Lilith Mark Palm

Julian Alnwick had his life stripped away from him at a young age. Emotions? He had none of those. At least not until he met his mentors, Dimitri and Ambrosia (The King and Queen of his kind). Due to certain unfortunate events and the little fact that he was reborn with the mark of the next King to take the throne, he now has more responsibilities than he had before — albeit controlling his thirst. A Queen to stand by him? That was something he thought of but never pictured himself having. his intellect might have surpassed many but his boyish looks would not be appealing enough to attract someone. So, what happens when he receives a little help from an unlikely source? A little help known as a mate bond, tying him to a werewolf. A Vampire and Werewolf pairing, what could possibly go wrong? (FOUTH BOOK OF THE MATE SERIES! _________________________________ Book will not make sense if you don't read BOOK ONE: P.S. You're my mate, BOOK TWO: She's my mate, BOOK THREE: I'm his mate.

[MATURE CONTENT 21+] I'm not sure if I'm here, at the moment, I don't know if I'm screaming or begging him to stop as the weight of his hands on my back feels more apparent. Maybe I'm just helplessly drowning in my despair with only silent tears running down my face. Nothing matters because even my mind could not wander off and protect me for long enough to silently surrender to a horrific situation. "You lied to me, You lied to me! You said you wouldn't do this if I " The words slip away as I sob and cry out in pain. "Hm..”" Alejandro lets out a breathless chuckle, "I did?"One of his hands leaves my hip, reaching down to wrap around my throat, forcing my back into an arch so I'm faced with the reflection of myself in the mirror. It is so I can watch the deranged, lustful look in his eyes as he roughly thrusts himself in and out of me while choking me against his hand at my throat.This is cruel. This is disgusting. This is shameful. But it makes Alejandro smile in pleasure, in pride, that he's able to break me and bend me into his will. "I believe I said that I was fine if you wanted to wait, " he admits. "However, I never said how long. "The reflection of myself in the mirror is someone unrecognisable; she's broken, and angry. I can see my eyes darken in misery, in hatred. The mirror also provides me with Alejandro's expression, filled with contentment and satisfaction. "I HATE YOU," I spit out with every inch of dignity that I may have left. The statement left no mark on Alejandro, instead, he thrusts into me harder, making me cry out but I didn't care, not anymore.

I had waited for him for eight years. I thought I was the love of his life. I thought waiting so long for him to takeover his pack would prove to him my love. But her pictures filled his laptop when he had none of me. I was just a joke to him and his pack. But not anymore. Instead of getting bound to him, it is best to set him free. So l left and he lost his mind trying to find me.

"You owe me, Isabel. I married you just for revenge." Emerson's cold voice cut through me. The man I loved betrayed me in the most ruthless way imaginable. In his heart, I was never more than a shadow of his first love, Lilith—the woman who destroyed my life. After the heartbreak of losing my baby, the diagnosis of a malignant tumor was another cruel blow. But Emerson wasn't done. He delivered one final, devastating strike: my father, now in a vegetative state, might have committed an unforgivable crime. The weight of it all nearly crushed my will to live. Yet when I finally walked away, Emerson became desperate to win me back. But why? Wasn’t this exactly what he wanted all along?

“I know you want me in jail, but I want you in my bed.” Every man and woman Ángel meets disappears. Their severed finger arrives first, like a pretty little Christmas gift, wrapped in silk and presented in box filled with silent promises from his stalker. Castle, Mafia heir. Executioner. Obsessed beyond reason. He doesn’t send threats. He sends bodies. Because no one touches what belongs to him. No one tastes what he’s claimed. And if they try? They bleed for it. At sixteen, Ángel Di Cristina lost everything. His father—an FBI agent—was closing in on the Mafia when a brutal massacre left his parents dead. But that night, one masked man went rogue. He killed his own allies, marked Ángel with a scar, and disappeared. For years, Ángel hunted him. And now, he’s closer than ever. But Castle doesn’t play by rules. He never had. What he wanted, he got. He bends Ángel, fills his whole life with the thought of him. He whispers filthy things against his throat while pressing a knife to his pulse. Run? Hide? Fight? Useless. Because Castillo doesn’t just want to own Ángel. He wants to ruin him. And the worst part? Ángel is ready to let him.

Dave Mitaka takes the Defiant family's prettiest daughter for a bribe in place of a debt owed by the family. Lita, the bride elopes a night before her wedding, leaving her elder sister, the not so pretty Reed, to suffer the consequences. "You'll pay for this Reed. Mark my words, you'll suffer the consequences!"

I am a human, but my boyfriend is a werewolf. During a date, I discovered that he cheated on me. Disillusioned, I rushed to the bar to drown my sorrows in alcohol but accidentally ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger and was marked by him. I thought my life was going to be completely dark from that point on, but I never expected that the man would turn out to be a powerful alpha. It was like a wide net slowly closing in on us in the darkness. Ever since I found out that I was pregnant, the fate of us was deeply entangled individuals...

“This is forbidden, Asael….”she uttered, making him clench his jaw. “This is wrong,” once again she repeated those same exact words to him which had destroyed his life 3 years ago brutally. “Why is this wrong, Ezrene? Because I am your fucking stepbrother?” He seethed out at her, slamming her against his sinewy body. “Why is this forbidden because my fucking father is going to marry your mother?” he spat at her. “But as far as I could remember….” He thrusted his face dangerously closer to hers. “You had let this stepbrother of yours get closer to you to that extent where you had fucking conceived with his child,” those words of his numbed her very existence completely. “That same exact child of mine which you killed with your own hands before I even got to know about its existence,” that utterly venomous pain flashed in his eyes which teared her up more, making him press his forehead against hers. “Your dad will kill you for this, Asael,” A lethal smirk formed on his face at her words. “You think I am afraid of him and my death?” He asked her while lifting his hands up to palm her face. “If I would have been afraid of my father and my death then I wouldn't have abducted you from you altar, in front of your fucking would-be husband, my father and the whole world, bella,”wiping her eyes, he pushed his face closer to hers. “Because we both know you're just mine, mi bella,” he pressed his lips against hers, causing her soul to break by finding herself trapped in the arms of her love and…… What brutality this love of hers was going to make her endure because she was in love with HER OBSESSED STEPBROTHER?

Lycan's are the superior species and the most powerful supernatural beings alive. They are faster, stronger, and much more powerful than an average wolf or a vampire. Logan Harris is a 27-year-old pure-blooded Lycan with alpha genes and so is his twin, Leo. Hera Wilson is a 21-year-old she-wolf. When she turns 18, she tried to run away from the called her pack. That's when she met Logan. Instead of her for trespassing, he protects her. He is one of those rare Lycans who has magical abilities. With his abilities, he casts a protection spell on Hera which leaves a mark near the nape of her neck. After 3 years, Logan and Hera meet again. But this time, she is his twin Leo's fiancee. Jealousy like he never experienced before begins to burn hot in his veins. .......... "Logan please let me go" Hera begs him. He is not touching her, but his proximity is making her body burn hotter than a live wire. "No. The moment you accepted my mark on your body is the moment you became mine. Stop this farce of a marriage. if you don't, I will. You know it will not be pretty once I step in" he warned her. "I like Leo. Why don't you understand that and move on? He is your brother" she protested with frustration. Logan erased the distance between their bodies until his lips are grazing hers. "You like him baby girl, but you love me. My mark would have been gone as soon as you got engaged to him if you love him. Leo is my brother, that's why I am protecting him from future heartache" he said looking straight into her eyes. ............ Whom will she choose? When the secrets about her mother begin to unravel, who will protect her?

I could hear everything, even with my poor vision. I could hear their horrified gasps and the curses they rained on me. ‘She’s a murderer!’ ‘A pack slut and now a murderer! She needs to leave! We can’t live in fear in our own pack!’ Their curses overshadowed my pleas. This isn’t me—I don’t kill. I would never kill one of my own. I staggered toward where Killain stood—he was shocked. He agreed with them. “Please help me, Killain,” I begged, but he only stared. “You have brought shame to this pack, Samantha,” Killain began. “Tonight was an amazing day—a celebration for the Blood Rose Pack. You give me no choice…” “No, no, please don’t do this to me again. I’m hurt, I’m hurt…please help—” “I, Killain Black, Alpha of the Blood Rose Pack, banish you, Samantha Forbes, from the Blood Rose Pack. You have done nothing but bring shame and disgrace to this pack, and from now on, you will not be associated with Blood Rose.” The pain wasn’t torture—my mate rejecting and banishing me on the same night was torture. I fell to the ground and clutched his robe. “Please, don’t chase me away.” The guards dragged me out of the crowd and deeper into the woods. “This is where you belong! Disgrace!” They dropped me roughly and left. I staggered and tried to get up with the little strength I had left. My eyes landed on the red stain flooding the front of my dress. No, please. My stomach twisted, and I screamed in pain. My babies—not my babies, please. I can’t lose them—they’re the only thing I have left. I need to live. I can’t die—after everything.