Titans Mythology Story

The lone survivor of a terrible tragedy, sixteen-year-old Ashling Shields is living like she’s already dead. But when a chance encounter with an irresistibly wicked teen rock star goes awry, she’s pulled into a world of fallen angels and seductive vampires. A world of dark pleasures, enchantments and secrets deep in the midnight forest. Ashling must unravel the mystery of her past before the dark force hunting her catches up. It's a second chance to follow her dreams... if her nightmares don't kill her first.

With mixed feelings, Jillian Moore goes to the casting of the new season of "The Super Model" to investigate the case of a missing girl behind the scenes. Before she knows it, she stumbles into a turbulent whirlpool of glamour, ambition and shady dealings. When, to make matters worse, she falls in love and has to shimmy from one lie to the next, her life seems to come completely apart at the seams ...

Susan Miller, my father's caretaker, often complains that the supplements keep running out. The wild kingroots that are worth 500 thousand dollars are completely used up even though Susan has only made soup with them twice in a row. As I filter through the medicinal residue with a frown on my face, Susan sinks down to her knees and begins slapping herself. "They must have melted in the soup because of my lack of attention! Please dock my pay, Ms. Lawson, but please don't fire me!" But that night, I come across a post uploaded by Susan's son, Roman Cox, on Instagram. "Hi everyone! Today, I'm challenging myself to eat two wild kingroots in one go!" When I see Roman picking up a familiar-lookng giftbox, I feel my temper flaring instantly. Then, I order a packet of potent aphrodisiacs meant for animals on the spot. It turns out that Roman intends to chug down my prized Romanee-Conti in the next episode of his stream. Well then, I'll let him have his feel of drinking something else!

Among the wolf packs in the North, everyone knows very well that Alpha Danny Gardner from the Gronya pack is a lunatic. That wolf is a bloodthirsty and violent menace. He often presses a blood-stained claw against his opponent's throat at the negotiation table. To think that an Alpha like him loves incredibly sexy she-wolves… Recently, Danny has his eye on Serana Allen, a she-wolf from a small pack. The pack has agreed to deliver her to Danny in five days' time just to avoid inviting trouble to their doorstep. When my mate, Alpha Trey Sutton from the Sawyer pack, finds out about this matter, he goes missing for the next three days. By the time I've tracked him down in neutral territory, I happen to overhear his conversation with his Beta. "On the day of the bonding ceremony, once the convoy is done circling around the Sawyer pack's border according to the North's rules, we'll switch the route. Leah will replace Serana in traveling to the Gronya pack." The Beta keeps his voice lowered. "Don't worry, Alpha. The route has been arranged properly. But… what should we do about Leah?" Trey remains silent for a moment. "I can't just sit by and watch Serana fall into Danny's hands. None of the she-wolves who have slept with him can leave his territory unscathed. I will form a temporary bond with Serana. As for Leah… "Well, once the matter is dealt with, she will remain the pack's only Luna." As I stand outside the door, I can feel my blood turning into ice. The Alpha, whom I've loved for so many years, actually plans on marking another she-wolf at my own bonding ceremony…

Ever since everyone in the palace knew of her arranged engagement to the Crown Prince of Anatolia, her close friend, personal doctor, and famous court heartbreaker, Arden, started acting inexplicably different toward her. Struggling to catch up with all the responsibilities in her life, courtly and personal alike, Katie found an escape in the company of the prince and in her time with Arden. Will she be able to get used to courtly life, or find another place to call home?

Willow Crest, an 18 year old Senior in High School was born with the gift of Premonitions that came in her dreams. As a Light Witch and a black sheep within her own town, Willow is constantly bullied by her peers, both Witches and regular students at her school. Even with her special skills, she is looked down on as the weakest in her Coven, some seeing her as an outcast as her mother was a Light Witch before her, but her father was a normal human being. Plagued with Depression and Anxiety, Willow was ready to end her torment until a fateful encounter with a tall, mysterious man with smoldering gold and red eyes convinces her that life was worth living. Dante Iscariot, a man that walked in the time of Christ. A participant in many wars. An observer to empires both rising and falling. Though civilizations aged, Dante didn't. No matter how many followers pledged their allegiance to him, no matter how many people he turned with his blood, none of them could fill the emptiness that was left inside of himself. Then one day, he met a young woman with short black hair and violet eyes when visiting a small town in Montana. He planned to turn her until he realized that they had a connection far stronger than he ever imagined. Book 1: Fated to the Werewolf King

"But my quest is not over. For in the name of all that is evil, I promise Athena, I will be back!" The story of Medusa continues, for when she was slain, her life didn't end, for it was yet to begin. As I walked into the great room, there stood Hades, black jeans and a tee, with a hue of blue......sexy hair. This couldn't get any worse... The goddess Medusa is back and vengeance is coming upon Olympus. Athena is in for the battle of her life as Medusa has the entire nation of the underworld at her command. Medusa would reign terror down on the gods and in return for his help, Hades wants Zeus' throne...... "You wouldn't kill your own role model Medusa darling?" Athena asked, the fear evident in her voice. "You started this war, I'm just doing you a favor by ending you in it."

Ethan is one of the least you could ever imagine was a full blooded werewolf. A clumsy ass, a nerd, a wimp, all about a loser, with many health problems. Also an orphan. He was never the bold type rather he was very shy and tends to play dumb. But what happens when he found his grandfather dead in house, heart ripped off? With pain and grief he tries to fight through, but he is struck down when he is been told the real truth about his origin, like it wasn't hard enough, he comes to know a lot more than he can take, crossing over to the werewolf world were he is forced to be an omega and rejected cause he was seen as weak. How ever all the werewolf race are endanger with the prophecy pending, the hero was already been prepared right from birth, at least the person the thought was their hero. But little did they know the moon goddess had her eyes on someone else, someone least expected. A nobody.But cause of some traumatic experience will the chosen one ever conquer his fear and finally let his werewolf speak or would betrayal and abuse quench the only hope of goddess Luna? or will another hero be chosen for the ultimate battle of the prophecy? only you can find out now! warnings. contain sexual assault, abuse of minor, disturbing scenes. for only those who are strong enough to go through that adventure! through pain and victory.

Gods and Immortals are the stuffs of legend. Many choose to follow, some will choose to betray, and some will choose to love. Ao Shun (The Black Ocean Dragon) is Immortal after his service from the Emperor is completed. He grows bored and decides to visit the Human realm for some fun. He meets Jin An. She is born to be the dragon's bride but fate condemns her to death and rebirth over the centuries. Can the Dragon save her from death? Will his power grow or dissolve because she is not with him? Will the Veil, a human faction bent on killing the bride to destroy the dragon's power, prevail in each lifetime? Will a hidden evil prevail and become the dragon's demise. The Ocean Dragon's Bride is a Chinese love story that spans centuries. A love that finds it's strength within the conflict of an Immortal power struggle. And lovers who will never give up.

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”