Weak Knees Sigils

She vowed to destroy their lives, after finding out about the things she missed. "Who gave them the permission to arrange my life the way they want?" She had only thing to do, love or kill? "I, Amelia, daughter of the Silvermoon pack. I would bring them all to their knees and they would beg for mercy." But life gave her a different course, she fell in love. Would that cloud her judgement...?

Selene never imagined that the scrawny, awkward boy she rejected years ago would become a rich, powerful Alpha. Back then, Kyle was weak, poor, and certainly not someone she thought fit to be her mate. But time changes everything. Fleeing the pack with her lover, and ending up with nothing but a son and debts. Selene was left down in the dump. However, once she got news of Kyle's success, her interest in him piqued and she wanted to have him back, thinking it'd be as easy as snapping her fingers. But Kyle being a ruthless, dangerously handsome Alph that was wealthy, feared, and untouchable, Selene finds herself on her knees, chasing the man whose heart she once shattered.

Blythe Mnemosyne Jimenez is a successful corporate woman. She is a woman with vision, title and a name in her chosen track. She always held her head up high and nothing can make her bow. She has the looks, the money, fame and the attitude. She got a perfect life ahead. But then what if she went back to the place of her childhood? A place where the memories of her innocence lies and where everything about her started. Will this place make her stronger or this is where she'll cry with bended knees?

Power is always associated with trouble. Sometimes it is great enough to save us from trouble, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes it is so great that trouble can't get close and sometimes its greatness is the reason why trouble comes. Sometimes it's not about how you use it, sometimes it's about the power itself. The mere existence of a certain power could stir up fear, awe, hatred and envy depending on who percieved it and how they do.

"It hurts! It hurts me more! Don't you understand, that your savage sister ran away. Taking the money and jewelry I gave her," Arka snapped and then released the hold turning to stare at Mona's reddened cheeks. "That's impossible, Brother-in-Law," Mona said shaking her head, her knees felt weak and she fell to the floor. "I didn't think it was possible either, but this is what happened!" Arka snarled, kicking Mona to her back and causing the corner of her lip to bleed. "Go to your room, or you'll die by my hands right now!" Arka ordered, making Mona try to get up and step into the room while sobbing with pain.

Her parent's death had taken a part of Beatrice. Having grown into a cold-blooded vampire, she was weak, unlike the others. The Coldblooded vampires were the ancient virtue of the night. Passed down to generations and lineages, the blood never lies. After her parent's death, she moved to the other part of the land. The land of Viscoria unlike the other lands was ruled and settled in by the other creatures, the wolves. Having met the Lord of Viscoria, Beatrice was determined to unlock her powers and become the hybrid Hostess of land of Viscoria. **** "Aye Milord, this maiden does not need a broth," Beatrice said with a smile. "Did you have fun Beatrice, I heard you went to the brothel to meet a friend. "...."

***Trigger Warning: *** Flashback to a year ago… I am chained to the bed, lying on my tummy. His touch that once meant everything to me, now feels like acid burning my skin. He unties my legs, but leaves my arms shackled. “Knees on the bed, ass in the air.” He commands, and I sob and try to kick him away. He pushes my head down into the pillow and I struggle for air. “Don’t make this harder on yourself, you filthy whore.” He says in my ear and I sob when he lets go of my head. “Please, don’t do this Phillip. You are hurting me, just let me go.” I pleaded and he chuckled. “You are mine. Mine to do with as I please. And right now, I said, knees on the bed, and ass in the air!” he yells. ------ Running for her life and looking for a fresh start. All Alexia wanted was to survive, and draw no attention to herself. Fate, it seems, had other plans for her in the form of Carter Quinn. Who is this man, and what are these feelings he elicits in her? Will he be able to put the pieces of this broken woman back together again? Or will they crash and burn, when her past and future collide. Secrets, lies and half-truths all come to light, as they discover what they really mean to each other.

Lyra is an Omega who could not shift into her wolf form. Her life is just a shell lying in ruins since a strange disease wiped out her entire pack and left her the only survivor. That was when Devon came along and rescued her. Her mate, and her nightmare. Devon never wanted a weak one as his future Luna but he couldn't reject this little omega due to the King's law. He bruised her, tormented her, and treated her like the dirt beneath his shoe. However, when he finally got rid of this weak omega, he could never expect what treasure he had missed. Lyra had no time to celebrate her escape from hell when fate sent a new mockery. Her second mate turned out to be the even mightier Lycan King Julian, and he also refused to announce her as his mate but turned her to be his private slave.

, Simone seizes a dark bargain with the Lycan king: marry him for a year, gain power, and unleash her thirst for vengeance. As she’s pulled deeper into his shadowed world, Simone realizes she’s more than a pawn to him. But things take a twisted turn as she finds out he had been cursed and yet —a passionate, dangerous pull binds them together… “stop groveling, you'll hurt your knees.” She complained, worried about me; her little action and sensitivity had caused my cock to throb harder in my pants, I loved dominant women. “I like it this way, I'm where I ought to be.” I whispered, sending trails of kisses from her feets to her laps once more. “Where is that?” She asked with a smug grin, yanking me by the hair, causing me to flinch backwards, “On my knees,” I whispered. Parting her thighs, my fingers sliding through. “On my knees, before you. Mi amor.”

"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.