Crimson Moth Series

Moth and Flames is an unusual love story between Alex, an orphan and Eva, a 500-year-old vampire. When Alex is accepted into St. Normans' he sets off on his journey to fulfill his dream of becoming a scientist, full of hope and aspiration.He finds love and acceptance that he had craved all his life in his friend Aaron and his family who welcome him with open arms.He is very hopeful UNTILL Eva turns his world upside down. She drives him to the edge insulting him one moment and helping him in the next.Alex plunges himself into investigating Eva's background but nothing can prepare him for the discoveries he is about to make.Fiery Flames destined to burn,Burnt itself too in return,Hypnotized by the lure,Of selfless love, unconditional pure.Toiling and fighting for each other,Standing tall in frosty weather.They tread through the bloody seas,But destiny is hard to appease.Will one day by creator's magic?Bring a change in this destiny tragic!Love of Moth and Flames; ideologic,Is fulfilled defying all logic...

An aged old vendetta between Le Havre and Dela Huerta the two prominent families in Tierra Veloz ignite into bloodshed when the young rebel Alas Prian Le Havre fall in love instantly with the young innocent Elizabeth Lemonine Dela Huerta because of a sudden encounter that leads to first glance, first talk and first love. A modern Romeo and Juliet story that will prove the inevitability of fate. Testing how far these two youngsters willing to take a risk. But will these two youngsters resolve the feud between their families? Or will they also end up burnt to their own flame of desire? Let's witness the bittersweet love story that is full of secret glances, secret love letters, sneaking out, forbidden nights meet up, and lies while unfolding the real reason of the old family rivalry that takes over their lives. "Maybe we are both a naive moth, and the desires of love that we feel to each other is the fire that we cannot resist"

Baxter Hamilton was born unique, yet he was a neglected child. As he ventured into his teenage life, he crossed paths with a group of teenagers. He thought they shared the same challenges in life as he did. However, what he didn't realize was that befriending this group of boys would take his life down a much worse path. As for the butterfly effect, once it begins, when does it stop?

Alpha Connor went to the human village to meet up with other pack Alphas to form an alliance against the rogue and lycan attacks. They met at a bar that reeks of alcohol where no one can track their scent. At the middle of their talk, Alpha Connor's attention was caught by a disturbing sight. There he saw a woman with white hair and a calming scent of a delicate peony. Her face shows discomfort as she was getting picked up by a group of drunk guys. He knew then that he has to do something. He knew then that she wasn’t just a nobody to him. She was his mate. He couldn’t track a female wolf in that woman. But what could a human mate do for a pack in danger? Little did he know that she wasn’t just a normal human. She is the daughter of the moon goddess.

Kaldar wakes up after his impurification, now reborn as a vampire, and having no memories of his past except for the fact that he was a dying cancer patient. He soon learns that he was reborn not only as a vampire but as a rare alpha-specie called the Supremes, which are more highly advanced than the ordinary vampire. His aspiration to figure out about his past life drives him but he is soon met with great challenges like the higher court, a board made of vampires that have lived for millennia, and want him to join the fight against a newly discovered species of human that can transform into wolf-like beasts that pose a threat to all vampires, previously thought to be myths. As a vampire he is supposed to be stoic yet he finds himself falling in love with a human girl named Dawn, which eventually causes him to a fellow vampire for the first time. He has to decide between his human lover, his aspiration to find out about his past life and the higher court.

When 16 years old TOKE inadvertently saves her favorite teacher from death with her powers, she is confronted by a group of spirit children and yanked from the world she knows into the witching world where she finds she is a white WITCHLORD and one of the five tasked to protect Nigeria from magical threats. Toke soon finds herself in the thick of the war between the Witches and the Cursed Ones (Vampires) who have suddenly appeared all over Africa, and she must choose between love, duty, and betrayal, even as she discovers her boyfriend is one of the enemy, and the battle is brought closer to her homestead and her loved ones in peril.

Amara Voss doesn’t just kill, she survives. Viktor Dragovic doesn’t just rule, he dominates. Neither of them gives a damn about love, but when their worlds collide, sparks fly, and the chaos gets personal. Her blade is sharp, his heart is ice, and together they’re a ticking time bomb.   But the past has a way of screwing things up. Blood-soaked secrets and betrayals refuse to stay buried, dragging them into a mess that could tear them apart. Yet every crimson kiss pulls them deeper into a passion they can’t escape, no matter how dangerous it gets.  

Synopsis/Blurb: "I, Lysander Nightshade, reject you, Ilana Wood, and brand you unworthy of being my mate." With those cruel words, Alpha Lysander shatters Ilana’s human heart under the Blood Moon, choosing duty over destiny. Marked and broken, Ilana crosses paths with people who reveal to her that she is more than just a mere human. But when darkness threatens to destroy everything they hold dear, their paths collide once more. Will Ilana find the strength to forgive the man who rejected her? And can Lysander defy fate a second time, or will he lose everything—including the only woman meant for him?

Have you seen anyone die in front of you? No? Well, I have, more times than I can count. I seem to have a morbid attraction to . Maybe it's like a superpower or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly the Crimson curse, as I like to call it. You would think that doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until a week ago. I guess seeing your parents get murdered in front of your eyes and seeing their blood and life slowly drain out of their body isn't the same as seeing your neighbour die from a heart attack when you were 9.One more thing you should know about me is that I can make you sleep with one touch. My parents both were doctors and put their abilities to best use. My father could heal everyone other than himself and my mother like myself could drop a person to sleep with just one stroke of the hand.Now I am off to Aliam academy for mastering my supernatural ability, apparently for which my mother enrolled me before dyeing. Well, looking at the bright side, there is one boy with violet-blue eyes and curly black hair and I am falling head over heels for him.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.