he is right about the Alpha heir. I have had little more than a passing interest in any female before she came into my life. The little witch moved here for college and she is smokin' hot. I need to forget about her, but how can I when she is all that I can think about?

Two decades earlier, the realms of the Four Courts waged war against the covens of witches. Neither side would yield, though both were bleeding themselves dry in a war that spanned five brutal years. The Courts relied on their noble bloodlines, the witches on their wild and ancient spells. Each skirmish ended in ash, with neither enemy capable of breaking the other. Then a sorcerer from the Courts revealed a weapon: an octagonal crystal forged from eight different stones, each carved from the essence of a court. On the battlefield, before witches or nobles could comprehend what was happening, the crystal ignited. A blinding eruption of light burst forth, eight rays fusing into one unbearable brilliance. It was not merely sight that was torn away in that flash — but power, essence, and soul. Both Courts and witches alike fell, drained of the magic that had defined them. When the light faded, the battlefield lay silent under a sky of glittering dust. The enchantments were gone. The witches’ spellcraft, the courts’ line-born sorcery — extinguished forever. Neither side had won. Both had lost. And magic never returned.