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So this is it'. I thought to myself. A thick scent of blood consumed my senses. A dull thud im my chest that was nearing its final beat. I look around at the mess I got myself into this time. Knowing it to be my last. Why wasn't I more appreciative of the life I was given. Its not like my life was hard or demeaning. I just didn't like the fact my destiny was pre determined before I was even born. And there it was a pair of sapphire eyes staring at me with hatred, deep burning hatred that you could feel in the depths of your gut, but something new was hidden behind the hatred was that remorse. Well for you to understand, I better start from the beginning. My name is Venus Lee DeLorentez, Venus for short. My mum named me after the goddess of love, sex, beauty and fertility. I know not the name i would have chosen for myself but she was a very spiritual lady, not only believing in our moon goddess who is the creator of all of our species and we cherish her as a God, who is in control of who we are destined to be mated to, our shifting into our wolve counterparts she is a patron a becon if you will to all the female werewolves especially our Lunas. My mum was into all mythological Gods and goddesses. Always telling me they all have a role in this world.

(Warning this is a dark Gods Novel. It will have violence, sex, suicide and dark scenes in it. Read at your own discretion.) Ariella is a powerless Goddess who has been locked away from exploring the royal realm since she was born. For years she begged her father to allow her to go to the royal academy but he never seemed to budge. His belief was that it was to dangerous for someone like her. That belief stays strong until she finally turned of age. After what seemed like an eternity her dream finally became reality. She was enrolled in the most sought out school for Gods and Goddesses. She would finally be set free of her chains. As long as she kept her grades up and stayed out of trouble, she would live in the dormitory. The life she wanted was in her grasp. All dreams were possible, the fear of not fitting in was squashed instantly and everything seemed perfect. Everything was perfect but what happens when word goes around that the Goddess who teaches royal laws is being replaced by none other than the high king himself? Ariella rolls her eyes and keeps walking, that's what happens. That is until she's proven wrong the moment she walks right into the most addicting and magnificent God she had ever laid eyes on. The high king to be specific. All the promises she made, all the rules she followed were pushed aside as soon as she realized that her crush was more than a simple crush. The high king consumed her mind and every other part of her. A simple obsession you say? Well she's in for a rude awakening when the simple life she had, turns into a neverending roller coaster.

June Williams had given up everything—her family, her inheritance, her dreams—to build a life with the man she loved. But in the blink of an eye, Larry, the husband she had sacrificed so much for, shattered her world. Cast aside for another woman and left broken in the street, June suffered a devastating loss that stole not just her future, but the child she had carried. Now, consumed by grief and burning with a vengeance that threatens to consume her, June vows to take back everything Larry stole from her. His wealth, his reputation, his empire she will make him suffer, just as he made her. And when he finally kneels before her, begging for mercy, she’ll remind him of the moment he told her she was nothing.

Vol. 1. The Unveiling of Immortality Zheira believes herself to be a monster, burdened with the extraordinary gift of peering into people's memories. But when a haunting presence claims to be her very soul, her world spirals into chaos. Desperate to resist this entity's control, she inadvertently becomes a danger to her own father, whose life hangs by a thread after she almost drained his blood. Consumed by the fear of hurting those she loves, Zheira flees, seeking solace and answers in the shadows. It is in these depths that she crosses paths with Vladimir, a charismatic vampire. Drawn to his captivating demeanor, she finds herself torn between his persuasive words and the overwhelming need to retain her autonomy. As Zheira embarks on a perilous journey, forces beyond her comprehension converge. Supernatural threats lurk in every shadow, testing her resolve and challenging her understanding of her own identity. With each step she takes, the stakes escalate, her own destiny intertwined with the fate of both her soul and those she holds dear. In this gripping tale of self-discovery, Zheira must confront her inner demons while navigating a treacherous world teeming with unknown dangers. Will she succumb to the seductive allure of her soul's dominance or forge her own path, risking everything to protect the ones she loves?

"I'll build you thousands of empires and mansions, adore you with precious pieces of jewelry, you will be the only known queen of this ruthless man," Azrael Thorn Execroz whispered words that marked Andromeda's heart. His minty breath lingers in her senses, particularly in her nose. She wanted to be consumed by the fire of his heart, deep until they can no longer grasp for air. His shoulder shuddered in the darkness, while his body remains to cage the woman who captivated his iron heart. "Azrael..." she said softly with her heart beating erratically. "I...I don't desire your wealth nor your heart," she replied, slightly shivering. She was lying to the young man but mostly to herself. "Then what do you want?" he replied with his eyes beginning to shine as the tears warn to fall. He is breaking. "Let me leave," Andromeda spoke, each word like an arrow piercing through his heart. Sliding her right arm to his chest, she tiptoed momentarily to whisper what ended them. "Free me." And with that, the mighty and dignified Azrael Execroz felt his world crumble into small shards of glass. She tamed him. She was his escape. His solace. And now, she's gone.

Running away was the hardest thing Maria Rostova has ever had to do. But it was the only way she could escape the fate that had consumed her family. The only way she could be free from the darkness. But when she runs straight into the arms of Mikhail Ivanov, a formidable Bravta Kingpin, things take a dangerous turn. Mikhail Ivanov is known as the Devil of the Night. Cerulean-blue eyed, ripped, sleek and stealthy, he was the physical embodiment of danger and the most ruthless Bravta King Russia has ever had. Everything Maria was warned to stay away from. When he propositions Maria, offering to give her a chance to live out her wildest dreams, she accepts. But just like the devil who gives out with his left hand and takes back his right, Mikhail lets her in on his true identity as the little boy whose parents her father had wiped out many years ago, and reveals his elaborate plan for revenge. First, she'll be his guest. Then a prisoner. And finally...his bride.

Christopher stared at Little Angel in disbelief and anger. "You're a fucking werewolf? You're an animal!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with shock. Tears welled up in Little Angel's eyes as his words crashed upon her. She had hoped he would understand, that their love would conquer her true nature. But now, in her wolf form, she felt exposed and rejected. "I'm sorry," she whispered, tears choking her voice. "I never meant to hurt you. I love you, Christ, with all that I am." Christopher turned away without a word, his disappointment evident in his slumped shoulders. Their love seemed lost in that moment. Little Angel watched him leave, consumed by heartache. **** During the Shadowboom unveiling ceremony, Little Angel, an 18-year-old wolf, did not have a mate. The Goddess of the Moon only made one decree. Pleased with this, the alpha of her pack claimed her as his mate. Fleeing her fate, she stumbled upon the human world and met a boy Christopher Miller who was charming yet arrogant. As their love grew, her true nature remained hidden. How will Little-angel react when she discovers hat he is her destinated mate? And how will he react when he uncovers her werewolf nature?

**Book two of the The Awakening of the Crowned Wolf** Alexi thought she was striking the ultimate blow of justice...but instead, she killed someone she loved. In the aftermath of this tragedy, the world of werewolves is in disarray. As packs everywhere lament the death of Luna, Alexi must grapple with her own guilt and broken heart. Will she ever be able to bring King William to justice? Or will she be consumed by her own grief?

“I will choke you to death till you beg for me to stop but I won’t. I will make you pour out all the water left in your body with my tongue”. In a sudden and tense encounter, I found myself desperately seeking answers from him. But his silence only fueled my frustration. With emotions boiling over, I couldn't contain my anger, clenching my fist as I shot him a piercing look. Undeterred, I pressed on, demanding a response, my annoyance growing palpable. However, his explosive reaction caught me off guard, as he silenced me with a fierce command, his grip on my face sending shivers down my spine. The chilling intensity of his eyes left me paralyzed, consumed by fear. I realized I had provoked a dangerous force, a man exuding an aura of unapproachable defiance. Tears welled up as his grip tightened, and my helplessness only deepened. The emotional storm between us unveiled a side to him that was ruthless and merciless, living up to the ominous title he bore. With a final, venomous word, he tore away a bandage and stormed out, leaving me to grapple with the unsettling encounter that had just unfolded.

To save my husband, I drank until my stomach bled. Despite making it to the hospital, no one would treat me—all because he, a prominent surgeon, forbade anyone from attending to his own wife. In a previous life, he had saved me, a deed that fate cruelly repaid: the same day he saved me, his beloved, Lily Evans, tragically died during surgery. Consumed by regret, he lamented, "If I hadn't saved you, she might still be alive." On my birthday, in a twisted celebration, he intoxicated both me and our daughter. In a horrifying turn, he used his surgical skills to ruthlessly stab us both. As I lay bleeding, I begged for our daughter's life, pleading with him to spare her, his biological child. He coldly justified his brutality by claiming that being tied to me caused him to miss his chance with his true love. Fueled by a desperate need to protect my daughter, I fought him ferociously. He inflicted thirty-eight merciless wounds on me before turning his murderous intent towards our child. As I faced death, my last sight was of him, his decision clear as he once again chose his lost love over his living family.