Blood Hunt #5 Novels & Stories

Behind velvet curtains and gilded balconies, the opera is more than a performance. It's a hunting ground, a court of monsters disguised as patrons and benefactors. When a masked nobleman claims her talent as his own, Lyria is drawn into a world where music is power, restraint is survival, and desire is the most dangerous temptation of all. The longer Lyria remains under his protection, the more she awakens. Her body responds to hungers she does not yet understand and her are dreams invaded by a silver-eyed predator who promises freedom instead of restraint. As the opera's beauty curdles into something predatory, Lyria must decide what she is willing to become to survive it. The stage is watching. The city is listening. And once the blood sings, it cannot be silenced. TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mature themes and content intended for adult audiences (18+) Reader discretion is advised. It includes moments of violence, sexual content and dark erotic elements, manipulation, obsession, and emotional power dynamics.

Selene Duskbane, is the last daughter of a cursed bloodline. Every few generations, a Duskbane woman is claimed by the heir of the Veyrath werewolves, bound by an unbreakable mark. These women always die in childbirth, while the heir loses part of his humanity and succumbs to the beast. The curse has weakened the Veyrath line for centuries. When Selene is marked by Dorian Veyrath, the cold and ruthless heir, she is dragged into his fortress. He doesn’t love her, nor does he even want a mate but he needs her. She is the only one who might survive the curse and break it, restoring his kingdom’s strength. Selene resists him fiercely, even as the bond burns in her blood and betrays her body. But in resisting, she discovers something neither expected, her defiance may be the key to breaking the curse.

One kiss saved his life. Another might destroy them both. Camilla, a talented pastry chef with a troubled past, never imagined that a chance encounter at a costume party would entangle her with Alessandro, the city's most feared mafia boss. As their worlds collide over cupcakes and gunshots, they find themselves drawn into a dangerous dance of secrets and desire. But when Alessandro chooses love over family legacy, the delicate balance of power in the criminal underworld begins to crumble. Now, with enemies closing in from all sides, Camilla must decide: Will she betray the man she's grown to love, or risk everything to save him in a world where trust comes at a deadly price?

BLOOD AND PETALS PROLOGUE She sells flowers. He spills blood. And he will stop at nothing to make her his. Elena Rossi has always lived quietly among roses and lilies, dreaming of love as gentle as the petals she arranges. She thought she found it in Daniel, the man she planned to marry. Until her wedding day when a dangerous stranger walked into the church and shattered everything. Adrian Volkov is a king in the underworld, a man feared for his ruthlessness and power. But to him, Elena is not just a prize. She is an obsession. A storm he cannot live without. And he will burn the world and anyone in it, to claim her. Torn from the life she knew, Elena resists him, manipulates him, and even runs from him. But Adrian is relentless. His love is dark, his touch both punishing and tender, and his obsession inescapable. When betrayal and bloodshed close in, Elena must face the truth: She doesn’t just fear him. She doesn’t just hate him. She loves him. Petals and Blood is a haunting, passionate tale of obsession, betrayal, and the dangerous kind of love that blooms in shadows.

The morning was cold and I was currency. My father handed me to Dimitri Volkov, Bratva, like I was a contract clause. I said no at the altar. Loud enough for everyone to hear. The priest kept going. Dimitri didn’t even blink. That was fact one: I was married without consent, in Chicago, to a man who accepted silence as agreement. I left him later. Not in rage. In clarity, after I saw another girl get caught in his world with no choice, just like me. Then I went to war. Law school had taught me precision, so I used it. Civil suits. Asset forfeiture. Anonymous tips to the right agencies. I took apart everything legitimate he’d built, piece by piece, until he bled territories and pride. He showed up bruised once, signed over forty percent of his clean empire to my name, brought therapy receipts. That was fact two: I dismantled the man who caged me, on paper, without firing a shot. I still have the necklace. The one he left in my lap that first night. I wore it through the worst, through the year I rebuilt alone, through every hearing. Last month I was pregnant in a courtroom, arguing a case I won. He was in the gallery. The diamonds sat above my collar. No one asked. I never explained. That was fact three: I took something from that night and made it mine. It doesn’t belong to him anymore. It doesn’t belong to what he did. It belongs to me.

Three years after our divorce, I ran into Cole Allen again on the streets of Atlantica. I was there as a volunteer, handing out boxes of cold medicine, and he had become a homeless man, struggling to survive. It was ironic because our divorce had all started because of a box of cold medicine. “Two times a day. Two pills each time.” I handed the medicine to him, my tone calm, like I was speaking to a stranger. However, Cole’s eyes slowly turned red. “Sadie, you still hate me.” I didn’t look up. I kept passing out boxes of medicine to the people in line. “This box of medicine only costs one dollar. It’s very cheap, yet you forced me to sell my blood for money. Cole, how could I not hate you for that?”

Twenty two year old Diana thinks she's slowly losing her mind just like her mother who has spent years in a psychiatric hospital. Plagued with strange nightmares of her deceased father and episodes of sleep walking, Diana finds her life has turned out nothing like she planned and dreamed about. She has no one else except her best friend Bonnie, who has been her lifeline until she meets a stranger who she thinks is quite literally crazier than her and opens her eyes to a world she never knew existed around her - right in front of her the whole time

The Blood of Two Worlds Anna Elara McKinnley is a living heresy. The product of a forbidden union between a high-ranking Warlock and a savage Wolf, she is a hybrid of volatile magic and primal instinct. After her mother fled the scandal and the packs branded her an abomination, Anna mastered the art of disappearance. For years, she has survived in the human shadows by suppressing her scent and shackling her power. But her carefully constructed anonymity shatters when her best friend, Sophie, is lured to the Solstice Gala. To the human world, it’s the social event of the season; to the Blackwood Pack, it is a cold-blooded hunting ground where Alphas claim human mates to anchor their bloodlines. When Sophie is "marked" by the pack’s ruthless heir, she is locked away in a gilded cage, unaware that her life of freedom is over. To pull Sophie from the jaws of the wolves, Anna must return to the world that hunted her as a child. Infiltrating the Blackwood estate under a false identity, Anna finds herself navigating a minefield of aristocratic politics and predatory dominance. The air is thick with the scent of her enemies, and keeping the "beast" and the "witch" quiet becomes a losing battle. Her greatest threat arrives in the form of the one man capable of smelling the rot in her lies—a man whose lineage mirrors the dark history she’s tried to outrun. As the gala descends into a game of power and blood, Anna realizes that a quiet rescue is impossible. To save the only person who loves her, she must stop hiding and become the very thing the wolves fear most: a hybrid with the power to burn their empire to the ground.

Saratan: I lost everything when my celebrity boyfriend decided to dump me for a more…popular actress. I lost my dignity, my safety, my apartment, my savings… you name it. I was at rock bottom and then sunshine came flooding my way. Do I call it sunshine though? Being recruited against my will as a blood vessel and then indebted to a recluse vampire who ‘saved’ my life, is that sunshine? Dregen: My kind decided to make our existence known to humans and offered a ‘hand of friendship’ which they more or less grumblingly accepted but I do know for sure that the Vampire Royalties wants a little more than to just co-exist with what we call, “Preys.” Power…Power is their Ultimate target but I don’t care. My hands are too full investigating the disappearance of vampires. Then she came barreling into my life. Saratan Credi. I don’t want her but I’m stuck with her. My vampire hates her but my wolf craves her presence like a man starved of water in a desert. She thinks I’m a good man…tsk… but what she doesn’t know is I don’t have a heart. It shriveled up and died right after I ran away from home, renounced my pack, my wolf, and embraced my vampire, my darkness.

Some families run from their past. The Hawkins siblings hunt it down. Katherine Hawkins never asked to grow up in a world where demons were real and survival meant learning how to fight them. Alongside her brothers—William and Alex—she’s spent years tracking the things that live in the dark. But when an old exorcism tape surfaces and names from a forgotten case start resurfacing—Malcolm Smith, Matthew Conner, Gabriel Spender—their past begins catching up with them fast. Secrets their father kept buried are beginning to unravel. And the deeper they dig, the clearer it becomes: the monsters they’re chasing now are connected to something older, something unfinished… something personal. Now, with danger closing in and trust wearing thin, the Hawkins siblings must head straight into the heart of a mystery that could shatter everything they thought they knew—about their family, their history, and the war they were born into. Because sometimes, the real fight doesn’t start until after the ghosts come back.