Martial Gods Space

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.

"Jade!" He said in a commanding voice. "You want me to be a princess and set me up for price. But dad, you don't get it." She paused. "I belong to the other side of the tale, I love Dragon!" She shouted at her father and  turned around to walk away. Her words skipped the breath of a person. A person who never thought someone might love what he is. Yes, he is a dragon. A tragic accident during his childhood gave him a new life, a life gifted by the dragons. He owns their power which saved him from death, but the same power distanced him from the world of today. A century with flying planes would never accept a flying dragon; that is what he thought until a loud and clear voice declared her love towards dragons. ~~~~~ "I don't know you." Jade pushed him back.. He regret to accept her offer. He never thought this is how they would meet. And now his task was the hurdle between them. He took a step towards her one after another. She gazed at him in confusion. Wiping out the space between them, he stood exactly in front of her. As she looked at him, his face changed. Her eyes widened at the familiar face. She gulped and stepped back. "Why you?" she said in a low voice. ******* Jade Shaw Halston, a rebellious daughter of a great business man. Love is what she crave for while her father wants money. Alden Ryuu Greyson, a man with the power of a dragon, who fell for the person for the first time ever in his life just because she loves dragons. Will their love succeed or hunt by the tracker?A mysterious tracker that no one knows.

If happiness is a gift. Then Cameron Stanton is my Santa Claus. I can’t tell you the exact moment I fell in love with him. Only that I did. With every glance, every touch, every minute…. he stole a little more of me. They say that all men are created equal. Well that’s a blatant lie! I know because I met Gods gift to women in Vegas, I pretended he was my husband to get rid of another man.

"Doesn't it bother you?" I blurted out right there and then, having been asking myself that question since the night we slept together. I was curious, but I'd been obviously avoiding him. "What? That you're the heir to the Siren-" "That I'm trans," I said. I could care less about what he think of me being a Sirenio by blood. "T-That I'm a trans...man," "Does it bother you that I'm bisexual?" he asked me. I hadn't expected that response. Not when I'm having mixed feelings about all of this. "Does it?" he probed, closing what's left of the space between. His scent and warmth envelopes me as I'm caged between him and the sink. I shook my head. "Use your words, Miles," he said running his finger over my bottom lip. I shuddered at the sensation it brought to my body. "You were so good with those, that night," I sucked in a sharp breath. I looked away, and his touch disappeared immediately. "It was a mistake," I whispered, my heart racing. "What...happened was a-" "I don't do mistakes, Miles," Mr Stark said guiding my eyes back to his. "You should know that by now," I let out a shaky breath when his thumb found my bottom lip again. "Does it bother you that I want to fuck you right now?"

Skye Harris, a 24-year-old with nothing to her name except an old Subaru wagon and now a gothic style Victorian home that she bought at a Memphis house auction. She is determined to rebuild her life after wasting 6 years in an abusive relationship. While working on renovations of her new home, she begins to feel another presence. Jesse Martin has been alone in his old family home for some time. Some families have come and gone. Even some businesses as well. However, when a dark-haired beauty enters through the front door of his home, he is surprised to find that she can see and touch him. The two occupants of this old Victorian home begin to form a connection that bridges the space between the world of the living and the spirit world.

Maya spent her entire life in a coma, afflicted by a rare condition that weakened her powers. Born into a powerful family, she was never expected to live a normal life — only to survive as long as possible through her parents’ unwavering love. Against all odds, Maya awakens. But her return to life sparks envy in her sister, who tries to end her destiny before it even begins. In the midst of betrayal, Maya is saved by Kan — the supreme Alpha, a hybrid of gods and wolves, and the most powerful being among all the clans. Bound to him as her destined mate, Maya now faces an impossible challenge: How can someone so fragile earn a place beside someone so powerful? In a world ruled by strength, destiny, and ambition, Maya must find the courage not only to survive, but to fight for her own future.

“I know exactly who you are,” I whispered. He took a step forward and I took one back until my back hit the wall barely leaving any space between us. His eyes bore into mine,“Then tell me.” “You are the Demon wolf.” “And yet you dare to defy me?” His tone was almost playful, but there was an edge to it that made the hair on body stand. “Yes,” I swallowed hard. “I dare.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Melody stands up to Carmine Moreno, the ruthless mafia werewolf lord, to save her father's life, she never imagined the dangerous path it would lead her down. Bound by a desperate deal, she becomes Carmine's 'pet' for a year, thrown into a world where power, betrayal, and passion collide. Carmine's presence sets her soul on fire, his touch sparking a desire she never knew existed. Yet, as she navigates her new life, she finds herself drawn to Carmine's close friend, Luther a man whose loyalty to the alpha is as strong as his surprising kindness to her. Amidst this confusion, Melody's hidden powers begin to awaken, powers that Carmine's pack has long wanted to use. As she deals with her growing abilities, she uncovers dark secrets that could destroy everything she cares about. The lines between friend and enemy blur, and Melody must decide who to trust in a world where everyone has their own hidden plans. Caught between Carmine's magnetic charm and the comforting strength of Luther, Melody's heart is torn. With danger lurking everywhere, she must harness her new powers to protect herself. In a story where love, betrayal, and survival are intertwined, Melody is forced to chose. Will she give in to the powerful pull of the mafia lord, or will she end up being consumed?

(Trios Legacies, Book 5) The battle may have been won, but the war is far from over. In Make Believe, the fifth explosive installment of the Trios Legacies series, the next generation of wolves, witches, gods, and hybrids must face the fallout of a broken magical world—and a rising evil that refuses to stay buried. When Josefina delivers a dire prophecy in the midst of childbirth—Lucifer is back—it sets off a chain reaction across realms. Three elite teams are dispatched to the fae courts to secure alliances before it's too late: Sebastián and his sharp-tongued witch partner Phoenix navigate Seelie politics and discover Sebastián’s mate is the king’s outcast granddaughter; Jai and the fiery Violet are ambushed en route to the Unseelie Court, only to discover Jai's fated mate is a guarded selkie with secrets of her own; and Aubrey, dropped into the Shadow Court with a witch she can't stand, ends up hunted by the Wild Hunt and entangled with its dangerously magnetic leader. As magic warps reality and the gods remain trapped in their realms, old enemies and unhealed wounds surface. Portals are failing. Alliances are fraying. The Wild Hunt wants blood. And Lucifer is building an army. With mates to protect, realms to defend, and fate itself unraveling, the heirs of Arcadia must fight like never before—not just to save the world, but to find where they belong in it. Because some wars are fought with weapons. Others, with love. And the hardest ones? Those are fought with truth.

“It’s her I want”. Aurelius, the ruthless alpha of the Crescent Pack was pointing directly at me. His eyes, piercing and intense, locked onto mine in a challenging manner. Seraphine Everhart’s family had been massacred when she was barely six years during a pack war between her pack and the Nightshade Pack. Aurelius Vortigen, the alpha of the most ancient and feared Crescent Pack is cold, cruel and didn’t have a problem living up to his title as the ‘Ferocious Alpha’ even when Seraphine waltzed into his life. Seraphine who was lucky to survive and work as a slave in the Nightshade Pack had everything she needed, a decent boyfriend, a woman that loved her like a daughter and amazing friends but when the alpha plans to form an alliance with the Crescent Pack, everything she had spent 15 years building came crashing down from the storm of Aurelius’ presence. She hated him from their first meeting and when he selected her as a gift, she rejected him as her mate. He also didn’t want her, but he didn’t want to let her go. Suspending on an empty space, that was how he kept her, a pawn in a game she never wanted to play. “I, Seraphine Everhart, reject you as my mate”, my voice was firm and loud. Enough for Aurelius to hear, but not quite enough for him to take me seriously. He let out a cold laugh that made me flinch in fear. Then he finally said, “I, Aurelius Vortigen, alpha of the Crescent Pack, do not accept your rejection.” “Don’t you get it love, you’re mine and you can’t let go of me that easily”. On saying that, he grabbed my chin firmly and smashed his lip against mine.