Romans & histoires Legacies God

Alpha Zayn was cursed at birth for his father’s sins. He is powerful but lonely, beautiful yet unloved. A dark shadow follows him everywhere. His inner beast is always hungry, demanding a blood sacrifice every full moon. For years, young women were sent to him, but none ever survived the night until Ariana Whitestone.

My wife, Cassia, was a wood nymph. A cursed one. Forbidden to love mortals. But she fell for me anyway. Every time her heart fluttered for me, the gods struck her down with agony. She willingly endured that torture ninety-nine times just for a chance to be with me. Then, demons dragged me to Tartarus. Hellfire and whips became my sun and moon. Right as I was about to break, I remembered a prayer Cassia taught me—a desperate whisper to the gods. It finally worked. But instead of help, I heard Cassia talking to her patron goddess, Hecate. "Cassia, how could you bargain with the Furies? You let them drag Aiden to Tartarus!" Cassia's voice choked with desperate tears. "Adonis was supposed to suffer this fate. But he's a fragile mortal. This would destroy his soul! I had no choice if I wanted to save him." "Aiden is a child of prophecy. His soul is strong. The Fates watch over him. He'll survive." "Once I save Adonis, I can stay in the mortal realm forever. Then, I'll use my eternal life and all my love to repay the hell he's enduring for me." My heart shattered. As the monsters closed in on me, I stopped fighting. I gave up.

Jane has one goal: to escape. She is tired of being beaten and belittled by her pack. In a world where wolves are ruthless and feared by the human race, she desperately wishes to get away. Just when she thinks she may finally be free of her abuse, one man turns her whole world upside down. Lucas has been avoiding his title of King of the Wolves, fighting his father to keep the title as long as possible. When sudden sickness forces Lucas to step up to the plate, he runs across the most peculiar woman he has ever met during an inspection of a pack. She is cold as ice, distant and silent, and he wonders what he could do to break those walls apart.

Father Khatri is a man of God, truly and wholly, he's given his life to loving God and spreading his word until Matthew McPherson walks through the crumbling doors of his old church. Beautiful and achingly pure, Matthew is a temptation Khatri can't banish, no matter how many prayers he chokes out, or how tightly he grips his crucifix. When the boy's family summons him for an exorcism, Khatri goes, armed with holy water and a weak resolve, only to find such temptation even the strongest of minds couldn't resist. What starts as an exorcism unravels into a collision of guilt and lust, as the priest vows crumble in the face of a sin too delicious to resist. In a town that fears the devil, the true possession is the one tying their souls together....and it's a bond no rite can break.

David was a sad champ, a mess, and an academic genius. By genius, I mean an A+, no effort type of a genius. He is that child that every parent kneels and prays to God to have. You know them, those that society admires. And are held closest to heart. But he was still human.

“God—” “Not God,” he muttered against my neck, biting the skin there. “Me. Say my name.” “Dorian!” I cried, back arching. “That’s it.” He stroked faster, his thumb teasing over the tip, slicking me up. “Good boy. Take it.” Ezra Monroe was raised to be pure. The perfect choir boy. Twenty-two and untouched—soft voice and eyes that have never looked too long at sin. But one man ruins everything. Father Dorian Vale. The moment his eyes meet Ezra’s, something snaps. And a good boy learns how to kneel for the wrong man. He was supposed to guide him to heaven. Instead, he’s teaching him how to sin. He’s not here to save Ezra. He’s here to ruin him. Slowly. Until every prayer sounds like his name.

"Do I seem like an idiot to you princess?" he sassed taking another agonizingly slow step towards me. "N-no." I stuttered out a blabbering mess, unable to think straight with his sudden closeness. "Do I have to show who you belong to again Bella?" "I-don't know." I whispered out too far gone within the eyes of the silver eyed God like boy standing before me. "Then why do you defy me princess, or is it that you want me to punish you?" I was trapped within his beautiful orbs unable to register the utter madness he just voiced, the word fell off my lips almost breathless begging for him to take me. "Yes" His lips curved to the side showing his God forbidden mischievous smirk of his. I had just now registered the consequences of my stupidity.

Done checking me out yet, babe?” The godlike man with tattoos covering his muscular forearms asks me with a teasing smirk on his face. "No fair, Miles is hogging her. The name's Beckett, Darling," He said with his deep baritone voice that had my core clenching. "My turn," came another deep gorgeous voice, sounding more sensual than the last. "Hey, Princess." He said, whisking me away from Beckett, "The name's Aphelion." Aphelion grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his beautiful green eyes. "I can still make your insides burn with want for me." He said once he pulled back, grinning at me, a dimple appearing on his cheek, "By the way, I'm Samael." Katrina was left at an orphanage as an infant, on her 18th birthday she gets a vague letter from her birth mother, that doesn’t go into much detail on why her parents abandon her, just that there was a danger lurking, and Katrina had to disappear. On her 21st birthday Katrina’s best friends take her to the Popular club Hecate where her life turns upside down. One minute she’s having fun getting drunk, the next she’s blasting a pervert on his ass with some unknown power that just blasted out of her hands. Now Katrina is stuck attending school with a bunch of demigods and four very attractive very dangerous gods, who have all staked a claim on her. Katrina must learn how to control this new power of hers, avoid the demigoddess who she has somehow angered by her existence, figure out what the danger is her mother’s letter warned her about, all while juggling four very dominating gods.

A dare on her birthday night had made Kristen's life rush to an unexpected direction. She just wanted a happy one-night stand which might give her a cute baby. But god! Why that mysterious handsome man suddenly turned out to be her new boss?

On the night of her graduation, Annabelle's life spirals out of control after a one-night stand with a stranger in a luxury hotel. Haunted and humiliated, she flees—only to be accused of infidelity by her boyfriend Brian, who breaks her heart by proposing to her stepsister. What Annabelle doesn't know is that the man she ran from is none other than Richard Barton, a ruthless billionaire with a thirst for revenge against the Hamiltons—her family. Years later, Annabelle is forced into becoming Richard’s mistress without realizing he's the man from her past. Richard, too, is unaware that she’s the mysterious woman who left him wanting after that night. When her heartbreaking truth surfaces—that she has a secret son, Alan, battling leukemia—it shatters the walls around Richard’s heart. And the twist? Alan is Richard’s biological child. As Annabelle and Richard begin to repair the pieces of their fractured relationship, enemies lurk in the shadows—Britney, who longs to replace Annabelle in Richard’s life; and Samuel, Annabelle’s father, with his own selfish motives. A vicious trap tears them apart again, forcing Annabelle to leave with her son while carrying Richard’s second child. From painful misunderstandings and ruthless betrayal to secret revelations and hidden family legacies, His Mistress, His Redemption is a rollercoaster of passion, revenge, and healing. In the end, love fights through chaos—but will it win?