The Blood On Satan's Claw

One night of masked deception. One night of feral heat. A lifetime of secrets. ~~*~~*~~ Morgana was a shadow in the house of Silas. A servant tasked with scrubbing the floors and hiding the scandalous secrets of her Mistress, Victoria, the Beta’s daughter. When Victoria’s debauchery threatens her betrothal to the lethal Alpha King Kieran Shadowfang, Morgana is once again forced into a mask and a royal gown to play the part of the perfect bride. She expected a cold meeting. She didn't expect the pull. One touch from Alpha Kieran ignites a fated mate bond that screams through her veins. One forbidden kiss leaves the Alpha obsessed with a woman whose face he hasn't seen. But when the truth is twisted by a master manipulator and a drugged rejection shatters her soul, Morgana is hunted into the woods with her new born. Three years later, she is no longer a servant. She is the queen of the rogues. A survivor, raising a son with the alpha’s eyes and a power that could level the kingdom. When Alpha Kieran, no longer the drugged puppet but a man desperate for the mate he thought he killed, he finds a woman who doesn't want him or his crown, and a son who doesn't know his name. Will Alpha Kieran be able to reclaim his mate, and son, or lose them to his mortal enemy, alpha king of the north?

Heather Kitchen seems to have it all - beauty, success as a model by day, and a deadly assassin by night. She lives a double life, seeking vengeance for her father's death while strutting the catwalks of Mexico City. But when the son of her father's killer becomes her next target, everything changes. As Heather delves deeper into the dangerous world of organized crime, her two lives collide, leaving her with only her own instincts to rely on. But amidst the chaos of her vendetta, an unexpected twist takes place - she find her self-esteem dying. Now torn between her thirst for revenge and her newfound emotions, Heather must decide if her petty feelings can coexist with her deadly lifestyle. When stuck between her feinhs mad lifestyle, will she be able to carry out the ultimate act of vengeance or will her conflicting desires lead to her downfall? In this gripping tale of vengance, Heather's fate hangs in the balance as she battles with her own heart. Can she overcome the blurred lines between her two lives? Or will her double life ultimately be her undoing? The answers lie within the twists and turns of Heather Kitchen's thrilling journey.

My wife forces my sister to accompany some men for drinks so she can help her first love get investments. My sister finds an opportunity to run but gets harassed by other drunken men. As she tries to break free, she has a heart attack, and she dies. I'm devastated as I handle her funeral alone. That's when my wife calls and snaps, "Tell your sister to apologize to Claude! Do you know how much trouble she's caused for him?" I don't know how much trouble he's in. All I know is that one must pay the price for the things they've done.

After the rising of humankind, creatures of the night were forced to fallback when they were almost faced with extinction, driving them into hiding. Many years have passed and a new creation emerged from death, roaming the new world with vague memories, trying to remember who she is. But little did she know her DNA was the key to end an ancient war, and a power source humans envied.

She was beautiful beyond measure she was deaf and the world's most powerful necromantress a very dark and depressing story a forsaken hero her mother was an archdruid her father was a high priest thier city Arcadia Prime was destroyed when she was 8 and she became deaf and nearly died in an explosion she met death on the edge of fate and became his Scion in exchange for her life the necromantress.My name is Raven Winterstar my lover Victoria Rose a Vampire Princess this is our Story

"He drags me from wall to table to wall again, like he can’t decide which surface deserves this. Wood bites my spine, the table squeals. His hands are everywhere, rough, greedy, feral. He palms my throat, my jaw, my hips. He fists a hand in my hair and angles my mouth. The kiss is vicious. He grinds me open with it. 'Kneel,' he says. The command is a shove under the skin. My legs fold. It’s humiliating how fast I go and how much I love myself for it." He owns my mouth. My body. My fucking soul. But I never said he could have my heart. Eli’s been chained before and it damn near killed him. So when he’s caught running through Blackthorn pack lands by Ronan Vale, the savage Alpha of Blackthorn, he's horrified when the brute marks and claims him. But Ronan doesn’t just bite. He binds. With ropes, with rules, with a voice that makes Eli's knees go weak and a touch that turns resistance into hunger. The bond between them is feral. And Eli hates how much he wants it, how much he wants Ronan, even when he has him spread out and shaking, marked and owned, begging to be filled so he’ll stop feeling empty. Eli swore no one would ever own him again. Then came the Alpha whose bond feels like a brand and a promise all at once. He hates how much he wants it. Ronan’s voice. Ronan’s hands. Ronan’s brutal, worshipful need. This isn’t love, it’s obsession. And Eli is afraid that he's starting to like it.

How does a blood thirst vampire catch a hideous unknown human mate? With only the blood as his tracker and his speed as his transporter, will he be able to bump with her?   Dash Slaughtrus Vandelion is a mighty and cold prince of Vandelia palace. She has a human mate whom he have always been searching for. An unlucky situation brought him to her and he has decided to just leave her alone and just be back for her when their palace is already safe and he can already ensure her safety in the vampire world.   Will Rosella Hasneka wait for the come back of the only man who is a vampire, who made her heart beat erratically and made her feel secure? What will happen once she enter the world of vampires and the mystery of her blood and why her father died resurface? Will it be her dangerous path she will ever take or will it lead her to be in the arms of the vampire she truly love?

Maeve Edgar's life plan was simple: survive until Selection Day, then disappear forever. As the pack's favorite scapegoat, she's spent years perfecting the art of being invisible. But when she gets kidnapped and dumped in front of the most dangerous prince in the kingdom, invisible stops being an option. Prince Riven is everything the rumors say - cold, lethal, and absolutely not interested in playing nice. So why does he choose her for some mysterious academy that nobody's ever heard of? And why does being near him feel like remembering something she never knew she'd forgotten? Turns out the Blood Moon Academy is where pack heirs compete in brutal trials to earn a place in the Royal Court. Now she's stuck fighting alongside the same spoiled brats who used to torment her, trying to prove she belongs somewhere she was never supposed to be. The connection between them grows stronger with every moment they're in the same room. It's the kind of bond wolves used to have before the Great War - the kind everyone says is just a myth now. But people are asking questions about her family, her past, her dreams of faces she's never seen. The wrong kind of people. And some of them seem very interested in making sure she doesn't get the answers she's looking for. The Academy was supposed to be about earning her place in the world. Turns out it might be about remembering who she used to be.

Seventeen-year-old Elara Ward has spent her life being forgotten and shuffled between foster homes and small towns that never remembered her once she’s gone. But the dying town of Willowmere is different. The air hums with whispers, the lake no longer reflects the moon, and something ancient is stirring beneath the willows. When Elara follows a strange light into the woods one blood-red night, she crosses the veil and a boundary between the human world and the Lumenwild, a realm of living moonlight and haunted shadows. There, she’s marked by an ancient power known as Moonfire, a symbol burned into her skin that pulses with the rhythm of the twin moons above. Saved by four mysterious men who are named Cael, their golden-eyed Alpha; Kian, the lightning-tongued rogue; Auren, the silent watcher; and Nyx, the shadow who walks between worlds and Elara learns that her arrival has reignited a prophecy buried in legend. The Riftborn, creatures of bone and smoke, are returning, and the mark she bears is both a weapon and a curse. In the heart of the Lumenwild’s glowing forest lies the Sanctum, a stronghold where wolves walk in light and the Moon’s will is law. There, Elara begins to uncover the truth, her crossing was no accident. The veil didn’t just let her in but it had called her home. As the moons draw closer and the bond between Elara and the wolves deepens, she must choose whether to embrace the power that could heal a broken world… or unleash the one that could end it. Because the Moon is awake again and she remembers her chosen.

He was her first love. He was also her greatest betrayal. Natasha Jayson once believed Lucas was her destiny… until the night he murdered her parents and destroyed the powerful Silver Bloodpack to steal its throne. Broken and hunted, Natasha disappeared. Years later, she returns stronger, colder, and determined to take back what is hers. Now a fierce lawyer hiding in Arizona, she has no room for love—especially not when she finds herself living with three dangerously irresistible lycan brothers who refuse to stay away. Doctors by day. Predators by nature. And each of them slowly falling for the one woman determined to keep her heart locked away. But Natasha’s carefully built plans collapse when the past comes crashing back. Lucas isn’t gone. He’s her new boss… and Caleb’s closest friend. The man who betrayed her once now stands between her and the revenge she has waited years to claim. And this time, Natasha refuses to be the victim. Because the broken girl Lucas left behind is gone. What he created instead… is a ruthless Alpha who will stop at nothing to reclaim her throne.