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Three days ago, my vampire fiancé, Clan Lord Raven Ashford, took his aide Vera on a private overnight trip to the southern border and gave her the seat reserved for his betrothed. He expected me to make a scene. I didn’t. I had stopped fighting a month ago. A year's worth of small surrenders had finally added up to something I could no longer ignore. He handed the border treaty I had negotiated myself to Vera, thinking I would appeal to the elders. Instead, I organized the handover documents and sent them over. He dismantled the territorial affairs I had managed for years, piece by piece, to pave Vera's way forward. I said nothing. I took the blame that was mine, accepted the cold looks, and let it all pass. At the banquet, he seated Vera beside him. He nodded more at her words than at mine. He thought I had finally accepted it, thought I was afraid to lose him. Then he came to me with offers. A manor in the south. Hunting grounds in the west. The family ring that should finally go on my finger. For the first time, he initiated these things himself, speaking as though granting me rewards. I asked for nothing. The dissolution papers he had already signed were buried among the documents he approved without reading. Those papers contained two declarations: the end of our betrothal and my departure from the clan. He never noticed. He still believed I was his betrothed, still waiting. I wasn't.

In the fourth year of my secret crush on James, he sired me. It was only that night I realized the man I had been pining for wasn't just a regular gallery owner and businessman—he was a Vampire Prince. That was also the night I got pregnant with our son, Finn. But it's been six years since we forged our Blood Bond, and he has never publicly acknowledged our existence. He wouldn't even let Finn call him "Father." On Finn’s sixth birthday, he missed the party yet again, choosing to stay by his female assistant Elsa's side. He didn't return until the dead of night, offering a half-hearted, "Sorry, I'm late." This time, I didn't cry. I didn't argue. I calmly pulled out the bond dissolution papers and tricked him into signing them. Then, I took my son and fled back to the human world, vanishing from his life entirely. The usually cold, ruthless Prince lost his mind, turning the world upside down to find us. But this time, Finn and I are never looking back.

Lucius Nightshade, the Original Vampire Progenitor, was ambushed. A rogue hunter on a suicide mission. But my mate, Julian Thorne, and his elite guards weren't there. They were at a midnight masquerade, playing bodyguard for his childhood sweetheart, Lilah. I didn't invoke the mate bond to summon Julian. Instead, heavy with an eight-month pregnancy, I threw myself at Lucius. I traded my life to shield him from the fatal silver shrapnel. Because in my past life, I did invoke the emergency bond. Julian ditched Lilah, teleported to the scene, and saved Lucius. For that, he got a seat on the High Council. He became the Lord of his clan. But Lilah threw a fit because he left her behind. She ran off the territory in a tantrum and got ripped apart by our clan's worst enemies. Julian didn't say a word. But on the day I was due to give birth, he forcibly dragged me into the Sunlight Cell. His fangs grazed my ear, dangerous and cold. His hands shook violently on my shoulders, fueled by pure grief and manic rage. "The Progenitor had so many elite guards! Why did you have to force-summon me? Am I just a stepping stone to you? You don't love me. You just wanted the vanity of being a Lord's wife, didn't you?" "Lilah wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for your damn jealousy! You are going to suffer a thousand times worse than she did!" Then, without a shred of mercy, he shoved me and my newborn into the blazing daylight. I watched in horror as my baby burned to ashes right beside me. When I opened my eyes again, the harsh stench of silver powder filled the air. I was back on the day Progenitor Lucius was ambushed.

"Evelyn Vane. You conspired with the Fallen. You tried to murder Tania Swann, future Lady of the Nightfall Court. Today, your blood wakes the Blood Mirror. We will rip out your memories. We will seal your fate." In the ancient catacombs, the Blood Mirror cast a dark red halo in the candlelight. My former fated mate lounged on his black velvet throne. He was Valerius Cross, the noble Lord of the Nightfall Court. Those eyes used to look at me with love. Now, they held only disgust. "The Blood Mirror will show every betrayal you've committed against this Court. Our entire kind will see the monster hiding under that pretty skin!" Tania clung softly to Valerius's broad chest. She traced lazy circles on his skin. A sweet, smug smile played on her lips. She was so sure the mirror would condemn me tonight. She was so sure I'd burn to ashes. The rune-carved silver chains bit deep into my flesh. Black smoke hissed from my burns. Even so, I spoke. My voice was broken. "Valerius, are you sure about this? Do you really want my blood to show you my memories? Once it starts... none of you can turn back."

Snow was determined to break the mould. She was going to be the first woman in her long family line not to join The Academy and become a Vampire Hunter. She was set on this ever since she could speak. But when her mother is killed by a Vampire when Snow is only 12 years old, everything changes. Snow is renowned in the Hunting world,. She's only 28 years old and her kill count is one of the highest they have ever seen. Little do they know the only kill count they have access to is the contracted kill counts that are recorded. She's almost double that number of un-contracted kills. Revenge is the only thing she ever thinks about, and who can blame her? Her next kill is Damien… Mr. Edge Enterprises. He's a high priority kill with a 3 million dollar payout. Something is different about him though, something Snow can't quite place. Killing him would prove to be a lot more difficult than she expected. There is much she doesn't know when it comes to Damien… And even more that he isn't telling her. To make things worse, she finds out that The Academy is harboring a multitude of secrets… Snow has to make an inherently difficult choice. Will she choose the man she barely knows, and is supposed to have already killed? Or will she choose The Academy? The place who took her in after her moms death, and taught her everything she's ever known? Follow us as we traverse the mind of a woman scorned. Who's hellbent on revenge while she tries to justify the feelings she shouldn't have, for the man who she should have already killed. Rating 18+ for language, violence, and graphic sexual content.

"Bloodline of Mayan Gods", is a Dark Vampire Erotica series that ventures into the shadows, exploring the complexities of a childhood Royal betrothal, and the struggles of navigating the fierceness of their Mate bond to his virgin mate. Her fate was set the minute she was born, betrothed to Prince Rryan before she took her first breath. All while living in a brutal unforgiving world. Years later, Prince Rryan now King, a full Blood Mayan Vampire, known as the 'Ripper' rules with a blood lust, his only weakness, her. Syla was hidden from him after the death of her mother. Years later, she was sold to him, dirty unrecognizable, and bleeding, captured by ruthless traders, he saw something in her eyes.. then he knew... she learns that her entire life was a lie, He knows who she truly is... as he tries to navigate and control the Beast within him, his fierce need to re-claim her as his mate, no one will stop him from having her, and he doesn't care about boundaries. She wants him as badly as he wants her, the pleasure and pain he gives her, makes her love him even more. He will destroy everything and everyone to keep her safe, only she can calm his rage, and satisfy his needs. *Dark Vampire erotica and sensual horror. *From rags to riches, she fought for everything she has, and now He will destroy everything to get whatever she desires, even that which is forbidden... *This series is intended for mature readers, If you're uncomfortable with graphic sexual content, please proceed with caution. I could tell you more but I prefer that you experience their journey firsthand, and the shock of those who join their sexual union, their story is just beginning and they are not alone.

[Book 2 in Vampire's Bride Duology] Vampires have always been in a tussle with Lycans, but both are Goddess Diana’s off-springs. Therefore, it is no surprise when one is bound to the other by a bond that is revered by them. Myra Winters is an omega, who just wanted to spend her life in peace and meet her soulmate someday. But little did she know that not only was her mate a creature that she hated, but their bond was older than they could fathom. [Book 2 in Vampire's Bride Duology]

Jamari has been through a lot since becoming the Wolf Queen. She has now found herself in the Vampire Realm and confronted with her Vampire mate who is less than thrilled about sharing her with three others. With the help of Fate, Jamari must convince Lucern that they are meant to be together, the fate of the Realms depend on it. With a new threat stepping on the scene, will Jamari be able to convince Lucern to accept her as his mate before time runs out? Or will his loyalty to another get in the way of the yearning they feel for each other? *Book 2 of the Alpha Queen Series (Book 1: Rise of the Alpha Queen)*

Our blood-oath ceremony was on the horizon. But my fated mate, Darius, told me he had to forge a blood bond with another woman. Livia. He claimed her life force was unraveling. That without his blood, she would fade to nothing. I fought him. But the next day, he moved Livia directly into the Prince's Chambers in the Coven’s castle. That was the suite reserved for the future Prince’s mate. My suite. He tried to soothe me, sinking to his knees, his crimson eyes pleading. “Once she’s stable, I swear I’ll break the bond. You are my only eternity. You always will be.” But then Livia found me. She showed me the fresh, golden mark on her wrist—the symbol of an Eternal Bond. They had already completed the sacred rite. Long before Darius ever confessed to me. My heart shattered to ash. I dragged my nail across the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our blood-oath ceremony. Then I opened the encrypted message from the Vienna Coven Academy. “I accept. I’ll leave on the day of our ceremony.”

My best friend Seraphine had not one drop of blood left in her body when they found her. Her skin was translucent. There were two dried trails of blood from the corners of her mouth, like she had wept herself empty long before the end. She left one note. One sentence: "Vera saw his face." From that day forward, I became the Covenant's greatest sinner. Because I knew who did it. But I said nothing. For ten years, I said nothing. Then Lucian came back. He was the one who had turned us, raised us, given us the only home we had ever known. He set the Soul Prism in front of me. "Tonight," he said, "you give me the killer." His eyes hadn't changed. That was the worst part. After ten years of exile, of stones and fire and nights that never got warmer, I looked at him and he was still exactly who he had always been to me. "Or you disappear from this world along with him." He didn't know. The reason I had chosen exile and starvation and a Blood Oath that had been eating my soul core alive for a decade — was him. All of it, always, had been for him.