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“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.

Welcome back, sinners. Claiming his bride is a erotic paranormal sinful Collection brought to you by Josie Frank, author of the erotic anthology Wet Dreams a collection created for readers who crave passion without limits, obsession without restraint, and love that burns far beyond morality. This new novel dives even deeper into the shadows. It is a work of dark paranormal romance and erotic fiction intended strictly for mature adult readers. Within these pages, you will encounter: • Dark romance • Explicit sexual content • Possessive and obsessive love interests

Check out Getting Over Him, which is written in Arianna’s POV if you haven’t read it yet. Also, if you like reading Paranormal Romance, Lycan’s Blood Queen, my debut paranormal romance, is out now. This is the very first story I wrote back in 2016. It went through a lot of rewrites since then, and I’m very happy with the end results. I really hope you enjoyed this story. If you liked it, do consider leaving reviews on A****n, Goodreads, or Bookbub. Reviews encourage the authors and help readers to discover new books.

But I am not a cat; I am a ravenous beast with a fractured, twisted dark soul. Yes, I’ll play along with her game. Let her believe she’s cast a spell over me and that I’m unable to help myself from giving in to. That my male depravity is out of my control and should be laid out before her in earnest. There’s no denying the burning lust in her eye’s and the growing flush on her cheeks and bosom. Even when she tries to hide the quickening of her breath whenever I come within close proximity to or brush against her. Yes, my feisty a stór, I see you.

Even if it ruins me. I open the book to the page marked with a black ribbon. The ink is faded, a dark reddish-brown that looks like dried blood. I begin to read the words out loud. My voice sounds small in the massive room, but the air starts to hum. The temperature drops until I can see my breath. The Living Shadow spell is short, but as I say the last line, the silence in the room snaps.

And then he tells me he wants more from me…desires me more than any other because, like him, I have the gift. I can’t deny he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, with eyes black like midnight, a jawline as sharp as his dragon’s talons, the height of a mountain, and shoulders as broad as a stream. But no amount of attraction will ever change the fact that he destroyed my life. The answer is no—and it’ll always be no. But the Death King doesn’t accept that answer. This book contains dark themes with subject matter that may be difficult for some readers.

This took a lot of weight off not only my back, but also the entire wizards and sorceress community. And you, dear reader, I hope that with this story, you will look a little more favorably on this darker part of our supernatural world. I know, probably most of you do not believe in its existence, after all, as the world changed, people began to forget that magic surrounds them everywhere, but I hope that this story will help you one way or another. Maybe it will give you hope and faith that love really has tremendous power? Because I tell you, even the greatest of dark magic bends when love emanates from the heart of any being. When other spells fail, love has the strength to overcome the f

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

19. Kim Ely was… I don't know what words to use but he was darker, more sinister… more… there was an air of darkness hovering around him. It wasn't directed at me but it was like it has something to do with me. I couldn't help but notice because even the sex we were having, it felt detached. Having in mind that he has never entered me again without making sure I was ready and the fact that it was like he was laying claim to me.

I frantically tried to search his deep ocean blue eyes for help, but the eyes that were staring back at me were not his. The eyes that glared back at me were as black as the night's sky, and seeing those jet-black pools sparked something deep inside my brain. Visions of the morning’s nightmare quickly flooded my mind and took over every sense that I had. I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak, as it silently dragged me back into its deadly grasp. *** Tristan Cole Freya lifted her head up and I guessed that she wanted me to kiss her. Damn, I could do so much more to her right now. She smelled amazing, and I could hear her heart racing, every time my fingers or lips caressed her skin.