Emissary Veins

The crown is a story of a princess who has been raised differently from others like her. She was taught to hold a weapon in her hand and wield it against any threat that comes in her way. Soon, she is crowned to be queen, and instead of finding a king to lead the kingdom, she independently breaks tradition and leads her way. Until one day, she finds herself falling for someone that could shatter every bit of power she has. Will she let love conquer and lose her reign? Or will she let power continue to grow within her veins of the kingdom? (Note: this is still in progress and I may have a busy schedule but I am looking forward to what you all have to say about this story. Let me know and feel free to speak your mind out! They mean a lot to me!)

When Avelina Salazar's father, the Alpha of the Crimson Hounds pack, is brutally murdered before her eyes by her own uncles, whom she never heard of to this date, Avelina is thrown into a twisted game of power, secrets, and fate. Trapped under the sinister rules of her father's killers, Matteo Augustus and Dante Romano, Avelina Salazar discovers that she is destined to be their mate, forever branded with the dark shadow of their clan's tradition. But Avelina is not one to accept her fate without a fight. As she unravels the mysteries behind her mother's death, the clan's secrets, and the true intentions of the Alphas, Avelina is forced to confront the brutal truth of her family's history and rethink her choices, what her eyes see and what her brain believes, especially when her pure blood makes the enemies chase her and danger lurks around every corner. ***** "You seem to have forgotten the rules, Avelina," Dante's voice reverberated in the dark as he stood behind me, his lips brushing against my neck, "Perhaps it's time we refresh your memory." A surge of vulnerability coursed through my veins, but I refused to succumb. My breath trembled, my palms perspired, yet with defiance in my eyes, I spat, "I don't give a fuck about your so-called rules." "Then start giving a fuck, Princess," Matteo hissed, gripping my jaw tightly and bringing his face dangerously close to mine, our lips inches apart, "Or else, you'll face the consequences." They repulsed me, yet a forbidden desire remained. "I'm not afraid." A wicked smirk adorned Dante's lips, while a sinister chuckle escaped Matteo's mouth, "Let's take you to the torture cell then. Your untouched body will make for a beautiful plaything." I drew in a quiet breath-The torture cell was no good news.

The moon goddess made her special right from Birth but her pack and her cruel alpha considered her an omega, the lowest rank 'I'm not a stranger to the dark. Hide away, they say "we don't want your broken parts" ' To her the pack and the alpha was the worst nightmare anyone would have in broad daylight ' I've learnt to be ashamed of all my scars' Alexandra woods was the most powerful alpha blooded werewolf and witch but still she was treated like trash. ' "Runaway", They say. No one will love you as you are' She was the one prophesied about but they didn't recognize her. ' but I won't let them bring me down to dust, 'cause I know there's a place for me' "THIS IS HERS" John Wilsonville is a billionaire and the Alpha king 'Yes, I know there's a special place in HELL for me...... It's called a throne' He was ruthless and feared, every female wanted to be with him 'I came into this world kicking and screaming while covered in blood. I have no problem going out the same way.' Vladmir.... the ruler of the creatures that roamed the night wouldn't let the light to his darkness just go..... 'They asked him, "how is your life?" ' Even if she is mated to another... 'He smiled and answered, "She's fine"' Chaos is scented, as anxiety flows through the veins of both gods and man as Fate is said to have made a mistake.... but then again..... did it? *-*-*-*You can dread it, You can run from it. . . But destiny still arises. . ' . . And now it's here. . , Or should I say, I Am. *-*-*-*.

~Did she cut her wedding gown off? What the heck! How could she turn it to that? ~ ~ What's going on with her? Why is she in sneakers? ~ ~What's she holding behind her ~ My ears listened to their whispers as I stood at the doorstep about to enter the hall. My gaze fell on my soon-to-be husband waiting for me by the alter and I chuckled remembering everything. Well, yes, I shortened my most beautiful wedding gown to a short gown that reaches above my knees and also on sneakers instead of heels, but then, this feeling is different; I've never felt this way my entire life. I'm supposed to be feeling rage boiling through my veins, anger, fury, accompanied with pains, and screams but that's not the case. Right now, I'm feeling super excited. Without delaying it any longer, I revealed the KRISS Vector gun I had been hiding behind me, and their facial expressions were joy-giving. I burst into laughter before releasing the fire on them. Wondering the kind of bride I am? I am Elora, the bride who went on a killing spree on her wedding day.

Raven is the most wanted criminal in the town of Domsville. Her tainted past taught her how to think, fight, kill and hide. The wildness in her blood is unmatched, and with her team of best friends, or partners in crimes, she could potentially end the world. It's too bad that Raven's only desire is a life without running, with someone she can call her lover. That wish may have been granted when her plan took a turn. She was to play the feelings of a man to gather a series of information that can earn her an impossibly large sum of money, then end him. It's a pity that she fell into her own trap. Now, only one question remains: would the man accept a lover with wildness in her veins and hand-caked blood? -- Jean Luc frowned, "You're impossibly stubborn. Just admit the truth." "I can promise that half the population reacts to movies," Raven raised her voice. "You're built like an alien, so it's no surprise that you don't understand and--" Jean Luc rolled his eyes at her seemingly endless rant, then before he gave himself a chance to reconsider, he shut her up. His lips on hers. It did the trick flawlessly.

In the moonlit forest, the Alpha and Alora engaged in a secret, passionate dance away from prying eyes and their pack's demands. A deep voice filled with desire rumbled like thunder in the night. "To me, you are the passion that flows through my veins, the intense desire that drives me. I long to have you, Alora, with an insatiable desire." She silently invited him with parted lips, her sultry gaze fixed on him. "You're the storm that ignites my senses. Your touches and kisses fuel my fantasies," she said in a seductive voice. In a world of forbidden love and thrilling action, Alora finds herself in a heart-pounding love triangle while seeking justice for her sister's tragic death. She's torn between mysterious Alpha Cassian and Lucien, her soulmate from a rival pack, and her choices either unite or divide the werewolf packs. As their enemy Orion seeks revenge, her journey reveals a world of mysteries. Ultimately, the conflict demonstrates that even the most chilling secrets can't withstand the destructive power of love, as affection, loyalty, and her unwavering spirit take center stage.

She was the calm to the fire in his veins and he was the storm to the darkness in her soul. Best friends, Amira Verlice, the future beta and Soren Delmont, the future Alpha have been marked by fate woven by the wolves around them. They are two unsuspecting wolves who discover they are fated mates in a world where the word "true mates" is buried in the pages of history books. Things take a dark turn when Amira is forced to make the cruel choice between love and the future of her destiny. What decision will Amira make? Will she stay and fight beside her mate or make a tough decision that may break their bond while giving room for enemies threatening to destroy the world as they know it?

Grace White, a weak werewolf with cowardly alpha blood that runs through her veins, is an obedient daughter that strives to stay out of her father’s way and pay her stepmom's hospital fees. Though living with an abusive father, Gracey always finds the time to stop and appreciate life and the joy of being alive. However, when her stepmom’s hospital fees begin to triple, her stresses begin to consume every ounce of joy she has left. Being a girl who lives a life grounded on morals, the thought of selling herself as a house maiden/servant, as her father suggested, to earn enough money, sounds absurd at first. Yet when there seems to be no other option, and her mom’s life hangs in the balance, she decides to sell herself in the largest and most esteemed auction that El Salvador hoists every year. Her mixed feelings towards the auction become subdued, as the moon Goddess gifts her the person she has always dreamt of having. But will he accept her, or hurt her much more than life itself? …but whatever he chooses to do, he needs to remember that: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

The first born son of the Laird to the largest clan on the boarder is one of three identical triplets. But nobody really knows which one was born first! So who will rule? The king will decide. Or will he? To keep peace in the highlands and unite the boarder lands the king feels all three men must have a clan to rule. Since all three are unwed, he chooses brides for them that will result in each of the triplets having a clan to rule and a wife to create heirs with. Assuming the laird named his first son after himself, the king weds Griogair to the second daughter of the clan to the west. He and Eliana would stay on MacInnis land, uniting it through marriage with the MacDonald clan that stretched from their boarder to the west coast. He wed the remaining brothers to clans that had only women as direct heirs. Padraig to the widow Fraiser and Alasdair to the young Isobel whose father owned the land on the east coast. But the men have other ideas. This is a game the men have played since they were small. Padraig tosses a silver coin and his brother's nod, instantly swapping identities as smoothly as taking a step. Will anyone notice they have each chosen their own wife? Just as nobody knows which son was first born, few can tell them apart. Certainly not the emissary or clergy sent by the king! But when the truth comes to light, will it all unravel?

My family home accidentally catches on fire, and my father risks his life to save my sister. He ends up with severe burns and urgently needs a blood transfusion to save his life. I'm not in the vicinity, so I ask my fiancé to help. He tells me the hospital doesn't have enough blood stored and mobilizes the city's blood banks—he does it to save my sister, who only has minor burns. Leonard Gallagher shows up when I'm at my most desperate. He takes 600ml of my blood and rushes back to my hometown. Meanwhile, I pass out by the roadside due to severe blood loss. When I wake up, Leonard tells me my father has died due to significant blood loss. I'm disfigured after knocking my head on a sharp rock. He holds my bandaged face tenderly and tells me he'll use his life to make it up to me. After three years of marriage, I'm six months pregnant when I lose consciousness and need to be rescued. That's when I overhear Leonard's conversation with a doctor. "It's been three years. Can we do the skin grafting procedure again? Zoe needs it for her cosmetic surgery." "Mrs. Gallagher has recovered very well, so it's okay to proceed with the procedure. However, even if she's Ms. Lore's sister, there's still a chance of rejection." "Her blood already flows in Zoe's veins—what does the skin matter? It's already the second time, anyway." It turns out the help I've given on the brink of death only leads to Zoe Lore's enhanced beauty. To Leonard, I'm nothing but a source of flesh and blood for Zoe. I'm tired. I think it's time to be reunited with my father.