Bathory Blood On Ice Novels & Stories

She was sold to settle a debt she never owed. Sable Ardenne has spent six years on her knees, branded Disgraced, invisible in her own family’s house. When the most feared Alpha in three territories arrives to collect what he is owed, she expects nothing. She gets something worse. She gets his attention. Riven Calloway does not do things without reason. He does not look at broken girls and see something worth protecting. He does not stand outside closed doors at midnight, listening to a woman breathe. He tells himself she is a political asset. A variable. Nothing more. He is wrong. Because Sable is not what anyone made her. Beneath the brand on her wrist, beneath six years of silence and survival, something ancient is waking up. Something every major power in the supernatural world spent two centuries trying to destroy. They thought they killed the last one. They were wrong about that too.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Born to serve. Destined to rule. Elara Callum was just another nameless human in a world where humans are nothing more than property. When she’s given to the feared Alpha King Kaelen as payment for a treaty, her quiet life of obedience becomes a deadly game of survival. But Kaelen, the brutal werewolf king, senses something strange about her. Something forbidden. Something... fated. When Elara is kidnapped by vampires and taken to their cold kingdom, secrets unravel. Not only is she the key to a prophecy that could shift the balance of power between races she’s also the last living Fae. Now two kings want her. A rebellion wants to use her. And her own body is becoming something not quite human. In a world where monsters rule and fate binds, can a servant girl become a queen… or will she be the spark that ends them all?

After my parents were killed in a territory war, I was taken in by Don Moretti, head of New York's most powerful crime family. I was the only civilian in a world of made men. For twenty years, I was raised alongside his twin heirs, Marco and Santino. Their protection and favor made me the envy of every aspiring mob wife in the city. But when I was finally ready to become a real part of the family, they both turned me down. Marco said, "I need to focus on expanding our territory first. I'm not ready for this kind of commitment." Santino said, "An outsider can't be trusted with family secrets." The next night, at my birthday celebration, they both proposed to the daughter of a low-level enforcer. To prove their loyalty to her, they let her force me to drink "The Don's Fire"—a 150-proof grappa laced with ghost peppers that would hospitalize anyone who wasn't raised on it since childhood. Broken in body and spirit, I made a call from my hospital bed. "I accept the proposal from the Luciano Syndicate."

On Christmas Eve, my uncle, Garrett Wayne, takes a sip from the fancy whiskey I bought. Then, he points at me while grinning. "Well well well… I've been watching you since you were a kid, Flint. You were a bed-wetter when you were a little boy, and now that you're all grown up, you stay cooped in your parents' shop while running that social media account of yours. You don't have any skills at all. "My Ronnie, on the other hand, has an amazing job that will continue paying him and keeping him around no matter how hard times get. Small businesses like your family's will definitely crumble as soon as the tiniest change happens in the global economy!" All of my relatives roar in laughter at Garrett's quip. My cousin, Ronnie Wayne, pretends to be playing on his phone, though his grin has already become ear-splitting. Mom and Dad can only laugh along as well even though deep down they are very uneasy and anxious. I just gaze at Garrett coldly. In six hours, the blizzard apocalypse will descend onto this world. At the same time, a zombie outbreak will occur across the globe. In my previous life, Garrett, who had looked down on my family and me, didn't hesitate to push us into the upcoming zombie horde just to take over my parents' grocery store. In this lifetime, I swear that I will never let him off the hook! I'm about to pick up a plate of food and smash it onto Garrett's head when I hear a mechanical voice chiming in my head. "Ding! You have been bound with the Rage System! You may talk back and retort to others to your liking in exchange for supplies. The more arrogant you sound, the better supplies you'll receive!" As I look at Garrett's insufferable face, I let out a chuckle. "Oh yeah, I'm not skilled at all. But I suddenly remember this funny little thing. Uncle Garrett, you claimed that you had gone on a business trip to Brimstone eight years ago. But the truth is, you got arrested by the vice squad, right? "Does Aunt Cassia know about this?"

When I was seven years old, my younger brother went into anaphylactic shock after sneaking a handful of peanuts. Outside the emergency room, my mother slammed my head against the wall over and over, her face twisted with rage. "If you had been watching him like you were supposed to be, this never would have happened! You should be the one with a ruptured stomach, not him!" After that, whenever my brother so much as caught a cold, my mother forced me to eat spoiled leftovers as punishment. I once prepared an elaborate feast. She flipped the entire table and made me crawl on the floor to lick it clean. When I said I wanted to study culinary arts, she poured hot oil over my hands. My father wanted to send me to vocational school to learn a trade, but my mother clutched my brother to her chest and wailed. "She destroyed her brother's health! She owes him a lifetime of service!" When I was fifteen, my brother's gluttony cost my father an important business deal. I took the blame without even being asked, and the furious client forced me to drink more than half a gallon of hard liquor. By the time I was sent home with a bleeding stomach, my father had already scolded my brother. My mother took out her anger on me instead, slapping me so hard my ears rang and my vision went dark at the edges. "You useless thing! You should’ve choked to death at that table! I get sick just looking at you!" I coughed up black blood. From my pocket, I pulled out a piece of sour candy that had gone soft and sticky. It was the only treat my mother had ever given me with a smile, back before my brother's allergic reaction. I put the candy in my mouth and swallowed it down with the taste of stomach acid. The candy was so sour it made my throat burn. Whatever came next, I just hoped I would not have to be my family’s garbage disposal again.

Selena's wedding day wasn't a fairytale—it was a nightmare. A single gunshot ended her life, but it couldn't erase her story. Her path to that moment began three years earlier when she was a quiet, unnoticed intern. A chance encounter with the enigmatic billionaire Damien Roth, everything changed. He saw something in her no one else did, and his attention ignited a fragile hope for a life she'd only dreamed of. But when Selena stepped into the light, she felt a cold shadow of her sister, Cassandra, a rival who wanted everything she had.

Christa Tylor thought she had lived a happy life by being born into a wealthy family, had a golden childhood, and was happily married to her childhood sweetheart. Until she was 24 years old, killed by her beloved husband on their wedding anniversary. As she wakes up at her wedding a year ago, Christa is reborn after her wolf blood awakening, as if in answer to her prayer. It will bring her an opportunity for a slower and more measured approach to seize a second chance for a do-over. There are few things quite as sweet as revenge, even if she needs to face anguish and fear more terrible than death. Only she has to hide her true identity from humans; therefore, she is a werewolf who seeks revenge and resists her bloodthirsty beast of hers.

After five years trapped in a loveless marriage arranged to replace her “dead” sister, Layla Kruger’s world shatters when Daisy reappears… alive, smiling, and wed to Layla’s cold husband, Alpha Daven. Cast out on their anniversary with only divorce papers and a vengeance-tainted heart, Layla stumbles into the power of Prince Derek Bloodwood and binds herself by blood oath to learn revenge.

Aurelia had always hated the Thorne twins, and it was no secret. She hated the way they looked like she mattered only to pull the step siblings card… she hated the way they always had their stupid signature smirk on their faces whenever they pulled her leg… hated the way they knew how to pull the right strings to get her and most importantly hated the way, they acted like they weren’t watching that day, watching her as she climaxed alongside them. So no, she definitely didn’t watch them when they weren't looking and absolutely didn’t care who they were smiling at when it wasn’t her. Their friendly step- siblings rivalry had ended on her send off party and 20 year old birthday when she had confronted them and ended up in their bed… only to wake up to their leaked tape. They however did nothing but watch as her dignity was rubbed all over the ground. Five years later, she had moved on and built a perfect life with her 4 year old baby girl and her best friend from back home. Life was perfect until his proposal was interrupted by the Thorne brothers while she was on their cruise ship sailing to the city of her dreams to her dream vacation. It all happened in the blink of an eye and she had woken up to see that their ship was floating in the horizon, leaving them on an abandoned island with nothing but their clothes. Old hatreds ignite. Old secrets surface. And this time the twins aren’t just watching in secret like they had all these years. They’re here to finish what they started… this time they have no plan to let her GO…

When she dies mysteriously, Isla is given a choice by a demon– Either let her soul vanish with the wind with no resting place at the moon goddess' bosom or be reborn to exert her revenge. She agrees to the latter but there is a condition– She has to kill three Alphas. She agrees to the contract but she later finds out the man she loves is amongst her hit list. Will she choose love or revenge?