Targaryen Family Tree Fire And Blood

Epperly Wakes is your typical good girl, she feeds the homeless, volunteers at animal shelters, and reads to the elderly. Hack Hyland is your typical mafia Don, he murders his enemies, keeps his family close, and has billions of dollars. What happens when these two opposites come together? Will the old saying be correct, will opposites attract? Or will it be too much for both?

If it wasn't her blood, he had no desire for it. Emily had come to the understanding that even the undead, had desires and cravings. For her, it was the way he had come to crave the richness of her blood and the cold but satisfactory feeling it brought her.

Diana Charlotte is a strange and mysterious woman who was forced to be brought by Albert Valentino to serve as food for his Master, Raizel Harrison de Haltz who is a leader of a vampire clan named Haltz. Diana is a brave girl and is not afraid of anything, even if it is Raizel who is the strongest vampire. When the moment of her death was about to arrive, Diana remained calm, and still had time to stare at Raizel's blood-red irises with her blue irises. After her blood was sucked out, Diana should be dead. However, whether this was called a miracle or an oddity, Diana's heart was still beating even though it was very weak.

As Jonathan leaned in to drink blood from my neck, a surge of both pleasure and tingling sensation coursed through my veins. I could feel the connection between us deepening with every drop he took. He paused momentarily, his lips still pressed against my neck, and looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, my love, there's something intoxicating about your blood. It carries a sweetness that sets my senses on fire." I chuckled softly; the sound laced with a mix of excitement and affection. "Oh, is that so? Well, I'm glad to know this. Consider it my gift to you, an elixir of love and devotion." He resumed his gentle feeding, his eyes never leaving mine as he savoured each drop. "It's more than just a gift, Mia. It's a reminder of our deep connection, an intimate bond that transcends the ordinary. Drinking your blood is an act of trust and surrender, a symbol of our eternal love." I sighed with utter contentment, my fingers caressing his cheek. "And with each sip you take, I feel a sense of unity, a merging of our souls. It's as if we're sharing a part of ourselves, intertwining our very essence in this moment." *** This is the story of a woman who fell in love with a mysterious man. He hurt her, insulted her, and did everything he could to keep her away from him because he was too dangerous for her, but he didn't know the strength of true love. He thought she was just an ordinary girl, but her hidden supernatural powers astounded him. Join Jonathan and Mia on their paranormal journey, which is full of secrets, true love, and suffering.

“She is mine. No one will touch her the same as I do." - Pyro Fira was about to die at the hands of hunters when there was a man came to save her. This man had a cold emotion with his unusual strength, good at dodging, and a fighter who can prevent every strike of the opponent without looking at it. She was curious about the identity of this man until she found out that he is an Alpha King of Fire, her mate. When his father was missing, she sought help from the King Fire. Eventually, they saw his father in the Introduction of Slaves. Fira promised to the King Fire that she would do everything just to let his father out of slavery. They had a life-changing agreement and that was to become his property. No matter what he said, she will do it. NO PROTEST.

“You don’t know the pit you’ve dug yourself in, Ms. Elena Lubov. Can you honestly tell me that if I slit your neck right now, you can still love me?” Michael asked as the knife on Elena’s neck began to cut slowly and draw a bit of blood. Their gazes never wavered. “I’ll cut my throat on your behalf, Michael, if it would make you believe in every word that I say” she said without fear, “I have nothing to lose.” she whispered. When the most powerful mafia boss finds out his past never existed, how can he keep his madness from destroying the future he created? When power and money is useless, what can the words of the dead do for those left behind? “You don’t know the pit you’ve dug yourself in, Ms. Elena Lubov. Can you honestly tell me that if I slit your neck right now, you can still love me?” Michael asked as the knife on Elena’s neck began to cut slowly and draw a bit of blood. Their gazes never wavered. “I’ll cut my throat on your behalf, Michael, if it would make you believe in every word that I say” she said without fear, “I have nothing to lose.” she whispered. When the most powerful mafia boss finds out his past never existed, how can he keep his madness from destroying the future he created? When power and money is useless, what can the words of the dead do for those left behind?

What happens when a half demon girl afflicted with nightmares, heir to the throne of the third realm of Hell, catches feelings for a fallen angel soldier, whose sole purpose is to hunt down and kill monsters such as herself? *** Ashton is plagued by nightmares. She’s cursed. With a simple touch she can see your fears. It proved to be quite lucrative under her mother’s manipulated hands until the bodies started piling up and whispers of her name traveled through the streets. Those whispers reached far and wide, catching unwanted attention. Seeking asylum at Mysteria Manor, a home for cursed girls, Ashton is kept hidden away hoping that those looking for her will lose interest. Little does she know is that there's a race to find her first. Being discovered by The Order's demon hunting soldiers, should mean death for Ashton. But they don't want to kill her. They want to use her. And by any means necessary, she will lead them to the demon they seek out. Her father. Working for the people that want nothing more than her kind dead is one this, but falling for the soldier that is assigned to keep her in line, is something else entirely. Carden is rude and cold, blames her for everything that goes wrong, but continues to save her on multiple occasions. Secret motives are revealed, unknown truths are heard and a choice is put upon Ashton. Continue trusting a fallen angel soldier that was assigned to collect her by any means, including making her fall in love with him, or to rule Hell with her family. Who will the daughter of blood and nightmares choose? Family or love? Heaven or Hell?

For ten years, Rose has lived in the shadow of her own nightmare. She was only six when Alderon Kane, the ruthless Alpha of Mooncrest Pack, ripped her life apart. Her father—slaughtered at his feet. Her sister—defiled by his men. And Rose? Claimed. "That one is mine," he had said before shoving her into his car like a possession, branding her with his cruelty. Now, she is no longer the helpless girl he stole. She has spent a decade sharpening her hatred, becoming a phantom in his own pack, waiting for the perfect moment to slit his throat. Mooncrest will burn. Alderon Kane will die by her hands. But fate is a cruel mistress. The night she prepares to run, the moon whispers a horrifying truth—Alderon Kane is her mate. Bound by an unbreakable bond to the very monster she has sworn to destroy, Rose faces an impossible choice: surrender to the mate bond and become his, or defy the gods and carve out her revenge, even if it means tearing herself apart in the process. Because love was never an option. And mercy died the night Alderon Kane claimed her.

"In the shadows of fate, blood is the ink that writes the prophecy. No matter how hard you fight it, destiny flows through your veins." Her blood was like liquid fire; it attracts and destroys, but what if it attracts the wrong and destroys the good? Gwen had always thought there was nothing particular about her. She was just a normal she-wolf living with her grandma who restricted her from most things for unknown reasons and a best friend whom she wasn't so sure considered her as one. Then she met her mate, a blue-eyed male whom she was supposed to live the rest of her life with was already mated to another and lied to her face without remorse. Then her grandma died, leaving her with tons of questions. Now Gwen could only find the answers on her own. Was she just a normal white wolf with a moon mark on her head or was she the magnet that attracts nothing but trouble and destruction? Find out more in Blood Prophecy.

My body wasn't obeying me. The beep sharpened, I cringed but could not block them. I felt a soft hand on my forehead. I batted my eyes, tears felt trailing down. The ad face of my mother emerged. I forced a smile. I love her, she's a good mother. She takes care of us, though she couldn't take care of herself. Now I believe it could be that woman behind my mother's condition, the one who cursed me.