Twisted Tales Series Novels & Stories

Dear Reader, Thank you for walking this long journey with me. For holding Lunessa’s hand in the darkness. For standing beside Azrik through the fire. For dreaming with me, until the very end. But is it really the end? Some stories are too powerful to end here. Shaelith and Seraphira still have their tale to tell. ‘Twins of Midnight’ is coming January 2026. Set in a new age, where the world has shifted but their powers remain, only haunted by the mistake of their father.

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

As her voice trailed off, I heard an unmistakable howl echoing in the distance, and the hair on my neck rose. “Did you hear that?” Julie frantically whispered. “Maybe my Little Red Riding Hood joke wasn’t so far off. There are wolves out there, Taylor! Wolves!” With that cruel realization, I second-guessed my decision to run into the woods, but staying in the truck and being easy pickings for the deranged Rambo wasn’t an option either. Swallowing hard, I slipped out of the passenger’s door and stayed low. Adrenaline spiked

He made it so. To be honest, I never had a chance, he was playing for the win and I lost. Maybe I was right to think that I could never have the happily ever after, and he wasn't giving me one. Because his love was all Dark and Twisted. (This is the second book of a Duo Series, Readers are advised to read the First book- 'CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance', before this book.) #WrongReasonRightOne #Mafia #Dark #Twisted #Steamy #ReadtheWarnings #SensitiveThemes #Dominant #Caged #Kidnapped #Revenge

Clein's eyes widened. A gurgling sound escaped his lips. Blood bubbled up, spilling over his chin. His body convulsed, fingers twitching—then stilling. Tales twisted the blade. “And I’m not yours.” Then he yanked it out. The head hit the floor with a dull thud. Silence. Tales stared at the blood pooling around Clein's lifeless form. His hands were shaking, but he didn’t feel weak. He felt—free.

He sounds both suspicious and paranoid, a lovely combination. “About—” I hesitate, praying to every deity out there that I’m not wrong about this, “About some books you wrote.” “I’ve written a lot of books. And how do you know that?” “I’m referring to a particular book series you wrote, Mr. Lowenstein,” my voice is politer as relief fills me. “About the Blood Moon Hybrid.” His face blanches. “Not interested.” But when he tries to slam the door closed, I stick my foot in, preventing him from doing so. “It’s important I talk to you!”

The Royal Shadow Series will consist of 9 books, and then the saga will be complete. Part of the saga is also the anthology A Court of Arcane Souls, which features short stories based on side characters readers wanted to read more about, but these stories are not available on the book apps, nor will they ever be; they are exclusive to my subscription platform. There are currently 4 short stories available: From Omega to Beta (Torie's story), Say Yes Like You Mean It (Derrick's story), A Motherly Bond (Jessica's story - Marcus' mother), and Embracing Her Cursed Love (Eisa's story). There are 4 more scheduled short stories to come that have been requested, and likely even more after that.

He rambles, before looking back down at his laptop. Odd, I swore he told me I needed to wake up. I just shrugged it off and looked back up at the books. I stopped walking when I saw an old book that belonged to his grandma. It was a book about the wolf people. I bit my lip. I looked over at Hunter again. “Do you believe in the stories of the shapeshifters and the wolf people?” I questioned him, debating if I should tell him or not. I chew on my bottom lip.

He says as he pulls a package out of his bag and hands it to me. "Oh, what is it?" I remove the cloth that covers the package, it is a very old book with a blood red cover and despite the years is still in good condition. I caress the cover of the book, on it we can read the pack of the twilight. "This is a very old book, the family tree of our pack. " I opened the book, my fingers shaking. I had been wanting to know everything about this community that piques my curiosity for so long, I couldn't believe it.

A dark, raw kind of want I didn’t recognize. Alessandro wasn’t just another man — he was the first one to ever make me wonder what it would feel like to lose control. To surrender. The thought hit me like a punch. I’d spent years building walls, shaping myself into a woman of steel — the girl who clawed her way into law school, who worked twice as hard, who never let anyone see her break. All because of one night. I was ten years old, peering down the staircase of our family home. The air smelled of whiskey and smoke, and the faint sound of a TV buzzed from the living room.