Ds3 Fire Keeper Soul

"I want you to talk to me, who was that guy you were dancing with?" "I didn't do anything with him, we didn't even touch we just danced. Also, you are in no place to ask me that, you have no right to ask me that Dylan." He scoffed. "I'm your husband, I have every right to ask you that. How dare you dance with another man, have you got no shame?" Dylan was furious and Blair's tone only seemed to infuriate him even more. “And need I remind you everything is just a fake.” Blair was already too angry now. Dylan paused his teeth. “You are my wife, fake or not. You belong to me. Your body, mind and soul, everything belongs to me. Only I, am allowed to be consumed by it.” His voice was dangerously low now. Blair swallowed. She was fire, and he was ready to be consumed by her.

For sweet and innocent Adriana , life was nothing but a walk through the park. That was, until she turned 18. Adriana feared for this day her whole life, but it was finally time to face them as so many women in her family has done in the past. It was the day for her to attend the Revendal, an annual Grand Ceremony which was held for none other than the pure blood, Draven Cruz. Not only was he famous for his good looks but his temper was well-known among the vampires and the humans as well. And now? It was time for him to choose himself a keeper from the ceremony and Adriana silently prays that she wasn't the one. But what happens if he does take a sudden interest in her? Does a human really stand a chance with a vampire?

One drunken night. One missing necklace. One unforgettable mistake... Elena didn’t think her heart had anything left to break—not after catching her fiancé in bed with her own stepsister. But fate had other plans. A wild night out ended with a foggy morning… and a wedding ring she couldn’t remember saying yes to. She soon found herself working as a house keeper in a billionaire’s mansion, trapped by debts and haunted by choices she never made. What she didn’t know was that the cold, arrogant billionaire wasn’t a stranger after all. But someone else had known the truth all along. And she had been willing to do anything to bury it. Some truths get louder when forced to stay buried.

The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.~Oscar Wilde~Adoration is not profound enough a word to express the depth of my love for her. From the moment she walked into my life and set my heart and soul on fire, not a day's gone by that she hasn't plagued my every thought.We were each other's completion. She was everything I wasn't--the sigh to my roar, the virtue to my sin, the cure to my wounds.We Were One.Until the unthinkable happened.That I've survived such a tragedy without having completely lost it, is a mystery in itself. But as my mind starts to blur the lines between reality and my delusional heart, I begin to question everything, including my sanity.And then the real mystery begins . . .Author's note: We Were One is an alternate POV to Girl In The Mirror but both books can be read as stand alones without the need to read the other to follow along!We Were One is created by Elizabeth Reyes, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My heart was never meant to be divided… but my soul belongs to both of them." When I fled into the wilderness, I never expected to be hunted by rival wolves, by fate, by them. Kain is the ruthless Alpha who took me captive. His command is law, his touch a punishment… and his claim on me is absolute. But then there’s Darius, his brother, wild, untamed, and the only one who sees the fire in me instead of trying to extinguish it. The problem? I’m mated to both. Kain says the bond is a mistake. Darius swears it’s destiny. And the pack? They’re ready to tear me apart for daring to come between their Alphas. Now, every stolen glance, every forbidden touch, is a betrayal. Every choice could start a war. I don’t know which bond is real. I don’t know which brother is lying. But I do know this: One of them will kill for me. The other will die for me. And when the truth comes out… I might not survive the fallout

On the night of her wolf-awakening and birthday, Danika Wolfbane’s world shattered. The man she believed to be her destined mate betrayed her in the cruelest way—choosing her sister over her. Heartbroken and humiliated, she thought her fate had been sealed in despair. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Instead of letting Danika drown in betrayal, the goddess marks her with a new destiny—binding her to a rare mate, a Lycan King whose power is feared across realms. A man of unmatched strength and dominance, yet one who shows her a devotion she has never known. Now Danika faces an impossible choice. Can she learn to trust again, or will the scars of betrayal chain her heart to the past? Will she surrender to the man who once broke her when he crawls back, begging for forgiveness? Or will she risk everything for the Lycan King, a stranger whose passion ignites a fire within her but whose future she cannot predict? Love, power, and obsession collide in a storm that will either heal her broken soul or consume her completely.

During the pack's wilderness training, my adopted sister, Tessa, shoved me from a cliffside thick with wolfsbane. My Alpha, Fenrir, turned and left with Tessa feigning injury in his arms, leaving me for dead at the bottom of the ravine. I died instantly, but my soul lingered, watching everything with cold detachment. I watched as Tessa's tearful complaints swayed him into blaming me for my own disappearance. "Will Selene ever stop causing me trouble?" "She's weak and always looking for trouble. How could she possibly be fit to be our Luna?" He had no idea I was already dead at the bottom of that cliff choked with wolfsbane. Five whole days. The poison hit my bloodstream like liquid fire, racing through my veins with merciless speed. As my body decayed under the moonlight, my love for him faded with it. The title of Luna, the magnificent coronation I had dreamed of, everything I once cherished was now meaningless. The Selene who loved him was well and truly dead.

As the only princess of the vampire race, many cast a doubtful look, regarded her with ridicule, and called her a fake. She wasn't bothered. In this world, nothing matter more than a power that came from oneself. Irene Hildegard came from a bloody place, with a power stronger than many races. She wanted to seek the truth of her mother's death, fight many battles, beat her presumptuous brothers, and in between, maybe take the responsibility of a certain powerful demonic lycan. *** They started as enemies. When the two met, sparks of fire would collide. Irene couldn't help but wonder, when did this lycan werewolf start getting possessive? His face was like a sculpture, without any blemishes. The masculine aura had a hint of evilness, carrying a poppy-like attraction. His deep voice was pleasing to the ears. "In this world, none would be more compatible with each other besides mates. It is not just for a lifetime, as long as a soul exists, the other would too. So, Rose, you know that the purpose of my existence is because of you."

Betrayed by her mate. Hunted by her past. Bound to a power she doesn't understand. Nyra Moonfang has spent her life healing others—only to be shattered when the Alpha she loves uses her magic and casts her aside. Fleeing into the cursed woods, she awakens a darkness buried deep within her: the spirit of a long-dead witch whispering secrets of fire, vengeance, and fate. Captured by the blind and ruthless Alpha King Lucien Bloodmoon, Nyra becomes his prisoner... and his obsession. He sees what others miss—her untamed magic, her hidden strength, and a prophecy that could doom them all. But as dangerous passion ignites between captor and captive, Nyra uncovers a terrifying truth: the voice inside her belongs to Lucien’s greatest enemy—his own mother. Torn between the love that could save her and the darkness that could consume her, Nyra must face an impossible choice: surrender her soul to silence the past, or embrace her destiny and become the weapon the world fears. Her touch could heal—or ruin everything.

She is mine, now. Whether she wants it or not, she belongs to me. "Please... let her go. She is an orphan, have pity on her..." These words resonate in the room, a fragile plea against the unyielding will of a man. But Ariane is not a mere victim. She is a force of nature, a young woman with burning courage, who refuses to bend before anyone, not even before Auracio Ferrari. Auracio. That name makes every soul in the city shudder. A mafia boss, a man with a glacial gaze and undeniable power, whose mere presence commands silence and fear. Yet, in front of Ariane, he falters. She, with her disarming boldness, her eyes full of fire and defiance, does not tremble. She does not flee. She does not submit. She does not yield. No one has ever dared to resist Auracio Ferrari like she does. No one has ever destabilized him to the point of losing his composure and control. He wants her. Not out of simple desire, but from a burning obsession, a visceral need to possess what he cannot have. Ariane will become his. No matter the price to pay, no matter the pain, no matter the time. She belongs to him, body and soul, to him alone. He is ready to do anything for her. To destroy anyone who dares to lay eyes on her, to crush any threat, to break any attempt at escape. "I will kill anyone who shows interest in her." These words are a cruel warning, a promise of blood and fire. Because Ariane is no longer a mere woman. She has become his empire, his weakness and his strength, his hell and ... The fight for her freedom is just beginning..but one thing is certain: she is his, now.