Possessive Vampire Romance

In a world where mystery blends with supernatural powers, the girl Iris suddenly finds herself in a strange place, far from her normal life. She does not know how she arrived at this place, nor does she know those around her, but a strange feeling haunts her: that there is something within her that is different from other humans. Its prelude is a gateway to a new world, where nothing is familiar, and every step reveals depths she never knew about herself and others.

Haven Francheska Laurier's life changes when her Tita Nika takes her under the care of the wealthy Sierra family. Surrounded by luxury, she meets Elio’s nephews—Sebastian, the quiet and mysterious one with a girlfriend, and Hari, the playful and intense one—along with their fun-loving friend, Daniel. Haven has a crush on Sebastian. Daniel notices and suggests they pretend to be a couple to make Sebastian jealous but Daniel actually wants her for himself. As their fake relationship starts to feel real, both Sebastian and Hari begin to play with Haven's emotions. Will Haven find a way out of this tangled love triangle, or is she stuck in a bad romance filled with heartbreak and confusion?

How much for this temptress?” Beta Daniels asked causing me to flinch at the name. “ 100 jewels.” Came a voice from someone sitting up front. “200.” Came another voice. “500” Hollered another. The room was silent for a moment. “500 going once, 500 going twice, Sold to Lord Issacson,” Beta Daniels announced. I felt my heart skip a beat. I had been sold. “ I want her.” Came a loud snarl. Everyone in the crowd grew silent. “Your…Your highness.” Stumbled Beta Daniels, bowing down onto his knee. “We weren’t expecting you tonight.” “ I want her,” the Vampire King said again. “She is mine.” “But your highness. She’s already been sold.” Beta Daniels spoke timidly. “ I don’t care. I want her.” He responded. “ What the king claims, the king gets.” There’s talk around the supernatural community that Nikolai, is growing weak without a Queen by his side. As the king of vampires, the ruler of the supernatural world, who has been on the throne for a millennium, he would never fall in love with a blood slave he brought from a slave auction. Wouldn't he?

Violet eyes with piercing sight. Mane of gold in pale moonlight. Skin so hard and lily white. Voice so soft, yet filled with might. He comes to me in the dark of night. Flash of teeth, smile so slight. There is no fear, no need to fight. In his embrace, I crave his bite. -S.R. Michele, or Shelly to those closest to her, is a typical 21 yr old, trying to find her way in life. She has good family, a close circle of friends. She's outgoing and friendly, and a bit reckless and impulsive sometimes. And she has certain gifts...when she touches things, she can see into the past, she can feel what was felt by others, and she can sense things before they happen. Ok, so maybe she's not so typical. An impromptu trip to New Orleans, a party on Bourbon Street, and an attempted assault in a dark alley lead her into a world she didn't know existed...but one she's not afraid of. She doesn't know if the violet-eyed stranger that comes to her rescue, and follows her home, is a friend or a foe - and honestly, she doesn't care. Once you've had a taste of the darkness, it's hard to pull away... **** This book was written in the late 1990's - early 2000's, and originally published in 2004, under the title: Diary of a Vampire by S.M. Royston. It was my first book, and it wasn't long until I came to hate it! (Please, don't look it up - I promise you, it's terrible) So here we are, years later, and I've decided to throw out my original work, and re-write it. Because I'm the author, and I can do that. The story, characters, and settings are the same - but the writing style is different, and in my opinion, much, much better. I hope you enjoy it. ****

Orion Cristos, a cold, duty-bound vampire lord, has always pushed away Caramia— a frail, scorned human he’s secretly drawn to. But when he learns she’ll die by dawn, he can no longer deny she’s his mate. Offering his blood to save her, he faces her broken trust and a society that sneers at her “impure” roots. When lies drive Caramia to flee, Orion will stop at nothing to chase her back— even if it means defying his world. Love vs. legacy. Redemption vs. doubt. Will their bond survive the shadows of his past and the cruelty of their present?

It was true. We never know what we have until we lose it. Seven years ago, I'd found the perfect woman who accepted me for who I am. She didn't care whether I was a Vampire King or not. She had served me faithfully. She was the only person who didn't fear me. And she was Kate, my secretary. We were different. The ones who served me couldn't accept her. They call her the only rock among the diamonds in my treasure box. But I adore that rock. When my 'rut' came, our relationship had been put to a test. Something happened between us. And then she disappeared the next morning. Seven years later, we met again. I found out that we had a baby together. I was happy. I thought it was my chance. She had changed. From the rock she used to be, she had become a diamond. She glowed. And I loved her. I'd found something more addictive than blood itself. It was Kate, my cure, my addiction, my lover. But the cure I thought became my poison later on. Kate lied to me. She was the Queen of the Hunters whose mission was to kill me. In this twisted fairytale, when the Vampire King and the Hunter Queen meet in the battlefield, where anger, obsession, and betrayal rules, should we kill each other? Or should we save each other? I am Zachary Collins, the Vampire King. And this is my story.

Narrative: Awakening, I felt as though I was submerged in water. "Meow," I attempted to articulate, but to my surprise, a feline sound escaped my lips instead! What on earth had she done to me? Why had she bathed me? And now, what was to be done with her in her current state of undress? I found myself cursing under my breath as I took in the sight of her alluring, bare form. My head was spinning... The warmth was gradually spreading throughout my body as I gazed upon her nudity... A mere few moments with her and I was uncertain if I could restrain myself... This couldn't be my fault, could it? She was the one who initiated it. Her beautiful face held my gaze as she tightly shut her eyes. She was too stunning to resist, and I was merely a lustful vampire who was attracted to her. "Could you please touch me more?" she implored. What was this sensation? A fire was ignited within me, a burning desire to caress her. The way she yearned for my touch was irresistible. I was so engrossed in her bare, voluptuous form that I hadn't noticed my transformation back into my human shape. By the time I realized I was already kissing her, it was too late, and she didn't protest, even though her eyes were now open. I was positioned above her, my size dwarfing hers, as if I were a titan and she was merely a mortal woman beneath me. I leaned down to kiss her, my eyes drawn to her collarbone, "Please, more..." she pleaded, "Please, more..." "Are you certain, my dear? Once I begin, I may not be able to stop."

{Sequel to 'My Possessive Alpha; His Reluctant Mate'} - Heather, a determined and impulsive daughter of the Alpha of Black Forest Pack, the largest wolf pack in the world, out of her quest for self-independence, leaves her loving family and pack to live with her uncle in the next town. On her first day of highschool, she encounters a new boy in town who quenches her anxiety from the truth of her reality that her loving family is no longer with her. 'Silver hair?!' He's Silver, a blind human in a wolf territory where humans are only but a few and Heather cannot ignore the inexplicable, sudden attachment to him. She has to try not to overwhelm him with her rowdy, obstinate and kick-ass behavior as to her surprise, Silver doesn't mind her lousy company. Attachment feels natural until she discovers his secret…He's a white wolf! An existence that should not exist! Now, Heather must promise to protect Silver's secret… Will Silver be safe in this new pack? And how can she protect him while trying to lead a normal life?

Sometimes we bear the punishments for the mistakes we didn't commit. As the above sentence said, Adira Elisaveta, the werewolf princess now going to bear the punishments for her elder's mistakes. The vengeance between the vampire and Werewolf races hasn't ceased for centuries. As the bloodline of both races decreased, they worried that they may turn non-existent. So, both the races decided to cease the wars and bloodshed with the marriage pact between them. Can a werewolf accept a man who wasn't her mate? Can she lead a life with the Vampire king? When she was struggling with all her troubles with the marriage, she was supposed to meet the Vampire King. During their first meet, she was shocked to the hell when her wolf screamed MATE seeing the vampire king. Can things get worse than this in her life? Can she accept him? To know more... read the story of the Werewolf Princess Adira Elisaveta.

Escaping from her abusive husband with nothing but the clothes on her back, a beaten and bruised Laura shows up on the doorstep of her estranged older brother - and President of a well-known motorcycle club, Jake Wilson. But before she can even make it into the house, she runs into a tall, dark, deep well of trouble - her brother's best friend and second in command, Talon Nash. *********** He stepped closer, closing the gap between us in one stride. His hands found my hips, pulling me into him with a firm but gentle grip. The sawdust clinging to his skin mingled with the scents of his sweat and cologne, and I breathed it in, reveling in it. “Your reward,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear, “is me not dragging you upstairs and ruining you right now in front of all these guys.” My breath hitched, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I smirked. I wasn’t about to let him win this one. “No fair. That’s more of a punishment than a reward,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “I want a refund.” “NOT getting f*cked in front of the prospects is a punishment?” He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that vibrated through me. “Fine,” he added, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “Careful what you wish for, angel.” Before I could respond, he bent down and hoisted me up over his shoulder like a sack of flour. I let out a startled laugh, my hands instinctively gripping the back of his jeans. The prospects paused their work, watching with amused smirks as Talon carried me toward the stairs. “Talon!” I protested, though my laughter betrayed me. “Put me down!”