Veins In Neck Visible

A werewolf. A seer. A vampire. Aurora Wane thought she was just another high school junior with a painful past, until two strangers walked into her life and shattered everything she thought she knew. One is a brooding vampire with ice in his veins and secrets that bleed from his eyes. The other, a charming Australian werewolf with a gaze that makes her heart race and her soul ache. Both claim she's theirs. Both are right. But Aurora isn't just a girl caught between two powerful creatures. She's the last of her kind - a Seer born to rewrite destiny. As forgotten memories resurface and ancient enemies close in, Aurora must unravel the truth about who she is and what she’s meant to become. Torn between love, betrayal, and the haunting legacy of her parents’ deaths, Aurora’s world spirals when she discovers her bond isn’t just split between two, it’s fractured across time itself. An imprisoned soul calls to her in dreams, promising answers... and a new kind of power. Now, with war looming and the supernatural council watching her every move, Aurora must choose: surrender to fate, or rise and change it. Three mates. One girl. A war that could end them all. This is not the story of a girl finding love. It’s the story of a Seer reclaiming her throne.

Alaric and I had been mates for five years, and I had believed with all my heart that I would become the first female Gamma of the pack by proving myself in the warrior’s trial. I had trained relentlessly, sharpening my claws and honing my instincts, ready to fight for my rightful place. But fate had other plans. Three days before the trial, I was ambushed by rogues. They didn't just attack me—they hunted me like prey. They tormented me with the silver knife so that my wolf was dead. The scent of death clung to me, my wolf howling in agony, desperately trying to heal, but the wounds ran too deep. As I lay barely conscious on the blood-stained sheets, I heard my husband's cold, indifferent voice. "Is she dead?" The witch doctor hesitated before answering, "No, but—" "It doesn’t matter," Alaric interrupted, Coat her wounds with wolfsbane and silver—make sure it seeps into her blood, burns through her veins, and poisons her wolf beyond repair. I want her body to reject her own nature, so she will never heal. There will only be one Gamma in this pack, and that's Serina." In that moment, the truth became clear—I had never truly stood a chance in the warrior’s trial I had dreamed of. The battle had been decided long before I ever stepped into the arena.

The woman Aelfric was to marry had agreed to undergo this ritual with him. It was the only way for them, as two of the area's few healers, to become strong enough to stop the devastating Swamp Fever from claiming the lives of hundreds of children each year. As healers, they had exceptional training, the problem was power. Aelfric's research had revealed exactly where healing power came from and why, until now, it was so limited. After this ritual, he and his beloved would change the tides of disease and death in these lands, perhaps the entire world forever. Aelfric knew Silver-Dew abhorred the idea of immortality. What they were about to do would rid their bodies of their very souls, freeing the concentrated power of the life-spark to be used for their magic. He'd painstakingly crafted each of them a vessel to safeguard their soul. Sil wore hers around her neck: a beautiful, lovingly crafted pendant with a blood red stone in the center. The stone was rendered from the carefully heated blood of the beast that had captured her, the very beast Aelfric had slain.

He inhaled deeply. “Let’s do some extra work for you.” I shook my head as he began to pull my zipper down. “My money is waiting for you,” he said coldly, hoarsely, and as deep as an abyss. His warm breath touched my neck, followed by money scattered over my body. Max knew I needed his money. And I knew he wanted my body. *** Betrayed on her wedding day and branded cursed for being a wolfless Alpha heir, Skylar Clover Clementine loses everything. Her pack, her groom, and her pride. Fleeing to another pack, she hides under a false identity as a caddie girl, only to fall into the hands of Maximilian Vale Keagan, the most feared Alpha and the ruthless leader of the biker gang Wild Hurricanes. Max offers Skylar protection, but demands her submission in return. What begins as revenge turns into obsession when he discovers she’s his fated mate.

Ever since I started at the Brooklyn Enquirer as a journalist, I've been reporting on stories nobody cares about. But the other day, I found a story that I was sure the audience would sink their teeth into. One that was front-page worthy and would make our newspaper infamous. Except it centers around a mafia boss and his bloodthirsty brothers.  It won't be easy to get it, but I'm determined to prove my worth. And it starts with Darick Dawson. My heart fluttered as we gazed into each other's eyes. At the same time, we leaned forward, and our lips touched. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stroked his fingers through my hair, pulling at the roots softly, earning a moan from me. He traced his finger around my lips when suddenly, I opened my eyes and noticed the red in his irises getting darker. My Bloodthirsty Mafia Man is written by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author

"I don't like when other man touches what is mine." He whispered in deep voice, his blue eyes sparkled with jealousy and possession. "I am not your possession, Ashton. Remember, we're married only on the papers." I somehow said as his intimidating personality loomed over me. I could hear our heartbeats. "I don't give a fuck to those papers, Valeria. You're my wife and the whole world must know this." Saying this, he buried his face in the crook of my neck and kissed there. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. He was off reach and forbidden. He was my ex-fiance's uncle. But he was my husband. Everything changed for Valeria Miller when her boyfriend left her waiting on the aisle and his uncle stepped up to save her from the shame. Their marriage was fixed on the last minute, it shouldn't be permanent. But Ashton had other thoughts in his mind. He wanted Valeria forever.

After spending a night together, Nova never expected to see Damian again. That is, until three months later when their paths crossed once more. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he murmured against my neck, his warm breath fanning over my skin as his lips grazed me. Damian’s nose traced along my jaw before he pressed a slow, possessive kiss under my ear. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers brushing over my slick folds before teasing my clit in slow, deliberate circles. My breath hitched, and his low groan vibrated against my throat. He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them deep as his thumb kept stroking. Heat coiled in my belly, my hips grinding into his touch. I glanced down and caught the sight of his tattooed hand buried in my lacy underwear, moving with skill and hunger. I smirked through a gasp — I loved seeing him there, claiming me like that.

“I, King Damien Thorne reject you as my mate.” I always thought I was Cinderella, that I was gonna find my mate the day I turned eighteen and then happily ever after. But I was all wrong because it came as a slap in the face. Bringing me to the cold reality of my fate. I was a slave, not a princess. And he was King, not a prince. Viola Graham fell from being the princess of her pack to having chains and shackles around her neck and feet, battered and torn and betrayed. Her identity of being the Alpha’s daughter, she must hide from the man who stared at her with hatred and contempt. He realized the slave brought to him is his mate. A second chance mate he never hoped for after his fated mate died cruelly in his arms and he lived in the emptiness to strengthen his pack. Will he be able to open his heart to the weird violet-eyed woman and love again? What happened when she fake her death and run away because of secrets that had made their love turn into hatred?

I was in a car accident on my way to my son, Nathan’s piano competition. Ignoring my injuries, I limped to the venue just in time for the awards ceremony. Nathan won the gold medal. With excitement shining in his eyes, he ran toward me. But as I smiled at him, he turned and placed the medal around the neck of my husband’s first love, Janine Beck. My husband of ten years, Christopher Frost, looked at me with irritation. “Look at what you’re wearing! You’re filthy, like a beggar,” he said cruelly. “Don’t come to Nathan’s celebration dinner tonight—he’s embarrassed by you!” I stayed silent and went alone to the hospital to have my injuries checked. Later, I returned to the villa, drenched in the rain, only to find the doors locked against me. I knocked on the door in the pouring rain for the entire night. At dawn, when the first light broke across the sky, I sent Christopher a message: [Let’s get a divorce. As you wish, I will no longer be an eyesore in your lives.]

He is looking so upset and he doesn't want to say why. He just pinned me to the wall that moment and looked into my eyes saying to me. “...I have no intention to cause you any pain but today l have to do that. You can call it selfishness or whatsoever you choose to call it but l don't have a choice". Once he said these words to me l began to shake in fear. Although l didn't know why but l knew something bad was about to befall me. What could it be though? Immediately he showed me the collar l didn't just assume any longer l was sure now. He put the collar around my neck and made it very tight. Lord Ethane never makes me wear my collar when we are alone. I almost broke down in tears but l knew a day would surely come when he would do this to me but I really didn't expect it to be on my second day with him. It really is too soon.