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THE CONFLICT #2
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THE CONTINERE SERIES ● BOOK 2 ● IN PROGRESS It is a room of sin. Lust and gluttony reigned supreme. The lengths of tables are jam-packed with delicacies and dishes of all sorts. The lights are dimmed and music is accompanied by seductive tones and flirtatious laughter. The large room had pillars and walls that hid its true size, creating nooks where couples or more lounged semi-privately. Human males and females are dressed in scandalized outfits. Some carry trays of drinks and food to the patriots. Others served in ways that made my eyes widen. Pallas received two glasses of a dark liquid I assume is some kind of wine. He offers me one, flashing his teeth in what he must think is a smile. But I see the horrid beast there. Humans are only meant for two things in his eyes. Entertainment and service. Novena finds herself at the mercy of her families long time enemies. Zelus's obsession is growing dangerously despite Novena's best efforts to distance herself from his influence. While the war rages on, Novena is forced to make some hard fast decisions between giving into her desires and doing what she believes is the right thing to do.
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THE FEUD #1
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MY STORY IS PROTECTED BY COPYRIGHT. PLEASE WRITE YOUR OWN. MUCH LOVE! *COMPLETED* Imagine if everything you believe you know is wrong. The people who are closest to you aren't who they say they are and even the way you perceive the world changes in a blink of an eye. War rages around you with players you didn't even know existed and grudges dating back beyond the length of your lifetime. There are those with powers you cannot hope to rival and abilities that you cannot even begin to fathom. But one thing is for sure, the responsibility of your country and all its people lay with whoever sits on the throne. Novena Mace is the heir to the South Continere throne - a rich, unique human civilization boarded by their age old supernatural enemies in the North. Competing only with her older brother Ragnar, she does not have a hope that the Nobility will pick her over him until circumstances reveal a need for drastic measures. War is brewing with the life of their father hanging in the balance, South Continere needs a leader brave enough to stand up to their enemies. Novena is in a desperate race to find a way to win a war that's already looking bleak. Time is slipping as deadly obsessions begin mounting, betrayals are unfolding and love cannot be ignored.
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THE SIGMA'S MATE
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THE HEIRESS SERIES: BOOK 2 Lyra has been sheltered her entire life growing up under the fierce protection of her royal siblings after witches killed her parents in an attempt to destabilize the Authority's leadership. Her brothers are very careful of what they expose her sensitive self to, but one name keeps coming up over and over again. The Sigma. From the myths of bedtime stories, the lone wolf has risen, bargaining for people's souls. But he is no devil wolf from hell. He is the leader of an assassins guild, consisting of all sorts of supernatural beings indebted to him. Lyra doesn't bother hiding her attraction, believing that he is the one she's been waiting for - that he rightfully belongs to her. But the lone wolf can never give her his soul, for you cannot give freely what no longer belongs to you. *** "Do you often have women inviting you to their rooms?" Lyra snaps rather unlady-like, her straight little nose lifting higher. Alaric gives her an innocent grin, "More so when I ditch the mask." He says deciding to be honest. Lyra hates hearing those words come from his lips but she isn't surprised. She had almost lost her good sense when Alaric had turned around to reveal his strikingly handsome face to her. He is so pretty it is hard to even speak to him without heat creeping into her cheeks. And he is all ours! Her wolf whispers with pride. Alaric sees the flash of black consume her eyes and fights to keep control over his own wolf. "Would you like to go somewhere else? Somewhere that we won’t be interrupted?" *** *This book is not encouraged to be read independently from the first book of the heiress series as there are scenes between the two that you will have missed. *Disclaimer: The cover is from Pinterest. *Weekly Updates : 1 to 3 Chapters.
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THE BLOOD MATE
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THE HEIRESS SERIES: BOOK 1 It made her hate something that was meant to be precious, something that is supposed to be the most special thing in the world to her kind. Because now that her bonded mate was dead, everything she felt for him would now be what she felt for his killer... For her second mate. Belavina Castor is the Heiress to Barcalou, consisting of Monora and Sundora, two powerful packs, dominanted by her reigning sisters. Bela happily exists in no man's land between the two large territories, in her own world, with her bonded Lowborn mate. Even though she is a pureblooded Highborn, she does not regret for a moment that the Moon Goddess has given her Nate. Her sweet, kind omega mate, that she accepted seven months ago, has been nothing but a supportive and compassionate partner. She never regrets him for a moment, until his weaknesses destroy her heart and his dark killer becomes the owner of her soul. Overcome with grief, Belavina turns to the only thing keeping her sane... Revenge. But Belavina is about to learn that being the mate of the second born prince, whether she wants to be or not, has a world of trouble marching her way. She'll have to be smarter and stronger if she wants to survive in the den of the wolves. Don't miss the first book of the Heiress Series.
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FINDING THE SHADOW SINGER
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THE HUNT IS ON! "One down, one to go." The night cloaked man says, approaching slowly. "The Light Bringer is always the easiest to find." He mocks. The Light Bringer turns the point of his dagger, facing the dangerous end at the opponent. The dark masked man chuckles and the Light Bringer feels as if he is being stalked by a predator the way the masked man closes the distance between them. "I admire your courage, but know that I am a seasoned warrior and your little dagger will do nothing to defend you. You should come quietly." The Light Bringer feels the crawls of despair. He cannot fight, he does not even know the most basic techniques and even if he could, his body is so weak from months on the run with no proper food to fill his belly. But he does have one thing going for him. He will have to run like hell after that. He takes a deep breath before letting the dagger drop to the sand patch beneath his shoes. He focuses on the dark masked man, lifting his hand. The golden dragon tattoo is visible over the skin of his hand as it wraps around his forearm in a dazzling display. It moves in his skin like a real living creature. "You made a mistake following me here. You should have let me be." The Light Bringer says, his voice breaking with emotion. White light explodes from his hand like a faucet. So bright that it would have blinded everyone with eyes instantly. So strong that the blocks around the shubby backyard are lit up like daylight. But the masked man simply lunges forward grabbing his outstretched hand. The light immediately disappears as the masked man twists the Light Bringer's arm, causing him to cry out in agony, and roughly shoves him against the grey old wall. The masked man pins him there, his sheer size making the Light Bringer submit immediately. He cannot fight such a man and hope to win. "What?" The Light Bringer pants through the pain, "You should be blind!" He hears the masked man chuckle close to his ear. "You cannot hurt me, Light Bringer. I am the Void Maker." Then with a single tap on the Light Bringer's head, he slumps forward, having lost consciousness. The Void Maker lifts the unconscious boy's chin, seemingly admiring his fair features. Then suddenly, he turns his hooded head to look over his broad shoulder. Not much of his face can be seen but the parts that can, expose the tug of his lips into an arrogant smirk. His voice is like a melody when he hums deep in his throat and whispers, "Shadow Singer." COMING SOON! Original image created by Victoria Melya.
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THE CROWNED #4
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THE CONTINERE SERIES ● BOOK 4 ● COMING SOON Novena has sold her soul for the power to win the Continere War. With two powerful beasts at her back and a deal made with the divine war god Zackarik, nothing can stand in her way now. Or so she believes. Zelus is no longer trying to regain his mate. It's now her or him in the final book of the Continere Series.
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THE DIVINE #3
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THE CONTINERE SERIES ● BOOK 3 ● COMING SOON Summoning the Immotals. I almost laugh until I scan the part where this Madison Fonlane claims to have attempted to summon the God of the Werewolves, the Moon Goddess Isadora’s son. My eyes snap up to the only god I believe could possibly have an interest in helping us mere mortals. The only god that could be convinced that it could be of benefit. "Zackarik." I whisper his name as if it would be unwise to say it out loud. As if saying his name would call him to me prematurely. The God of Revenge and Rage. A warrior God is exactly what we would need to win this war. Through the most unlikely allies, Novena has escaped the clutches of her obsessive enemy. Together, the four of them must fight their way to the border and back home to South Continere. Distrust is a constant threat, weighing the group down while the wolves are on the hunt, snapping at their heels. This is Novena's last chance to return home and take back her throne. This is her last chance to save her people.
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