Blazing Blades

My mate is the bravest patrol chief of the Sundara Pack. When the rogue straps a bomb laced with wolfsbane to me, I try to reach him through our mind-link. Once, twice... He blocks me 99 times. The rogue forces me to call for help, and when Aiden Campbell finally answers, his first words come blazing with anger. "Lina Rutherford! You're risking your life over jealousy again? Kate's pet snow wolf has been stuck in a tree for three days! "She loves that wolf like her own child—if I'm late to save it, that's on you! You'll be a murderer!" I laugh so hard that tears stream down my face. That so-called "trapped" snow wolf? It's simply climbed onto a slanted pine tree in the yard so it can lazily sunbathe on the branches. No one trapped it—it just doesn't feel like coming down. "Thank you, Aiden. You're amazing!" There comes a soft, delicate voice through the phone. It's Kate Summers—Aiden's late brother's widow and also his childhood sweetheart. The bomb's countdown ticks down to three minutes. With a calm heart, I send my final message. "In the name of the Moon Goddess, I sever our mate bond." And then, I cut the mind-link.

As I was about to leave The Crimson Curtain, my brother Corvus's elite vampire club, a woman who claimed to be the manager stopped me. "Ma'am, you just helped yourself to a priceless vial of Elder's Blood. You have to pay." I looked at the unfamiliar face, sensing the weak blood of a lesser vampire. She must be a fledgling, I thought, new to the club and unaware of who I was. "Your boss approved it," I said flatly. "Take it up with him." But the woman just sneered at me. "Plenty of women try to get close to our boss. If every one of you took what you wanted, how would we stay in business?" She shoved a copy of the club rules at me. Anyone who takes Elder's Blood without permission pays with three times the amount in heart's blood. Or they don't leave. Vampire guards started to close in, some even drawing silver blades, ready to take me down. I laughed, a cold, sharp sound. I couldn't believe Corvus's club had such an insane rule. "I am the Lord of House Volkov. Corvus's own sister. If he needs compensation, he can come to me himself." But her mockery only sharpened. "You look like some low-born stray. Claiming ties to a noble house? Pathetic. Hand over the heart's blood. Now." My patience snapped. I sent a message to the family elders through our bloodline. "Tell Corvus to either make this woman disappear forever, or I'm taking back ownership of this club. All of it."

My mother-in-law lives alone. One day, her house suddenly catches on fire. It's a life-threatening situation. I call my firefighter husband several times before he answers impatiently. "I don't care why you're calling—can't it wait? I'm fixing Sophie's pipes!" I tell him about his mother being trapped in a fire, but he merely sneers. "How dare you curse my mother just to make me go home? You're insane!" He hangs up without another word. I'm left helpless. All I can do is wait for his colleagues to arrive, but they only come half an hour later. Their expressions shift to horror when they see the blazing fire. "Didn't Captain Scott say his wife was lying?" My mother-in-law dies due to the delay. My husband even misses the funeral because of his first love. I give up on him and ask for a divorce. However, he rips the divorce agreement to shreds and shatters the urn that contains his mother's ashes. "Drop the act—I would definitely go through with the divorce if not for my mother!" I laugh. He doesn't even know his mother is already dead.

Growing up, Blake Houston uncovered a formidable power within him—one that could wreak havoc and end lives. That was his destiny, a destiny that ominously clouded Earth's prospects for survival. An impending apocalypse hung in the balance, capable of rocking the very foundations of the planet and eradicating humanity in its wake. Ariana Garcia, a senior at NYU, finds herself drawn to her mesmerizing professor. Little does she know, this man was Lucifer in human form. After graduation, she's taken aback to discover that her billionaire boss is her former professor and ex-boyfriend. Coincidence or fate? Can she suppress his urge to sow chaos upon Earth, or will she confront her own downfall? ****** "I crave you, Lucifer, and I don't care if you are from the pit of hell. All I want is to feel your kisses on my body while you fill me up with your cock!" Driven by impulse, he pressed her to the wall, wall, his eyes blazing into hers, as he whispered in a voice filled with desperate allure, one that laid bare his concealed yearnings, "Be cautious about what you wish for, Ari. I'm a feral man on bed. You can attest to that!" "I like feral and you know that!" CAUTION: This story contains erotic, violent, and graphic content that may not be suitable for young readers.

Her hands had gotten as far as his neck before he'd pulled back, eyes blazing with lust. "I'm going to leave before I forget who you are and take you right here, against this wall." "And who am I?" she'd asked out of curiosity. He'd said "My Princess", kissed her forehead while unwrapping her legs from his waist then left so fast that she hadn't had time to say anything else --------- She's back. After spending two years in London, Alexis is back looking more beautiful than ever. Ray tried to forget her when she was gone but his efforts were all in vain. So now that she's back he'll do everything in his power to make her fall in love with him. There's only one tiny problem. Her boyfriend. Alexis thinks Ray is a nuisance. And a stalker. A hot, sweaty, sexy, stalker. Every time she turns around he's always there, ready to annoy her. She could ignore him. But he isn't the scrawny kid she used to know. He's all grown up now and she can't get over his new look. What to do?

"You either walk away now," Aiden said, his voice sharp and cutting, "or you stay and deal with the consequences." Tristan's chest tightened as he met Aiden's gaze, the challenge blazing in his dark eyes. Every instinct told him to run, to leave before things spiraled out of control, but his feet wouldn’t move. “What’s it gonna be, Tristan?” Aiden’s voice was low, almost taunting. “Because if you stay, there’s no turning back. You won’t just be here. You'll be mine. Every inch of you, every breath, every thought... mine!" ...... Even before they became stepbrothers, Aiden and Tristan had never been on good terms, not since high school. Tristan couldn’t have imagined that the arrogant guy he despised—the same one he hated with passion—would one day become his stepbrother, a fact he refused to acknowledge. But after a drunken night led to an accidental , something shifted in Aiden. He began to see Tristan differently, from an angle far removed from brotherhood. It enraged him. He fought to keep hating him, to remind himself how wrong it was. Yet, the harder he tried, the more he missed him. The more he wanted him.

When Sky walked in on her boyfriend with her 18 year old sister, her world shattered. She fled the country, leaving behind every broken piece of her past. One reckless night, she found comfort in a stranger’s arms—a night she’d long tried to forget. But fate has other plans. Years later, she takes a job as the personal assistant to the CEO of Collens Company, only to find herself face-to-face with that stranger… Xavier Collen. Xavier isn’t just a powerful CEO; he’s a man with dark, insatiable desires, a sex addict who takes what he wants and doesn’t play by anyone’s rules but his own. “You’re mine, You're mine to ruin and to fuck,” he growls, his eyes blazing with fierce possession. “Your body is mine, and I’ll do anything I want with you.” He wanted a wife, someone who would bear him an heir. But he doesn't want a partner; he wanted her to fulfill every dark desire. Sky is drawn into a seductive, high-stakes game where every move brings her closer to the edge of submission—and the realization that she might lose herself completely to this man who holds nothing back. But in Xavier’s world, surrendering might be the only way to survive.

Natalie is ecstatic to be mated to her childhood crush but after two years in a loveless union, her love morphs into hatred. Two years of being bound to a man who neither loves nor cherishes her is enough for her to make up her mind. She is done. She prepares for her divorce, expecting Kian to happily let her go but his reaction is unexpected. Kian Zephyr is more than just an Alpha – he is a force to be reckoned with, a man ruthless on and off the battlefield. A man who is wealthy and powerful, Kian has the world at his feet. When his grandfather forces him to take the starry-eyed girl who has chased after him from childhood as his mate, he does so with reluctance but when said girl decides she no longer wants him, hell breaks loose. When Kian wants something, he takes it and when he claims someone, they stay his. And he has claimed Natalie. To Kian, Natalie is a constant, a person who will be by his side until death but Natalie is done with him. She spent years believing she meant nothing to him but the moment she decides to leave, she realizes Kian would never let her go without a fight. Yet, she is not one to lose. Natalie is determined to escape Kian and with her mind set, even a man like Kian has trouble holding on to her. Desperate and filled with regret, Kian would do anything to win back his mate but the harder he tries, the harder she pushes him away. With blades aimed at their necks and enemies disguised as friends, will Kian’s love reach Natalie or is he destined to lose her forever?

My sister Isolde and I used to be human. The twin vampire princes, Caelum and Dorian, turned us and married us. The entire vampire world celebrated. Two human sisters, personally turned by the Crown Princes? It was the highest honor a mortal could receive. We believed we were loved. We were fools. Five months into my pregnancy, I was attacked by a group of exiled vampires in the forest beyond our territory. I called Caelum nine times. He didn’t pick up. The exiles circled me, cutting into my arms and legs with blades that burned. Pain tore through my body. I called a tenth time. This time, Caelum’s cold voice came through: “Haven’t you had enough? Vivienne is being tracked by hunters. Stop bothering me.” Vivienne was the human girl that both princes truly loved. The one who had refused to be turned. With nothing to stop them now, the exiles closed in. Their leader drove a blade into my stomach. I watched the light leave my body from the inside out, and felt my unborn child die. When I was close to death, my sister Isolde found me and fought the exiles off. But there were too many. Isolde was badly wounded. She called her husband Dorian for help. All she got was: “Looking for Vivienne. Don’t bother me.” Isolde carried me and ran. A storm hit and we were caught in the open at dawn—deadly for wounded vampires. The border patrol found us just in time. We barely survived. When I woke up in the infirmary, my first thought was simple: Sever the bond.

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me. “It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack. “You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut. I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him. “Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt. Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…" But he didn’t care. A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box. But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse.