Blood Magic Blood Altar Novels & Stories

Layla is on a college trip to Rome when she bumps into a dominating force. His name is Atreus and Layla is immediately drawn to his dangerous smile and intoxicating gaze. Little does Layla know that Atreus carries a dark secret. He is drawn to her for one reason: her blood and hers alone. His only goal is to free himself from his curse and Layla needs to be his willing sacrifice. Through this story of thirst and desire, Layla is pushed to her limit and challenged on how far she would go to satiate the man that she is falling for.Is she willing to die to break the blood curse?***He brought that beautiful mouth to her lips, but only teased her with a whisper of a kiss. He then ducked his head

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 bloodli

When 19-year-old leukemia patient Rose discovers an urn in her father's basement, she's flipped out from believing the ordinary. Her life would have been perfect if she had left in ignorance of the unknown. Out of her curiosity, she had woken him. Emmett, of history, an ancient werewolf who was said to be the last of the three originals. He possessed a strong black magic that threatened the existence of the werewolves, was drugged by his lover, and was burnt alive by the Alpha of their time. His remains were stored in an urn Civilization had come. The history of Emmett had faded. No one believed in werewolves anymore. But Emmett’s ashes remained locked up in an urn. His urn is pas

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. B

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 legitima

During a mission overseas, I shielded my younger brother from an explosion—only to wake up months later, my body broken, my mind trapped in the void of a coma. Grateful for my sacrifice, he repaid me by marrying my wife. When I finally clawed my way back to consciousness and rushed home, I found my son kneeling on the ground, sobbing as his college acceptance letter lay shredded in his fists. My nephew loomed over him, slamming a steel pipe into his back. "Lick my shoes clean," he sneered. "Who are you to think you deserve an education?" And there was my wife clapping in delight, dabbing the sweat from my nephew’s brow like a doting servant. "You’re just like your deadbeat father," M

Elena Marshall, the product of a dark lord vampire and a fierce Alpha is forced to paddle through her travails whilst fighting her attraction to Cassius. *** A one-night stand between two synced yet different creatures awoken the long-buried curse that was chanted a Millenium of years ago by the most powerful lineage of witches who got wiped out by the creatures of the dark. Seventeen-year-old Elena is more concerned with school work and practicing magic spells behind her parents than pandering to quarter politics and quests for power between the four factions; the vampires, witches, werewolves, and humans. An elder witch soon begins to mutter about a prophecy of doom that is boun

Joey Clad was the Moonstone Pack’s Alpha while I was his fated mate, his future Luna. The truth was, he rejected the Moon Goddess’ will and remained obsessed with my stepsister, Anna Bate. Joey made sure to present Anna with a one-of-a-kind gift on every holiday. He was available 24/7 to cater to her every whim. I never expected Joey to seize my mother’s keepsake just to please the birthday she-wolf. Worse still, he turned a blind eye as Anna killed my brother, Jake Bate, all to put a smile on her face. Amid the pouring rain, I held Jake’s lifeless body, slipping Joey’s ring off my finger. I promised myself that they would pay in blood.

Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it was never been love. It was blood. Even her name has a red on it. Blood that she hates. If she will have the time to turn back things on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love will going to do its way to get way of the love she thrown at. She doesn’t know that once in her life… Red will always be love and Rose will always be red.

Isidora Moretti always appeared to be a chess player, overseeing her family’s massive enterprise and grappling with the city’s menacing mafia clans. Her father orders her to marry the Vescari heir, and she discovers that theirs is not romance that would involve love-it is of power and obedience. Declining could be her last word so she thinks of an escape-engagement, a lie she is betting would work. She teams up with Dante Romano,the boy who beats her every time in school. He is good looking, cold, smart and has chased the same deal she wants. He often mocks her stubborn ways and never offers real help. Still, he oddly agrees to act as her fiancé. The agreement sees only looks, no real fee