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Flames danced as they flitted light from candles that were sparsely positioned along the way, but he doubted the average person who wasn’t familiar with it would have been able to maneuver about without stubbing his toe on at least one random boulder that jutted from the dirt packed floor. He was grateful for the fact that the moon was only a week away from being full. Because of this, his body was already experiencing some of the wolf attributes. One of them being the ability to see clearly in dimly lit areas. The scent of wolf mixed with vampire and something else reached him just a fraction of a second before his sharp vision spotted a man leaning against the wall of the cave. He’d pos

Now, I felt like a puppet with cut strings, about to fall into a pit I couldn't see. A part of me wanted to tear the note into confetti, to bury it in the sand and pretend the world outside our villa didn't exist. To lose myself in the warmth of our bed and the comforting weight of Eavon's arm around me. But another part, a cold, hard voice in my head, recognized this as a chance. My chance to finally understand the truth behind the lies, to stop being a passive piece in someone else's dangerous game.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

She had been the one to tear up my test papers and throw my textbooks and backpack into the pond. She even forced me to glue the shredded pieces back together. If I couldn't do it, she would stomp on me. But now, the face in my memory blurred with the one before me, making it hard to focus on her. Suddenly, the red fog surrounded us. This time, we could all see clearly that it was like sulfuric acid, eating away at her flesh. The woman's screams echoed in our ears. After a long while, it was finally quiet again. My gaze shifted to the last remaining person, Charlotte. By now, she was the only survivor of her group.

Feeling eyes on him his head snapped to the presence a little away from him and his eyes widened. A beautiful wolf stood there with sparkling copper eyes that had specs of violet in them. Her fur was the color of dusky caramel just like her skin but she had scars on the body of her wolf as well. Hunter couldn't pull his eyes away and then all of a sudden a zap of current ran down his spine and his hand shot up to his neck where the skin was protruding. She marked him!

Call me a creep, but her scent was all I had to keep Maddox and myself calm at the moment. I headed towards her desk and noticed she had a couple books laying there. They looked old so I carefully opened the top one and saw she had pages bookmarked. I turned to one of those pages and saw that it was about one of the major wars of our kind. I closed the book and grabbed both of them and carefully put them in the bag, along with another notebook she had laying with the books. I went through the couple of drawers on the desk but didn’t find anything I felt would help.

Jackson wiped the dust from the pizza base on his jeans and focused on the laptop. “Are there books about the Bloodmoon pack I can look into?” Scarlett asked, She was never one for technology, she preferred to do her research in old school, with a notepad, highlighters, and books. Mikael nodded his head and vamped back and forth with a stack of 14 books. “Damn! I will help you with that.” Sasha offered, Scarlett gave her a grateful look with big eyes.

And his scent completely takes me away, it was the smell of the forest floor, damp earth and sandalwood, with a hint of something wild and untamed. I feel heat crawling to my face. Wait. Am I blushing? Because of a guy whose face I haven't even seen yet? Blame my hormones. I'm an 18 year old she-wolf and my emotions are a lot heightened. And my wolf Esme can be really dramatic and nosy. I lean closer to see more. The book. What was he reading? ‘The little prince’ My curiosity kicks in even more, getting the better of me and I touch the book slightly away from his face.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers Anyway, follow whichever order you want, this is just a suggestion. Siya Rains As I wrapped up my class, I realized how distracted I was throughout it. I started teaching psychology at this well-known university three years ago. I was twenty-five years old when I had my first batch of students and I know