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Scott had always hated humans ever since the begining of his existence. He believed that they were only good for one thing... As food bags. Alijah was the average human girl who loved her lonely life and prefered peace to every other thing. Her life turned around when she became involved with Scott, a man who seemed to hate her gut for no reason. Some harsh truth became open and Scott was left with no choice than to either become a forced bodyguard or let the entire vampire race be vanquished.

Stony black orbs stared into scared hazel eyes, " You ruined me ... Or so you think, you played me for a fool ! ... But I won't let you have the last laugh. I am more powerful and deadlier than you think " With tears in his once beautiful and mesmerizing eyes, he pleaded " please don't hurt me ... I regret all I have done , if I could take it back I will" Liar ! Came the response and with that a flying dagger towards his right shoulder, pinning him to the wall.

As an ordinary wolf-girl, Scarlett Black is turning 17 the only thing she was worrying about was boys, friends and coming closer to her wolf awakening. Little did she know the next few years would change her life forever.

Jovita and Lord Ralph, fated to be enemies, ignite a forbidden attraction that forces both of them to question their beliefs and loyalty to their kind. Jovita, a human destined to be the downfall and savior of vampires, is compelled to choose between saving humanity or succumbing to the fiery desires ignited by Lord Ralph. Meanwhile, the infamous and powerful vampire, Lord Ralph, must decide between breaking the boundaries of his own rules or protecting his people from destruction. Can love conquer all, even in the face of destiny?

A mountain, once a towering monument to man's ambition, now sobbed rust and decay. Its skeletal skyscrapers clawed at a sky choked with ash, an endless darkness that reflected the desolation below. Here, where survival was a brutal equation of scavenged scraps and desperate violence, whispers clung to the crumbling ruins like the ever-present dust. Whispers of a legend, a shadow lurking in the deepest, forgotten heart of the mountain: a monster. They called him the Blood King, a name hissed with fear and reverence. Not just another vampire, but a predator whose power had once threatened to consume all of man-kind. He is said to be so great that no one was a match to his strength, his wrath so terrible, that the ancients themselves, the very inventors of their shadowed presence, had deemed him too dangerous to roam free. They imprisoned him, not in chains of iron, but in a cage of blood. A cage that could only be unlocked by the one whose essence was his destined key, his chosen one. A cruel contradiction, a punishment designed to bind him for eternity. Unknown to them all that the blood king’s chosen one was a human adventurer, who lived for the thrill and would do anything for a fearful adventure.

Yuri wasn’t looking for anything pure or righteous. He’d never known tenderness, nor did he want to know. It didn’t fit with being Bratva. But when he met her, this tiny bundle of woman, he almost wished he were different. Something about her just appealed to a place deep inside him. A feeling he never realized was even there. She had reached down deep into his soul and taken a piece of him. For her, he almost wished he was different. Because now that he had tasted her he wouldn’t let her go. Raven knew who he was and what he was but she never expected to be drawn to him. She had nothing to offer a man like him. He was one man she never should have met, let alone been allowed to taste. He was everything she’d ever dreamed of and so much more. She knew she should have walked away from him for her own sake. But if she did, she’d be nothing more than a shattered soul.

***His hatred wraps her blood, her body, and her soul since their first meeting. She has never imagined someone like him exist, and worse still, could enter into her life with vengeance*** As a perfect markswoman and an excellent huntress, Danica never hesitated to hunt down a killer. In the city where humans and supernatural beings coexisted, she made a living by searching for monsters and taking their heads for trifling bounties. Gambled with death, lived in a shoe box, and without a boyfriend, no girl in her right mind would envy Danica’s life. The worse was yet to come when she killed a cruel and twisted vampire. There was something about the dead vampire that made her anxious. Soon, the vampire prince—who no human knew what he looked like—went missing, to the world’s surprise. And everything was connected.

“Your father’s debt is now yours to pay,” he said. The words were quiet, but they hit like a hammer. “Whether you like it or not, it’s either you serve me or you die.” Santa Griffin has always lived life on his own terms, bold, flirtatious, and unapologetically reckless. But when his father is found dead under suspicious circumstances, Santa is dragged into the shadowy world of the Otho family, the most powerful clan of vampires in the city. There, he learns the truth: his father’s debt has fallen onto him, and Lord Perth Otho demands repayment in the most terrifying way possible. Forced into servitude, Santa becomes Perth’s personal slave. But what begins as a cruel punishment twists into something far more dangerous. Perth toys with him mercilessly, savoring his defiance, but beneath the ruthless control lies an attraction neither can deny. As tensions rise, Santa is caught in a deadly web. Perth is bound by duty to marry the pureblood ed vampire, Xedra, a union that could secure power for the vampire elite. But when vampire hunters launch a brutal attack, Santa risks everything to save the very man he swore to hate, setting into motion a chain of events that will change everything. But when the hunters strike and their leader is revealed to be Santa’s long-lost mother, vengeance and blood ties collide. Caught between the woman who gave him life and the vampire who now owns his heart, Santa must decide where he truly belongs, because in a world ruled by darkness, love itself could be his undoing.

On her sister's wedding day, Myra finds herself being dressed in bridal clothes, walking down the aisle and marrying her sister's fiance in her stead. The day that was supposed to be perfect turns into her worst nightmare as she gets hitched to the cold-hearted Vampire Lord Damian Beaufort. [Book 1 in Vampire's Bride duology] [Book 2 available in the APP

When I was three years old, my twin brothers, Silas and Julian, nearly died in an explosion while trying to save me. The Vampire King happened to pass by and turned them into high-ranking vampires. He had wanted to turn me too, so our family could stay together forever, but they refused. The King's power was too overwhelming, they said-the transformation would be agonizing. So they promised to turn me themselves when I turned eighteen. They spent every last penny they had on an impossibly rare serum-a blood-calming agent that would ensure I survived the transformation safely. But six months ago, they brought home a fifteen-year-old human orphan named Elena. Silas snatched my serum and handed it to Elena, his voice cold as ice. "You're strong enough to endure the transformation on your own. Elena is far more fragile than you-she needs this more." Julian's face twisted with undisguised contempt. He pointed at the door and snarled, "Get out! Don't come back until you learn to share!" I didn't say a word. I picked up the suitcase I'd already packed and disappeared into the rainy night. They assumed I was just throwing a tantrum. They figured I'd come crawling back in a few days. To celebrate ridding themselves of their "burden," they took the orphan on a vacation to the Caribbean coast-the trip I'd been dreaming about for years. But when they returned to the castle two weeks later, they were stunned to discover that I had undergone the Vampire King's transformation personally. Not only that-I had voluntarily signed a hundred-year agreement to join a classified isolation research project studying resistance to holy silver and crucifixes. A century of solitary confinement. I was never coming back. That day, they completely fell apart.