Blade Of Oppressed Souls

Marked by Fate Fate binds them. War breaks them. Love might just destroy them. Baylee is different—haunted by a scream that can shatter souls, burdened by powers she never asked for, and tethered to a destiny that never felt like her own. She’s raised in love, protected by a family who would die for her. But the shadows of a brutal past cling to them all. And the future? It’s darker. Crueler. Waiting to strike. Fate never forgets what it marks. She and Caden are forged in blood and fire—child soldiers trapped in a war that steals their innocence and chains their souls together. In the wreckage, they cling to each other—bruised, broken, but still breathing. Love blooms not in safety, but in survival. A bond born in blood, long before fate made it law. They’ve survived everything. Grown stronger. Deadlier. But as their bond flickers to life, it doesn’t soothe. It burns. It confuses. It hurts. And neither of them is ready for what it awakens. Marked by Fate is Book 3 of 5 in The Blood Moon Saga.

the talks of war, secrets to unravel, retribution awaiting in the corner, and a curse to break. Will the resolve of the mated soul prevail? or will the horror of the past once haunt the harmony again? Nevertheless, Wajan has only one answer. Her dagger, and her sharp fangs. Yet, she must be wise as to where she points the end of her blade, or else it might cost her the heart of the Lakanni Rajanuk, the mighty Alpha chieftain of the Tagar tribe. The Moon sees everything. Will they be strong enough to endure the trials and save themselves from the curse of the Moon and unite the tribes again to their former glory? or will they repeat the forsaken history that will unleash chaos into the scared land? "It rests upon you, child."

[WARNING: HEAVY MATURE CONTENT] Emmeline never expected her messy marriage to lead to an explosive affair with the most powerful and feared judge. But he isn't just any judge… he's something far more dangerous hiding in plain sight, and their connection defies every law he's sworn to uphold. However, fate doesn't care about rules nor play fair games. Emmeline knows there's more to him, and WHAT he is remains a mystery that unfolds with each supernatural revelation. From grief-fueled passion to life of a hidden world, their love story unfolds across realities she's only beginning to understand. However, just when life seemed blissful and they were finally ready to get their happy ending, tragedy struck and two souls were forced apart, throwing one into centuries of despair and the other into a blissful and ignorant nun who's forgotten everything about her previous life. Fate is a bitter bitch but can she keep these two souls apart forever?

Obsessed with destiny. Tainted with blood Giovanni Moretti believes he was chosen to ascend this realm and be more. Guided by a priestess who speaks the names of the damned, he’s sacrificed and marked souls in the name of a forgotten god–The Ascendant. Now, only one remains. His daughter is the final key. The last sacrifice. And when blood runs in the pattern, divinity answers.

While my sister was protecting me from the vampires hunting us, a blade coated with poison slit her throat. I hid in the bushes and watched the whole thing in silence. I even took the antidote from Sophia. Because of that, the poison had spread through her entire body. With her self-healing ability suppressed, she was going to die in agony. My parents found me and begged me, disregarding their dignity as leaders of the pack. "Anna! Please! Give the antidote back to Sophia!" "She needs the antidote to flush out the poison and live!" Even with my parents begging and swallowing their pride, I just held onto the antidote in my pocket tighter. "I didn't see any antidote."

When I had only three months left to live after taking the cursed blade meant for my husband Lucian, his first love Lily returned. When I endured the pain and prepared a dinner to commemorate our anniversary, he did not come back, he was having a steamy car session with Lily. When I went to the hospital alone to buy medicine, he was accompanying Lili for her pregnancy check-up. I pretended not to have noticed, I just silently played the role of a perfect wife, and wrote him four letters as a gift for our anniversary. After I die, he saw the gifts I left behind and went completely insane.

“Get away from me,” I hissed, gripping the knife tighter. His gaze flicked down to the blade, then back to me, a slow, amused smile curving his lips. “A knife?” he said softly, tilting his head. “Are you perhaps flirting with me?” I gritted my teeth. The asshole was enjoying this — every fucking second of it. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ When Leah got home early from work, she was hoping for one thing — to fix what was left of her relationship with Daniel. Instead, she walked in on him in the arms of another woman. Heartbroken and humiliated, she stormed out, blind with tears… and straight into the path of an oncoming car. But death wasn’t the end for Leah. No! Death was actually the beginning.

Sometimes, you can have the right love at the wrong time. For Dash, love can wait but for Cassy it should be something that they should be fighting for. Two young souls crossed path but fated played at them. What could happen to their shattered hearts? Would they still believe in love when it gone all wrong?

Until her ninth birthday, Iris lived a charmed life—until the Tyrant Zavan shattered it. She watched in horror as his Lycan forces slaughtered her entire pack. To her worst terror, the brutal Lycan King recognized her as his fated mate. Years later, hatred still burns in Iris’s heart. A failed escape throws her back into Zavan’s path—and gives her a chance at revenge. She drives a blade into his chest… only to scream as the same pain tears through her own body. Bound by a mate bond that links their lives and their pain, Iris now faces an agonizing truth: to hurt him is to destroy herself.

If you are going to be BAD, then you have to do it the BAD way... It's pretty simple: 1) Don't get caught 2) Always have a Plan B 3) If all else fails... Run...Run for your life! Everyone has a bad side. Some try to deny it's existence, some hide it and others well...they rule the world with it. In the book of being BAD, there are ninety-nine formulas for world domination... Number one: You aren't BAD until you can walk around the school dressed in all pink and have everyone afraid to approach you. Number two: You aren't BAD until you can break into a certain bad boys house and well... do the wrong kinds of stuff. Number three: You aren't bad until quite frankly, you have declared vengeance against the bad boy. ~*~ "I heard you like bad boys," Blade says with a vivid smirk on his face. I glared up at him, without responding clenching my fists fighting the urge to punch him in the face. "So...?" He says after a couple of seconds of silence. "So what?" "So what do you think...Tinker Bell?" He says emphasizing on the stupid name. His face moved closer to mine and I stared back into his green eyes, watching the fire inside ignite. I smirked, "Then find me one." Blade grins at my witty retort and shrugs it off. "I look at you and I see cotton candy, but then you open your mouth... and suddenly you turn into liquorice," he scoffs. "Welcome to the game bitch, your move, now let's play."