Supernatural Hunted

While exploring the wilderness, my younger sister—Charlotte Forrester—and I accidentally stumble onto the territory of supernatural beings. She grabs the hand of the noble, elegant male elf, her posture coy and intimate. Before I can react, a wolfman with a scar on his face wraps his arm around my waist and leads me away. Charlotte, who judges others by appearance, is unaware that the male elf—Elwin Duskwood—belongs to a tribe of half-elves. Half-elves are beautiful but possess no real capabilities. They are considered a marginalized group among elves and struggle to make ends meet every day. On the other hand, the wolfman—Morgan Nightshade—is a mid-tier wolf tribe's Highlord. After giving birth to an extremely rare silver wolf for him, I have become the Highlady of the tribe. I'm respected by everyone in the tribe and feast on delicacies every day. Meanwhile, Charlotte becomes emaciated after suffering from starvation for several months. When she sees how plump I am, she goes insane from jealousy. While the wolf tribe is entertaining guests at a banquet, she uses poison to kill me. The next time I open my eyes, Charlotte and I are back at the moment we first entered the supernatural beings' territory by mistake. Charlotte immediately hugs Morgan by the waist and kisses him. She showers him with flattery about his strength, calling him the man of her dreams. I can't help but laugh out loud. Silly Charlotte. As a wolfman, Morgan is ill-tempered, and he easily loses control of his emotions. He also becomes even more bloodthirsty after transforming. It's not all sunshine and rainbows being his mate. But I never imagined the elves could be so… in that regard.

An innocent maid catches the eye of a prince whose heart has darkened. Her rise from servitude to supernatural wealth becomes a threat. To claim his love, she must confront the source of darkness—and risk a terrifying fate.

When Lisa Dumont travels down to New Orleans to stay with her mother for the summer, she finds herself entangled in a web of century-long territorial disputes between undead and supernatural forces. Lisa soon realizes that she has become torn between the blood-loyalty to her mother, Voodoo Priestess Madam Dumont, and the intrigue she has grown towards Elder Vampire, Hezekiah Mercier - the enemy. And consequently, the heavy discord between the two factions leaves Lisa with life-changing decisions to make that could possibly alter the fate of both groups and everyone else in between.

Then without breaking the kiss his hand slid down, fingers brushing between my thighs with maddening control. He played with me lazily at first, teasing circles around my folds, making my hips jerk. I moaned into his mouth as one finger dipped lower, then retreated, just to torment me. “Azrik…” I gasped. He pulled back only to whisper, “Patience. Or I’ll tie you to this bed and take my time.” The way he said it raw, full of threat and promise, had me clenching around nothing. *** She was supposed to be Beta. She ended up betrayed, branded, and carrying the Lycan King’s mark. When Lunessa's mate-to-be betrays her with her best friend, she’s left humiliated and heartbroken, until a mysterious stranger steps in. One night with him changes everything. Now hunted, pregnant, and hiding in a world that’s forgotten her worth, Lunessa must uncover the truth behind the man who saved her, and the bond that could destroy or save them both. Betrayals run deep, secrets run deeper, and when old flames ignite a war, only one thing is certain, the moon never forgets her chosen.

Rary didn't expect to meet her mate so soon. in fact, all she wanted was to live one day at a time, without much news. But absolutely everything changes drastically when she crosses the path of Vidar, the powerful Alpha King. Despite the unusual circumstances that bring them together, a strong bond forms between them, revealing a supernatural connection and a sealed destiny between a human and a werewolf.

Fallon Presley is different. She has a little something peculiar about her, but she embraces her oddness. Fallon never feels like she belongs with her family. She knows they love her, but she never fits in with the extended family. When her family suddenly dies in a car accident, she is left to sort through the family estate. With the help of her best friend, Bruce Andrews, they begin the task that opens up the mystery of who Fallon Presley is and where she came from. Fallon and Bruce step into a world of magic, witches, wolves, vampires, and the supernatural. Somewhere between the magic elements and the supernatural, Fallon finds herself, her true love , and maybe a little hidden magic.

"Look into my eyes," commanded Green, the infamous Queen, the ruler of Vampires. "tell me, what do you see? I will give you wealth, fame, power, authority, even your deepest desire because why? I am a god. Reject me and all this things you shall have. Accept me," Zeus's eyes twitched as she closed the gap between them. "And I'll gladly make your life a living ." She pronounced in the most deadliest tone he had ever heard. But he smiled. He was supposed to be scared of her like everyone else in the Supernatural World, instead, he instantly fell to the trap of love. He was an ordinary Werewolf, she was a powerful Vampire and they were mates. He didn't mind he was mated to a ruthless Vampire Queen, all he wanted was to claim her. But how far can Zeus go in Green's living ? How much pain was he willing to suffer just to ignite love in her heart? And was he ever going to succeed in claiming his wild flower? Green, book one of the colour series.

Since young, Dione Amaris has always been fascinated by supernatural creatures; vampires, fairies, werewolves and many more. Her mother always read her stories about them. Until she turn to a fully grown woman, she has collected a lot of books about them and would still read them time to time and after she ends reading a book, she can’t help but think if they really exist. But what if… they really do exist? And one of its kind has been by her side all along? And she, herself has a blood of the creature she's been fascinated at? Will it be a start to a something new to her life? Or… it'll start a havoc in her life?

Aria Crescent De Andrade is a teenage girl, whose life is next to perfect, until the woman whom she inferred to be her maternal aunt, revealed the shocking news of how they became family. Aria was shaken to the core and swore to exact revenge on her perpetrators. Henna De Andrade, Arias's guardian, had no idea who Aria was or where she was from. She took her in, only because she felt a connection to her the day she found her barely breathing, floating on a log in the river. The only distinctive feature about Aria was the crescent moon birthmark on her shoulder blade. Hence, Henna decided to put Crescent as Arias's middle name. Neither Henna nor Aria knew that Aria was a werewolf until they moved thousands of miles away to the West. For Aria, bit was the best opportunity to protect Henna from her revenge plan. What they both did not expect is to be mated to werewolves and get sucked into the world of supernatural beings. As aria had finally regained her memory, she knew who she was, but had no idea why her father would hurt her so badly and leave her to break to ever heal. As she discovers her powers, Arias's wolf is bloodthirsty and does not stop until all those who hurt her are brought to book. But meeting her mate and his family plays a great role in helping ease and heal her battered soul.

Alaric and I had been mates for five years, and I had believed with all my heart that I would become the first female Gamma of the pack by proving myself in the warrior’s trial. I had trained relentlessly, sharpening my claws and honing my instincts, ready to fight for my rightful place. But fate had other plans. Three days before the trial, I was ambushed by rogues. They didn't just attack me—they hunted me like prey. They tormented me with the silver knife so that my wolf was dead. The scent of death clung to me, my wolf howling in agony, desperately trying to heal, but the wounds ran too deep. As I lay barely conscious on the blood-stained sheets, I heard my husband's cold, indifferent voice. "Is she dead?" The witch doctor hesitated before answering, "No, but—" "It doesn’t matter," Alaric interrupted, Coat her wounds with wolfsbane and silver—make sure it seeps into her blood, burns through her veins, and poisons her wolf beyond repair. I want her body to reject her own nature, so she will never heal. There will only be one Gamma in this pack, and that's Serina." In that moment, the truth became clear—I had never truly stood a chance in the warrior’s trial I had dreamed of. The battle had been decided long before I ever stepped into the arena.