Infinite Dragon

In a world filled with corrupt leaders and chaotic times can love overcome and reform a broken Kingdom? Aria Primrose, a lowly Celestial farm girl, is drafted into the Alliance Military Academy, due to finding herself in the unique position of bonding to one of the only two dragon familiars in the realm. In order to overcome the challenges of the academy she must unite with the surly assistant teacher, Xavier Knight, and his even surlier dragon familiar. Will they be able to pull back the layers of deception and corruption to find the truth or will they be buried right alongside it?

Lucifron was one of the best friends of Hanna, the daughter of Boris, the Dragon King of the Southern Clan. Emotionless and stoic-faced, his only ambition was to follow in his father\'s footsteps and become the next General of King Boris's troops. An invitation to attend an Alpha title change party coming from his friend Ryan's pack, leads him to leave Dragons Island for the first time in his life and to find his fireheart in one of the guests, Gary, the Red River Pack's Alpha. A dragon and a werewolf was something he didn't think was worthy of a future General, but the attraction of the flame that would complete his heart and knowing that that man would be his only chance for love during his long dragon life, makes him avoid turning his back. Would Gary be able to prove to Lucifron that a werewolf heart could burn bright too? Can a wolf's heart contain the flame that will complete Lucifron's heart? Is he really able to be his firehart?

The war between the Sullivan and Blackwell dragon clans has raged for centuries. Now it’s time for the war to come to an end. King Marcus Sullivan wants to combine the clans in order to secure the treaty, and the best way to do that is by mating his daughter, Leah, to a member of the Blackwell clan. The problem is, Leah doesn’t want a mate. She definitely doesn’t want a mate who is an overbearing, narcissistic dragon from the Blackwell clan. But she doesn’t have a choice if she wants to help secure the treaty and save her clan. Then she meets Ray. The alpha wolf makes Leah feel alive for the first time in her life. Suddenly, mating and spending the rest of her life with Ray is all she can think about. But Ray is not a dragon, and mating with him won’t solve her clan’s dilemma. So, what’s a girl to do when the fate of her clan is no longer the most important thing in her life?

He was a caged dragon burning with a fire for pleasure. She was sent to tame him— but she played his fire like a song. Elaina walked into the dungeon with a harp, a plan, and no intention of surrender. Drake expected another temptress. What he got was a challenge wrapped in silk and steel. "Touch me again like that," he growled, "and I won't stop until you're mine—in every form." What happens when a dragon and a human join forces—not just to conquer their enemies, but to survive the storm between and within them? Warning: This tale is not for the faint of heart. It’s raw, it’s explicit, and it’s dripping with heat. Are you over eighteen? Are you ready to step into the fire and face what these chapters hold? Then click—if you dare.

On New Year's Eve, my husband, Max Davis, took me to a private dinner hosted by a big industry player. We had barely made our way around the room when a strange woman suddenly shoved me into the pool. When I insisted on checking the surveillance footage and calling the police, Max firmly held me back. He warned me to "remember my place" and not embarrass him in front of everyone. In the brief time I changed into another gown, I returned to find that same woman perched on my husband's lap, her red lipstick leaving traces on his collar. "Max, you're right! That nasty scar on her stomach really does look like a centipede. It's so hideous!" She giggled with mock innocence, adding, "It's been so fun messing with your wife. Next time, can I slap her when no one's looking?" Meanwhile, Max gazed at her like she was the only woman in the world, gently tracing his finger over her nose. "Of course, you can," he replied, eyes still locked on hers. "I'll even tie her hands behind her back for you."

My husband's childhood friend says she wants her crystal beads to soak up some of the good luck in our home. Because of that, he scatters the beads on the floor, making me slip and miscarry. I'm in agony as I lie on the operating table. I call my husband incessantly, but all he does is block my number. I lie in the hospital ward after the operation. I see my husband's childhood friend's social media update—a photo of him worshipfully holding out a certificate while getting down on one knee. It's captioned, "He loves me so much! I said I'm interested in running a business and he actually set up a company for me!" On the day of the branch company's grand opening, my husband's childhood friend wears an expensive custom-made gown. Meanwhile, I wear her discarded goods. I'm barred from even entering the building. I suppress my bitterness and call my lawyer. "Are the divorce procedures done?"

On our wedding anniversary, my husband has his intern put on the custom-made wedding gown he prepared for me. "You wouldn't have looked good in a wedding gown with your baby bump, anyway. She's saving us trouble by wearing the gown for you. Think about how kind she is!" Before I can rebuke him, an earthquake happens. I lose my balance and fall to the floor. Instantly, I feel moisture on my legs. At the same time, my husband received a call from his intern. "There are so many frogs here, Mr. Quinn. I'm so scared…" My husband turns to leave, but I grab his pant leg. "Ethan, I—" "It's just a minor earthquake—the ground barely even shook. Don't make a mountain out of a molehill. Didn't you hear Chloe crying because she was so scared? Can't you be sympathetic?" He ignores the blood pooling around me and hurries off to comfort Chloe Bennett. That night, they share a passionate kiss under a sky full of fireworks. Meanwhile, my child dies in my belly. It's a pretty good way to end things. Someone like Ethan Quinn doesn't deserve to have his own children.

Twin Alphas' Celestial Luna is the second book of the Twin Alphas trilogy. If you haven't read the first book, Twin Alphas' Abused Mate, I would recommend reading that first as this story follows on directly. Pine Lake pack is on the verge of war to save their way of life and their pack from long time nemesis and Alpha of the neighbouring pack, Alpha Kendrick. With the help of Witches, a half millennium old Vampyre and the knowledge of the existence of powerful Dragons, the fierce Twin Alphas of Pine Lake and their gifted Celestial Luna might just stand a chance of surviving the war that has been prophesised to change the world. If the fates and Moon Goddess would only stop dealing them devastating after , they might be able to find the last piece of the ultimate battle plan. Liberty has already overcome so much, only to be knocked back down in the final hours. The return of her mates' sister brings about a new era for Pine Lake pack and alters their course to a degree nobody is prepared for. A journey of ascending Alphas, controversial mates, secret societies, heart ache, promise and hope.

The night before my wedding, my mom got into a car accident—she needed a blood transfusion, fast. Her blood type was rare. Mine matched. I was pregnant, but I didn't think twice. I donated. While I was bleeding out, losing my baby, my fiancé, Joffrey Habsburg, and his brother—my so-called childhood friend—Mateo, were busy holding Nancy's hand during her cosmetic surgery. I begged Joffrey to save my mom. Only then did he bother to pick up a scalpel. When it was over, he said, "Surgery failed. She's gone." Two days later, I overheard Nancy purring through the door, wrapped around the Habsburg brothers. "Mateo really is a racer—he hit that old hag dead on. And Joffrey? You were amazing too, making sure she didn't survive the surgery. Thanks to you both, I got Lori's blood for my operation."

After failing the mission, the System gave me one final chance, and to succeed, I had to give birth to a child. The System promised that if the baby were born safely, it would reveal the truth to my target and give me one last glimmer of hope. However, six months into my pregnancy, just when things seemed stable, I was dragged onto an operating table in the middle of the night by my husband and family. My husband stopped the anesthesiologist from giving me any pain relief. “Let her feel the pain,” he said coldly. “We need to keep the kidneys as fresh as possible.” My parents instructed the doctor to draw my blood. “She’s the same blood type as our precious girl. Let’s take some for backup.” Even my childhood friend, the boy who had always been by my side, was the one to slice open my abdomen.  They wanted my kidneys to save my sister, who was dying from kidney failure. No one believed I was pregnant. No matter how much I begged, they went ahead with the operation, tearing me open. The baby couldn’t survive, and I died on that operating table. However, as my soul began to fade away, something strange happened. Those who had murdered me—my husband, my parents, my so-called friend—they all lost their minds.