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Fang There was blood dripping down my fingers. Hot, thick blood. It made a scorching line as it dripped across my hand and down my arm. Like acid. And just like acid, it burnt a mark on my soul. How many men had there been before the one before me? Honestly, I couldn’t remember. Too many over the years. Hell, there had been too many in the last few months. This was just the latest in a long line. A very long line.

Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

The guard opened it and motioned for her to step inside. Catalina hesitated before entering. The room was larger and more opulent than anything she had ever seen. A grand four-poster bed, draped in dark, velvety fabrics, dominated the space. Heavy curtains filtered the night from the windows, and a plush rug softened the polished wood floor. A small fireplace crackled in the corner, casting a warm glow over the dark, luxurious furniture. But even with all its splendor, the room felt like a golden prison. The door locked behind her with a soft click, and she was alone—alone in enemy territory, surrounded by people who saw her as nothing more than collateral damage in a war she never asked to

It all starts with the A Black River Pack Series: Book 1: His Brother’s Mate/A Black River Pack Yule Book 2: Hell Hounds Book 3: Serving the Alpha at His Whim Book 4: Second Chance for the Alpha Future books may come for this series. Big City Wolves Book 1: My CEO Alpha Book 2: In the Chains of the Alpha Future books to come for this series. Standalone Novels Passions Rising: A Forbidden Vampiric Love Story Poor Unfortunate Wolf Ebony’s Pack: Fated to the Ranger Wolves (Continuation to Poor Unfortunate Wolf) Wolves at the Lycan’s Door The Rogue & the Rose Other Fantasy Novels:

I wonder how they’d feel on mine. I don't imagine Arson would be a gentle lover. Instead, I imagine him to be more like a wildfire, engulfing and consuming any lover in his path. The thought brings a flush of heat to my cheeks and my body. I squeeze my thighs together as if that might relieve the ache settling low in my core. Why am I thinking about what kind of lover Arson would be?

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

J & His Unexpected Mate Book 1 Beta Boone: The Ruthless Beta Book 2 Gamma Toombs: The Faithful Foot Soldier Book 3 Delta Jazzy's Secret Mate Book 4 The Academy Series Tiberius: The Silent Alpha Book 1 Mace: The Problematic Jock Book 2 Julias: The Rogue King's Son Book 3 Headmaster's Pet Book 4 Raelyn's Mistake Book 5 The Next Generation Series Princess Rykaa & Her Mates Book 1 Princess Autumn & Her Unexpected Mate Book 2 Prince M.J. The Black Sheep Book 3 Logan and His Twin Mates Book 4 An Unusual Mating of Princess Arielle Book 5 Rebellious Prince Kyvar and His Unique Mates Book 6 Prince Orion and His Special Mate Book 7 Tyrie & Thorne's Warrior Mates Book 8 Harper: The Lost Fae Princess Bo

I smiled, pointing to one with a black wolf staring out with red eyes. “I prefer none. They aren't real.” Ryan drawled. “It's why they're called Fantasy,” I rolled my eyes, “what do you read then? Only non fiction?” “Nah. I read both. But I prefer Thrillers and action. You know, martial arts and gun shooting.” He turned to me with two fingers aimed at my neck, “pew pew.” I laughed, “Right. Bad guy kills good guys family and good guy goes after bad guys and single handedly kills ‘em all.” I groaned.

Vampires and Lycans never got along, Why? Because of an ancient war that started before you... Before me, before my kind, and now we're the ones left to fight it, carrying on centuries of a hostile blood war. Caught in the middle of it, are pesky humans... beautiful, and cunning creatures, yes, but not the smartest. And pity them, of how they are so oblivious about everything that constantly happens, mysterious animal attacks, unsolved homicides without leads, missing persons report files stacking higher, and still, they turn a blind eye. But... Are they? Blind? I mean the signs are there, evidence surrounding the existence of the supernatural, theories on theories, and they couldn't find th

Some of them read multiple times judging by the cracking of the binding. History. Military strategy. Economics. Law. Psychology. Philosophy. One entire shelf of biographies of powerful men across different centuries and continents. And then something that surprised me. Fiction. A whole section of it tucked into the far corner like something private. Novels. Some of them old enough that the titles had faded. I pulled one out carefully. A Russian novel. Thick. Dense. The kind of book that required patience and silence and the willingness to sit inside discomfort for extended periods.