Aris Scorch Trials Novels & Stories

The scorching apocalypse had arrived, and my best friend had been reborn. He told me that my girlfriend had cheated on me and that she had left me to die under the blazing sun. He returned to save me and gathered supplies with me. He was convinced I had no idea who the real traitor was. This time, I would make that deceitful pair pay for what they had done.

When I was trapped by large columns of fire alongside Reya, my firefighter husband appeared and chose to only rescue her. I got on my knees inside the sea of fire and begged him to save me, too. He jabbed a merciless kick at me. “You are evil through and through, Amaranth. Are you not going to give Reya a chance to live at least? I will never forgive you for starting this fire to kill her!” At this point, his forgiveness no longer mattered. After he rescued his former lover from the scene, I was burned to a crisp alongside the baby inside me.

After losing her brother, Amaris feels lost and alone. But she is far from alone, she just doesn't know it yet. Unaware until her 18th birthday that she's a shifter, and not just an ordinary wolf, but a rare white wolf. When she meets her mate, she fights her attraction, overwhelmed by all of the changes coming at her. With both suspicions and emotions strong, is she ready to become a part of a pack? Is she ready to learn about who she truly is and where she comes from?

I was unable to perceive the man before me. He was greater than expected, overshadowing me, every one of his muscles flexed and his jaws gripped, disdain and outrage all around his face. He resembled an incensed monster, his noses erupting and his eyes red. I was feeling pulled towards him, unknowingly my hands came to him and laid on his chest I could feel his body loosen up quickly under my touch, his breathing dialed back and his face mellowed. He resembled the sweet Karish I knew. "If it's not too much trouble, quiet down, "I said in a delicate voice. His eyes shot back to me and he folded his arms over my abdomen pulling me to him. I could feel him sniffing my hair then he established his head on the hoodlum of my neck. I lifted my arms and put them around his neck. We remained here briefly, embracing one another. It felt close, warm, safe, and agreeable like I was home like I was the place where I should be

The Ice King has a secret… Alexander Moreau, Paris’s most powerful architect, is sharp, demanding, and untouchable. But behind the cold exterior lies a forbidden desire for his assistant, Isabella Carter. Bella is witty, fearless, and unlike anyone Alex has ever met. As she navigates ambition, office politics, and a growing attraction she can’t ignore, Alex must decide: protect his empire, or risk everything for love. When walls of control meet sparks of passion, will the Ice King finally melt—or will their hearts stay frozen forever?

Blurb: In the shadows where silk sheets burn and whispered yeses become desperate screams, Velvet Inferno invites you into five scorching tales of raw, unfiltered lust. From a university co-ed claimed by two dominant athletes to a neglected wife riding her brother-in-law while her sister watches, these stories plunge deep into forbidden fantasies where rules are broken and bodies are worshipped. Warning: This collection is for mature audiences only (18+). Contains explicit sexual content, including threesomes, infidelity, doctor-patient power play, voyeurism, sex toy usage, and intense consensual encounters. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you blush easily or prefer your pleasure mild, step away now. The flames here leave nothing untouched.

Warning... or Invitation? That choice is yours. This isn’t a fairytale. This isn’t about sweet kisses beneath cherry blossoms or soft smiles under the stars. No. This is raw, This is reckless, This is “Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire” A collection of BL short stories carved from lust, laced with obsession, and kissed by chaos. Each chapter stands on its own, a world where strangers become addictions, roommates cross lines, enemies blur into lovers, and the line between want and need snaps without warning. These men don’t fall in love. They fall into temptation. They crash into each other like lightning against the sea, loud, unforgiving, and beautiful in their destruction. You’ll find no gentle romance here. Only the ache of fingertips brushing where they shouldn't, the weight of glances held too long, the gasp before the plunge. This is for the ones who know love isn’t always tender. That sometimes, the most unforgettable stories are the ones written in bruises and longing. This is for those who crave stories that leave a mark, who don’t flinch when desire gets messy, when hearts bleed a little before they beat as one. Not for the faint-hearted. Not for the clean-handed. This is for the bold, the brave, the ones who dare to touch the flame even if it burns. So turn the page. Step into the fire. But don’t say I didn’t warn you--- Because once the embers catch, they never go out.

I was born with a one-track mind—I take everything seriously and do exactly as I'm told. When my adoptive father cursed a rival company, calling them bloodsucking vampires, I immediately went out, bought ten pounds of garlic and a crucifix, and stormed into their CEO's office to perform an exorcism. When my adoptive mother said she was willing to sell a kidney for the sake of the company, I contacted an underground black-market clinic on the spot and asked when they could schedule her surgery. Over time, no one dared joke casually around me anymore. Everyone in the family chose their words with extreme care, terrified I might take them at face value. That is, until the day of the family reunion banquet—when the fake heiress, who refused to leave no matter what, showed up as well. She hooked her arm through my brother's and flashed me a provocative smile. "Arista, Benji dotes on me the most," she said sweetly. "He said if anyone dares to make me unhappy, he'll chop them into pieces and dump them in the river to feed the fish." The banquet hall erupted in laughter. I was the only one whose face went deathly pale. The next second, I kicked my brother, Benji Collins, straight onto the dining table. I grabbed the silver steak knife and pressed it against his throat. "Everyone, stay calm," I announced loudly. "I've already called the police! For publicly advocating premeditated murder, desecration of a corpse, and antisocial personality tendencies… The minimum sentence is the death penalty!"

In a world where humans and werewolves coexist under fragile peace, Violet Purple—a fierce, purple-haired girl from the slums—never wanted to be chosen. But when her sarcastic, defiant application to the elite Lunaris Academy somehow gets accepted, she’s thrust into a glittering cage of power, hierarchy, and danger. The Cardinal Alphas—four god-like werewolves with unimaginable powers—rule the academy. One chokes her in rage, another flirts with deadly charm, a third stares into her soul like he already owns it, and the fourth sparks something electric she can’t ignore. They’re obsessed. The school ranks her. The gossip feeds explode. Violet didn’t come to play their games or climb their Lunaboard. She came to survive. But as secrets unravel and her own hidden strength awakens, she realizes the real question isn’t whether she’ll break— It’s who she’ll burn on her way out.

When I was six, I spilled hot water, slipped, and burned my face. My face was ruined. My parents learned their lesson and never let my younger sister do housework. To everyone they met, they praised her beauty, her charm. They turned to me with nothing but disdain. When I was ten, I had a high fever. They didn't think much of it and let it drag on until my brain was damaged, leaving me slow and dull. They learned their lesson again. From then on, if my sister so much as coughed, they would rush her to the hospital in the dead of night, showering her with care. I was like a failed experiment. Every mistake they made with me, they corrected for her. I was ugly, silent, dim-witted, unwanted. She was beautiful, sweet-talking, clever, adored by all. When I was diagnosed with depression, I gathered what little courage I had and told them. Mom lashed out, called me sick in the head, and accused me of being petty. If I was so capable, she said, I might as well die. It wasn't until my sister pushed me off a high-rise that they found out, by sheer accident, that she wasn't their child at all. I was their one and only biological child.