Energy In Godrics Hollow

I wish my husband were dead. I married him to save someone I loved. Now I’ve been trapped in this loveless marriage for years. He parades his mistresses right in front of me. Strikes me if I say something he doesn’t like. When he’s away on one of his business trips, I head to a bar to blow off steam. My intention is to go home alone, but that changes when I see him, the sexiest man ever. He buys me a drink. Stares at me in a way my husband never has—or any man ever. He doesn’t say much, but when he does, it’s all the right things. Asks if he can take me home, and I want to scream my answer at the top of my lungs. But I decide to tell him the truth instead. “I’m married.” My husband isn’t faithful to me, but he’s dangerous. Dangerous, as in, he kills people. Lots of people. “And my husband is someone you don’t want to cross…” “I’m not someone you want to cross either.” His stare doesn’t falter with the information. On his right hand is a diamond ring, carved into a human skull. Built like an ox, he looks like he could be dangerous too. The energy he emits from his strong body is subtly hostile, but not directed at me. “Let’s go, sweetheart.” I should say no—but I don’t think I can.

“Stay away from me.” If he didn't want to agree to this divorce, I was going to make him. Killian, however, staggered, brushing his thumb over his wound. At the sight of his blood he burst into laughter. “My dear wife. You have taken up a new habit.” Rolling his tongue over the bottom of his lips, he nodded attentively. “Bite, stab, hit me, but you are mine.” All the energy drained as I panted. “I hate you.” He smiled. “Good. You feel something for me." *** On the last day of her mate’s burial ritual, Freya was executed by Alpha Killian's mistress. She finds herself in heartbreak when she discovers that her mate had left her with nothing—not even her life. Ten years of marriage erased, as if it never happened. After death, she is reborn, three months into her marriage. Determined to avoid future disaster, she filed for divorce against her executioner. Unexpectedly, her mate—Alpha Killian bluntly rejects her request. He is her ruin, yet she is drawn to him. In this life, things seem out of place because her mate is obsessed. Anything she wants, he wants to give…..even his life. Trapped between trauma, desire, and revenge, Freya faces impossible choices. Reconcile with the man who could destroy or save her? Give in to the devoted Gamma who has never left her side? Or… claim them both. Sometimes, one life isn’t enough.

🔥 THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES, POSSESSIVE ALPHA ENERGY, AND INTENSE EMOTIONAL TENSION. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED...Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she’s desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex’s teasing smirk and Sean’s quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn’t know where to turn—or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation. (STEPSERIES PART 1- STEPBROTHER'S PUNISHES ME EVERYNGHT) (STEPSERIES PART 2- STEPUNCLES' ALPHAS PUNISH ME EVERYNIGHT) This is a dark romance—dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore.

In a world where different creatures mingled with humans, despite struggling with the world's hardships, fighting for survival, and attempting to escape the clutches of the night creatures, humans, no matter what they did, always ended up as a tool for survival. On their quest to acquire power, freedom, and wealth, this dark power's only source of survival was through one soul; the soul of a freeborn. This soul, being an embodiment of power, could change anything and everything. Kate Warren was this soul. She was a young, spirited woman whose soul was purer than a dove and was sought by different creatures who would do anything to take everything from her. Her soul was a power treasure for the demons and a great source of energy for the witches, while her blood was the life-sustaining elixir for the night creatures. All these things they sought were the keys to unlocking power. Kate was the only survivor in her town when a massacre took place that caused the deaths of her family. Unknown to her, she was the motive behind the massacre. Her bad days changed for the worst when she got abducted by a demon. Facing the chaos surrounding her and building a strong shield around herself Kate found solace in the arms of the night whisper. The whispers of the night had a certain attraction for her. It always drew her to Clarence Roosevelt, whose name shook her very soul and core, and was also death and life to her. Having discovered that the only person who can lead her into and also away from destruction is herself, will she save herself and others from destruction, or will she be the destruction itself? “All she needed to do was listen to the Night Whispers”.

Running from her abusive father straight into the arms of a werewolf Alpha? Not Cathy Freeman's smartest move. But when Magnus Stone finds her bleeding and broken on his territory, those molten amber eyes promise protection she's never known. Too bad the brooding Alpha is dead-set on keeping his distance—something about everyone he loves ending up dead. Real comforting. Except his dragon spirit didn't get the memo. The ancient power coiled inside him keeps manifesting around her, possessive and protective in ways that make Magnus lose his legendary control. And when Cathy discovers she can feel his dragon even when they're apart? When she starts channeling its energy herself? Yeah, they're both screwed. Her father's made a deal with Magnus's worst enemy, and they're coming for Luna Haven with everything they've got. Magnus can either keep pushing her away and watch his pack burn, or accept what his wolf and dragon have known all along: She's his mate. His weakness. His ultimate weapon. And when an Alpha with a dragon spirit finally claims what's his? The whole damn supernatural world better run. A scorching paranormal romance featuring a possessive Alpha who talks to dragons, a heroine who refuses to be saved, and enough heat to set the forest on fire. Trigger warnings: parental abuse (off-page), graphic violence, and explicit sexual content including possessive fated mate scenes that don't believe in slow burns.

Today was like the day I met him: Me, riding a bicycle and him, walking down the pavement. I grab the handle of the bicycle and watch him as he make his way towards me. I do not know why I feel nervous. A trickle of sweat drip on the side of my face, my heart beat fast and I could hardly breathe. He was meters away, until it grow shorter to a foot and then bam, he bumped into me and we fall down, him on top of me. This felt like a deja vù, like it was our very first encounter. We scurried to get up but ended up bumping our heads together. I glared at him as he got up, He didn't even offer me a hand. He didn’t even give me a second glance. He just passed by me. Not noticing me. Not even looking at me. I let go of the bicycle and turn to face him. I remove the helmet that I was wearing and grip it tightly before screaming, “YAH! My hands curled into a fist and before I know it, the helmet I was holding was already flying towards him.I raise my hand as if to save him but it collided on his head right before I could even react. It sounded a hollow thump and a pronounced groan. His hands made his way to the back of his head as he turn and face me. With those eyes that seem like it was murdering me, he chase me off and I hastily took my bicycle and ran. I couldn’t help but feel happy instead of guilty as he ran after me. This was like before. This was like that summer, that summer I met him.

In the heart of Nightbrae Dominion, where forests are alive and magic pulses through every root and leaf, Aella Wynfell has always felt different. Raised among humans but drawn inexplicably to the living woods, she senses the heartbeat of the forest and communes with its whispered secrets. Yet she has always believed her life would remain quiet and ordinary— until the night the forest called her name. From the shadows emerges Thalen Varynthorn, the Alpha King of Nightbrae, a being as majestic as he is terrifying, his presence commanding the forest itself. When corrupted creatures known as Ferals invade, threatening the fragile balance of the Dominion, Thalen intervenes, saving Aella and binding her fate to his own. He reveals that the forest has chosen her, a human, to calm the growing darkness that stirs in Hollow Glen—the ancient heart of Nightbrae’s magic. Thrown into a world of living trees, glowing moonfire, and ancient curses, Aella must navigate a dangerous path between loyalty to her village and obedience to the forest’s will. She discovers that her bond with Thalen is unlike any other: magnetic, forbidden, and fraught with peril. The forest watches, tests, and sometimes threatens, forcing them closer while hinting at consequences too severe to ignore. As Ferals grow bolder and dark magic seeps deeper into the Dominion, Aella’s courage, wits, and newfound connection to the forest are tested. Every decision could mean life or death—for herself, for Thalen, and for the forest she never imagined she would protect. Bound by prophecy, desire, and the living will of Nightbrae, Aella and Thalen must face the darkness together. Yet the question remains: will their forbidden love save the forest… or destroy them both?

When Autumn encounters the enigmatic and devastatingly handsome Tristan Jordan in downtown Chicago, she quickly realizes he's no ordinary man—he’s a vampire, and he knows who she is. What begins as a chance meeting spirals into an intense and magnetic connection that neither of them can ignore. Autumn soon learns she’s been under surveillance by the vampire world due to her unique bloodline, which may carry untapped magical power. As she and Tristan grow closer, their bond deepens—literally. Through Tristan’s bite, their souls become psychically linked, giving them the ability to communicate without words and feel each other's emotions. But love doesn’t come without shadows. Tristan harbors secrets of his own: a dark past, a chaotic younger brother named Jaiden with dangerous ambitions, and a vampire world divided by ideology. As Autumn moves into a new house with her best friend Jade and begins a new college semester, her life shifts from ordinary to surreal. Vampire politics, ancient bloodlines, and supernatural threats swirl around her. Soon, she’s being stalked by Jaiden, who is obsessed with making her his vampire bride—or worse. As her mystical ancestry begins to awaken, Autumn is drawn into a deeper war: between light and dark, power and purpose, legacy and love. She must learn to control her gifts, guard her heart, and survive the pull of ancient forces that seek to claim her. In the final chapters, Autumn embraces her destiny—not just as Tristan’s beloved, but as a powerful force in her own right. She faces the Hollow, confronts her shadow self, and finds the strength to forgive, love, and transform.

Evangline Carter was prepared to getmarried to the man she loved her entire life, but suddenly, she discovered that her fiance's heart was captured by another woman who was no other than her stepsister. She was humiliated, face slapped, destroyed for loving a man who despised her. She was willing to sacrifice her youth, time, energy, love and heart for that man, but all her good intentions lead to pain and mystery.Trying to drown her sorrow with alcohol after her ruined wedding with her fiance who hooked up with her stepsister. Evangeline unexpectedly had a one night stand with a stranger who turned out to be the rich and powerful Damien Cross.Damien Cross, the king of the Business world, was a man to be feared. A man who was known as the devil as just the sound of his name made people tremble, cold, ruthless, heart of ice, merciless but extremely enticingly handsome.  There was not a single person in this world that dared to offend him. He had avoided many women who tried so hard to gain his attention. That was until his path unexpectedly collided with Evangeline."I need a wife." Damien declared and they both got a marriage license.After so many years of being in pain and heartache, it was now Evanglines turn to witness and experience a love grander than anyone.The smarter, feistier, witter and cunning Evangline who knew how to survive the cruel, backstabbing and harsh upper class society smiled.Challenges will arise, chaos will commence, and a lot of drama will ensue. But then again, what is a love story without interruption? The story of love without any drama is simply just a crush and the story of Eva and Damien was way different than just an ordinary relationship.

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.