Fae

"I would rather peel my skin than accept your rejection." *** I'm on a mission with clear specifics. But all set plans come to ruin when the top and most powerful Nobles of Crestbane University set their eyes on me, and the gods and goddesses decide to mess everything up. I'm not one of them, I am one of my kind, something different from anything they've ever heard or seen. Yet, I'm stuck with a fearful Dragon shifter prince, who doesn't take no for an answer. A fae prince with anger issues who goes completely soft for me. A super gorgeous and pompous ice elemental and Werewolf shifter prince who is overprotective of me. And an unhinged 'dream protector' incubus prince, who makes me smile even when I don't wish to. I can't be with these over-privileged spoilt princes... Not when it took me years to finally get into Crestbane University. Sadly, these boys would rather peel their skin than let me go.

In a realm hidden from human eyes, the werewolf king has outlawed inter-species mate bonds and driven out or killed most of those who disagree with him. As a prophecy is made and a curse is placed, what will happen to those unknowingly thrust into the heart of the conflict? Will fate help them find a way to restore balance and peace? Or will they lose all they hold dear to them? Nothing is as it seems in this book. It is NOT just your standard, run of the mill, fated mates werewolf story. There are dragons, witches, and fairies, and others to be introduced in this book and later on in the series!

“I—sorry,” he stammers, his voice soft and precise, every word crisp but shaken. “I was under the impression this suite was assigned to me for the term. I didn’t expect anyone else.” He steps inside, closing the balcony door behind him. His movements are weirdly graceful, like he’s not used to the weight of his own body. He looks at me—olive-gold eyes, sharp cheekbones, lips that look too soft for this world. He’s beautiful. Not pretty. Not handsome. Beautiful, in a way that makes my chest hurt. I drop my bags harder than I need to, jaw tight. “Yeah, well, me neither. I was supposed to have a single.” He nods, looking genuinely unsettled. “I also requested privacy. This is… unexpected.” For a second, we just stare at each other, both of us sizing up the disaster. The scent in the room is stronger now—rain, spice, wildflowers, and something I can’t name. My heart’s racing. I want to punch something. Or maybe I want to kiss him. What the f*ck is wrong with me? *** When the fae prince went to Earth to fulfil his duty to study and understand Earthling culture and diplomatic relationships, he was not expecting this. He knew his touch was dangerous to humans, and his scent a constant lure that he would have to fight and try to hide to prevent any complications. He was supposed to spend a whole year living under the radar, studying humans in the distance, not sharing a room with one, and not with one so… fascinating. Cyrus is a complete mystery. Cold, distant, guarded… but at the same time sweet and protective, in ways that make Cornelius’ heart race and his knees fail. Cornelius never had friends, not really. Growing up as a prince, his title kept everyone at an arm's distance. The ones who approached him always did so with ulterior motives, to gain the crown’s favour. At his one hundred and twenty-six years of age, he has never had someone to call a friend, let alone someone to love. Sure, a lot of his guards and servants are always nice to him, but the difference in their ranks never let Cornelius feel like it was fairly reciprocated. He has always had lovers, many of them, but it never felt more than a temporary escape for relief, something that did very little to fill the empty void in his heart. But Cyrus… Cyrus is breaking his walls, one by one, and claiming every inch of his soul and Cornelius… Cornelius is f*ck*ng scared. Can he let himself love a human? How can they possibly make it work? He doesn’t have answers, yet Cyrus manages to question it all, to imprint his name in the depths of his core against all odds, ready to shred his world to crumbs and to fight fate just to stay by his side, to love HIM. And Cornelius doesn’t know how to resist that. Or if he even wants to.

"There is no escape for you. I have waited a long time for you,mate. I will not let you go this time." I gasped and placed my palm over my heart, doubling over. I felt it. Strong and unbreakable, a cord that connected our bodies, minds and souls to each other's. It reached out, connecting me to him, over time, over space, over realms. I felt his power fuse with mine and cuddle around my ice, making me warm. Fire to my ice. Ice to his fire. I didn't need to see him to know it was him. My dragon growled again with mixed emotions coursing through her. I joined in with a snarl and lifted my head, anger of a woman and beast merging into something cataclysmic.      I thrummed my fingers in the air and I raised my head. Our eyes met and I resisted the urge to double over at the sensation in my chest. With Fae vision, he looked even more gorgeous than any being should be. So sensual. So dark. So powerful. My mate. I searched his turquoise depths for answers, hoping I was wrong, but they said it all. He was my mate. And he'd hurt me. I'll kill him.

A Fantasy Romance of Power, Destiny, and Sacrifice Willow was born without breath—but death couldn’t hold her. Revived by the forbidden blood of the dark lord Lorcand, she was given a second chance at life… at a terrible cost. With shadows woven into her very soul, her parents struck a desperate bargain: when she came of age, Lorcand would return to claim her. But Willow is no one’s pawn. Choosing love over fear, she weds Everest, an elven prince and her dearest friend. On the morning of their wedding, Willow’s dormant magic awakens with terrifying force, and her Vila wings vanish—replaced by something far more powerful. Despite the storm within her, she marries Everest under a glowing sunset and soon learns she’s carrying their child. When Lorcand discovers the truth, his rage knows no bounds. He vows to tear apart the life Willow has built, seeking to claim her as his queen and the mother of his heir. Forced into exile, Willow finds refuge in the distant kingdom of Howard—until betrayal shatters her fragile peace. As danger closes in, and her child is born into a world at war, Willow must make the ultimate sacrifice. To protect her family and end the curse of her blood once and for all, she faces Lorcand in a battle that will shake the underworld itself. A tale of fierce love, ancient magic, and one woman’s fight to rewrite her fate.

POV: Rasheed I have been going back and forth weather to call Gianna and invite her to the ceremony. I’ve decided to call and stop fearing the rejection. I grab my phone and wait for her to answer. “Hello?” her angelic voice comes through the speaker. “Gianna its Rasheed, I was wondering if you could spear me a few moments of your time.” I ask “Of course, anything for you, your majesty” she says. “First while speaking to me in private no titles are needed, please address me by Rasheed. The next thing I wanted to ask is if you are available next week to accompany me to my King ceremony?” I ask and I am sweating profusely. “Like as a date? I thought you had a chosen mate you would be taken. I am already coming to your event. My father said since I am almost the Alpha that it is only right for me to partake in the event. So, I would love to come, as far as your date I think it would be wise if I just came alone and you take your chosen mate.” I feel rejected and hurt, but I am glad that she made me see how messy it would be for me to bring another date when my pack is aware of Octavia as my possible chosen mate. POV: Gianna I can’t believe he called and asked me to be his date. My face heats and I feel a pull in my lower region of my belly. The ceremony is tonight, and I was just about to start getting ready. I go and grab my green and black dress out the closet. It’s always good to wear the colors of the pack you are going to. I have a green satin off the shoulder dress with black lace overlay. Its long-sleeved black lace is the icing on the cake. I cannot believe how sophisticated it looks. I decided to leave my hair simple and leave it curly with it pinned behind my ears, I do a quick light makeup, I am just about done when Storm walks in. “Hey girly how’s it going?” she asks. She is so preoccupied with her phone she didn’t even look up. When she gets all the way in, she looks up and drops her phone. “D*mn Gia, you know you look smoking hot right now.” She stammers. I giggle and ask her to help zip me up. She obliges and then helps me with my shoes. What a great Gamma. I am blessed she is not only my Gamma, but also my best friend/ sister-in-law. Aaron is one lucky guy. Dad links me says it’s time to go. I am walking down the stairs when I look up and see my parents with glistening eyes. “Wow Gianna Antonia Federico you are stunning!” Mom beams. “Look at my beautiful daughter, so grown up” Dad wipes away a stray tear. POV: Rasheed Anxiety courses through me and I don’t know if it is because I am going to be crowned King or because I am going to see her tonight. I start putting my tux on, I hate that I must wear one. I’m have a more laid-back style, but I am not going to go against my father today. I finish putting my all-black tux on and I must say I look good. I finish it off with an emerald- green tie and pocket square. Sorry dad, but I am wearing my custom black and green Jordan sixes. I go find Octavia before the ceremony, and I see what she has on. I am in utter shock. She has on pink fluff short dress looking like a d*mn flamingo. Why on earth would she wear such an ugly dress and pink at that? I shake it off and take her hand. We walk to the doors, and she whispers in my ear. “Ready King Rasheed, I can’t wait to be your Queen!” she tries to sound seductive, but it only makes me stomach churn. After I am introduced, I drop her off at our table and start walking around greeting people. Not wanting to introduce Octavia as my future Queen until after the Red Moon Party. I smell vanilla cupcakes and I know my Gia has arrived. I follow the scent and it feels as if the wind has been knocked out of me. The beauty this woman has is undeniable. Her gown is my packs colors, and it is form fitting it hugs every curve of her body, the off the shoulder is perfect for me to have access to her porcelain neck. I growl as a man approaches her. When she takes her focus off the man our eyes lock and everyone disappears. My father hand on my shoulder brings me out of my daze. “Beautiful, isn’t she?” He nods towards Gianna. “Absolutely ravishing.” I beam back. “It’s time son, time for you become King.” He smiles widely. “Thank you all for gathering here tonight on this joyous occasion. I have ruled over the werewolf Kingdom for the last twenty- two years. I am honored to now pass this honor to my son. He has been pushed to his limits and surpassed my demands as King of the Werewolves.” Dad goes on and on for another ten minutes. “Son, please come here….” He says. I walk over to where my father is standing and face him. “I Lincoln Nickolas Jones King of all Werewolves relinquish my title to my first born. My Son and new King of all Werewolves Rasheed Michael Jones.” My dad slashes his palm first then mine, are blood mixes into the goblet and I instantly feel a rush. I am overwhelmed by all the voices invading my head, I take a step back; my head is dizzy and as I am falling off the stage, I smell vanilla cupcakes. I hit something so soft and comforting. When I finally came to, I opened my eyes to Gianna holding me in her embrace on the floor. “I’m so sorry your majesties, I just couldn’t let King Rasheed fall.” she says. “It’s quite alright Alpha Gianna, I know who will have my son’s back when and if the time comes.” Dad smiles down at her.

One seemed so perfect, a strong, handsome warrior wolf... The other is headstrong with a bad reputation, oh and a Fae... Solving both her heart and a mystery the now grown-up Ember McKenzie-Nichols has her hands full. She thinks she's in love with her friend who is a strong warrior wolf, the perfect Alpha for her grandfather's pack. However, it seems the goddess may have other plans as she's drawn to a renowned playboy, the Fae Prince. She can’t stand him yet she is drawn to him nonetheless. Both are fighting for her, but before she gets a chance to figure out where her heart is leading her she’s thrust into the mystery of missing supernaturals. Both wolves and Fae have been taken and before a war breaks out it's up to Ember and her small team to find them and hopefully get them back. Little does she know that the Blood Lust Coven is trying to do just that, start a war. Will Ember be able to solve the mystery and save her people in time? Will she be able to follow her heart and choose her Goddess-given True Mate?

18 year old Leila has had a difficult life. Having lost her parents at the young age of 10, she has had to battle to survive, weaving her way through predators, rapists and murderers along the way. However, nothing could have possibly prepared her for the beast of a man whom she was suddenly bound to as wife... 31 year old Voloukh, leader of men torn from their homes at a young age to act as slave warriors for the Kingdom of Ultar, has been brutally carved to be a killing machine. His features are enough to bestow fear upon the hearts of anyone who dare to gaze upon him. The Beast of the Woods, as he is referred to is hence, shocked when a girl with the most beautiful violet eyes he has ever seen, which however, gaze upon him with trepidation and horror, is given to him to wed...

Under the silver-lit canopy of the Elysian night, three formidable male leaders emerged from the shadows, representing their respective clans. The Alpha of the Werewolf Clan, the Alpha of the Feline Clan, and the Alpha of the Faerie Clan stood side by side, their eyes fixed on Eve, the lone Seraphyn, the last of her kind. Darius, his fur as dark as the night, spoke first, his voice carrying the resonance of centuries. "Eve, with your blood, our pack would be unstoppable. Join us, and the moon itself will bow to your power." Caelon, a feline grace personified, purred seductively, "Eve, with you by our side, we will cast a shadow over all of Elysia. Your strength will make us invincible." Vaelis, adorned in ethereal wings, chimed in with an alluring melody. "Seraphyn, your essence will infuse our clan with magic unparalleled. Imagine the beauty we could create together." Eve, standing resolute, gazed at the three male leaders. "I am not a prize to be won or a mate to be claimed. My heart belongs to no clan, but to love. The Seraphyn legacy will not be a pawn in your struggle for dominance." A tense silence settled over the moonlit clearing, broken only by the distant howls, feline purrs, and fairy whispers. The male leaders exchanged glances, their desire for Eve as their mate warring with her unwavering determination. In that moment, Eve, the last of the Seraphyn, stood as a beacon against the gathering storm, her choice echoing through the supernatural realm. The fate of Elysia hung in the balance, and Eve's decision would shape the destiny of a world on the brink of chaos.

Alec looked me over, shaking his head at me. "You should leave, I do not need your services" he said and started to walk away.     "I'm afraid I can't do that, Alpha Alec" I countered, stopping him in his tracks.     "Lady, leave while I am being nice or you won't like the outcome" He growled, still not looking back at me.     F*ck*ng hell! Why is he being so hardheaded. I cleared my throat and placed my hands on my hips in a bid to pull off a nonchalant stance. "Perhaps I want to know the outcome, Alpha Alec."     "I said you wouldn't like it"     "I am here to do a job that I would be paid for, so I do not care."     My smart mouth would definitely put me in trouble in this place. Not like I would have naturally cared but in this kind of situation I probably should care definitely.     "F*ck you Lee!" He growled and turned back to face me, his eyes had changed colors, they were like a burning blue flame.     Well, well, well. I think I just p*ss*d off this Lycan Alpha.     Alec stalked towards me, reaching out, he grabbed my arms and then pressed me against the nearest wall, and in a silent order that could not be missed, he whispered.     "Stay the f*ck away from me, lady!"     *** Bellatrix Fallon has hated Lycans for as long as she can remember, even to the extent of taking up a wolf hunting job when she turned eighteen. Coming across a weird client who might be connected to her parent's strange death, Bellatrix must take on a risky job to get answers that has hunted her since she was just a kid - Spy on the winter pack, most especially Alpha Alec of the said winter pack. It probably should have been an easy task, until she starts to fall in love with this broken Lycan. It doesn't end there though, as happenings around her starts to reveal secrets and truths about herself and the Lycan folks that she never would have imagined. Even now, her whole life might have all been a sham. And then... The prophecy.