Butcher Of Blaviken

Tamara Topaz Valentine is not your average human, She is far from it. She never realized how different she was until her20th birthday. Typical werewolves first shift at 16 as for Tamara hers was at 20. This fantastic couple adopted her and she always saw them as her biological parents with no questions asked. At age 15 they passed away in a tragic car accident. Leaving Tamara in foster care until she turned 18. Without her parents by her side, she felt the extreme loneliness that was never thought she world ever fill in her heart. Once she go into her first-choice college she knew that it was meant to be to have a fresh start. She knew it was time to start a new chapter in her life. Little did she know that her who life was going to be turned upside down. My name is Atlas Whitlock I am the next alpha to take over the pack once my dad steps down as alpha. I am a Junior in college to get my degree in business so I know what it takes to run a business successfully. Little did I know that I would have found my soulmate when school started again. She is perfect the only thing is she had no clue that she is a werewolf. Will I be enough to get her through her first shift? Will she accept me as her mate? Will love be enough to survive the unknown?

Death doesn’t scare me, Firefly. Even if I must swallow poison, I shall claim you as mine,” Keir whispered in her ears, holding Eliza’s wrist firmly. While trying to push him away, Eliza growled, pointing her dagger at him, “Any last wish then?” “Yes, fall in love with me.” Pulling her closer to his chest and looking into her eyes, he leaned closer to her face, “Damn! You are gonna kill me just with your glare, Firefly.” Eliza's face turned pale, hearing the clattering of footsteps, “Just leave before my brother finds you!” Keir brushed his thumb on her delicate lips as he whispered in a husky tone, “I will be back for you. Don't forget that you belong to me.” _____ Eliza, a werewolf princess, committed the sin of falling in love with her greatest enemy, Keir, the Lycan Prince. She faced the consequences too. Her family was murdered brutally while she escaped somehow. She pledged her hatred towards Keir for eternity. The destiny had another plan for them. Eliza found herself pregnant with Keir’s child. As a single mother with no money and power, it was extremely difficult to take care of everything when she collided with Keir once again. Surprisingly, Keir didn’t even remember her existence yet his soul recognised her scent. The intoxicating scent of desire and passion! The scent that tempted him 5 years ago to break all the rules and taboos to be with that divinely enchanting maiden. The closer he went to her, the more obsessed he became to claim her. That passionate flame was reignited when Keir found Eliza on his bed 5 years later, once again, asking for his love and passion. While Keir was ready to claim her again, Eliza was determined this time not to repeat her mistake…

He had promised that he would love her forever and be faithful to her. However, after they get married, he didn't keep his promise, treated her with indefference. She was pregnant, but he asked her to abort the child. He said, "I married you for your family's property, I won't divorce you. To be honest, I've already got tired of you." Raging fire was burning beside her.... she was in danger. He turned around and cuddled his lover, disregarded that she was dying....... What will she do to their child? Will she abort it or accept her fate? Will she ever forgive him? What will be here future?

"Betrayal is a sin, flower," He murmured near my ears, his arctic orbs whisking the warmth of my flesh against his. A course of harrowing singeing fire drifted down my body from the swell of my breasts to my heated core. My nerves screaming with torturous touch of his skin against mine, I couldn’t think for he had me confine in his arms. Brutally, he swept his tongue under the rim of my ear whilst my breath hitched and my tears become uncontrollable. The blood seeped through the cut I gifted him with as he inflated every bit of my scent I had to offer. His filthy tongue leapt across my lower lip with hellish slowness. The bond tempted me to submit to him. "I do not yearn to hear your cries, Katarina. Worship me with your moans." He commanded and I closed my eyes tightly not wishing to swim in those ocean pools of his. Their intimidating tone of his made me want to submit fully to him, to hand over the reins of my soul in his fists. Tears streamed down my face. "F-Forgive me, Xerxes." I stammer softly unable to face his wrath for I knew he was just playing with me, toying with my emotions before he punish me for deeds I've done. Xerxes cruelly grasped my wrists whilst locking them above my head so he could fully discern my naked flesh. "Forgive you?" He mocked, his eyes holding mine into a captivating grip as he licked his lips. "You let another male touch what belonged to me, tell me, flower, why must you test me like this.” I gulped unable to meet his gaze. He chuckled dryly. “Spread your legs, Katarina. The nectar I’m craving is between your legs.”

“Why did you take me?” “Because you’re valuable to me,” he replied, his dark and dangerous voice brushing against my skin in ways that made my heart race and my core ache.“I don’t belong to you or any man,” I replied, trembling as I held my ground.“Who said I was a man?”*****Princess Evie Stanton lived a life of luxury she detested with a passion. Nothing was ever pretty when it came to high society and when her father tried to force her to marry a man twice her age, she knew she had to get out. Little did she know Captain Thane, a dragon prince seeking revenge, had his eye on her. Love often finds us in the most mysterious of ways, and these two enemies are brought together to navigate a way to earn their freedom. Will they be able to put aside their differences for love?Or is the tragedy of Thane’s past too much to forget?Lust of a Dragon is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

I had been secretly in love with my childhood friend for nine long years. When we finally got married, my family and friends thought I was the happiest person in the world. After I became pregnant, he used the excuse of "helping an old classmate" and invited the most beautiful girl from our class into our home. During the worst of my pregnancy, when nausea and exhaustion hit hardest, he took her to the hospital, made crafts with her, and watched sunsets with her. He even had the guts to accuse me of being small-minded and petty and acting like a bitter, jealous wife. Only then did I realize that it was just my foolish fantasy that I lived my dream of marrying my childhood sweetheart and had a happy life. I let go of the love I had for him and of the future I thought we would share. Now, however, he was the one who regretted it.

A devil child who was raised by a devil hunter like a human child. Under the auspices of the devil hunter He finds love, affection, shelter, and knowledge without knowing his true self.

Simple, beautiful, kind-hearted, and goal-oriented type of woman—those are the words that could perfectly describe the twenty-one-year-old Dayanara Clariz Rivera, or simply Diane. At a very young age, her life had been tested with a series of negative events and one of them was mysteriously dark. There was a huge part of her life that she had completely forgotten, making her instinctively trapped from the past. Diane thought she was living a normal life despite being troubled by her strange nightmares. In addition to that, she found herself stuck in a love triangle between two strikingly business magnates. How could she face the truth when choosing her love interest would bring her much excruciating pain? How could she live her life again once she figured out everything that happened?

Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me. Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows. But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste. The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex. And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical. I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too. He has me, too. For better or worse. 'Til death... Whispers of the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.

"Brother, please spare my life!" Sera cried out. She kneeled and bowed down to show sincerity but her brother's eyes did not show any emotion. "There is no mercy for traitors, Sera. That's the family motto, remember?" Xander's voice was stern and filled with contempt. "I didn't do it! I don't even know what the Duchess looked like!" She was desperate but none of her family members even tried to listen to her. "We shouldn't have accepted you. The prophecy was true when it said that you will only bring tragedy to this family!" Her father's voice was filled with rage. All her life, all she asked was to be acknowledged. All she wanted was to feel the warmth of a family. Was it too much to ask for? "I wish I was never born," she mumbled. "Prepare to die, Seraphina. This is the punishment for taking my mother's life." Xander lifted his sword and drops of blood splattered when the blade cut through Sera's head. "Sera!" Seraphina jolted when she heard her mother's voice. Her eyes grew wide when she saw the familiar small room and she immediately touched her neck to confirm that her head was not severed. What happened? Why am I back to my ten-year-old self?