Updates Monday She can't cast a basic spell. She was raised by an owl. She has no idea why a sentient world-tree just overruled its own headmaster to let her in. But she's here. And apparently she has seven mates - which is seven more than anyone has ever had - and the tree keeps leaving flowers in her room, and one of her professors looks at her like he already knows how this ends. Ivyra Starlith didn't come to Yggdrasil Academy to be a mystery. She came to learn magic. She's going to get considerably more than that. It has a slow start ~ Hope u dont mind, if u do jump to chp 6 thats ehere the story really starts Yggdrasil's Chosen | reverse harem • fantasy romance • slow burn • magic academy • why choose

**You should read The Warlock's Little Thief First BUT you don't have to AND this story is an erotic Monster Horror. Claiming with feral eroticism, mythic cruelty, and no apology. You were warned. In other words she f*cks a monster** A woman scarred by betrayal. A winter demon awakened by blood and rage. A binding that will devour her enemies-or consume her soul. Hannah never intended to summon him. Lured to a remote mountain town by the man she once loved, she's betrayed, collared, mutilated, and hunted in a sadistic ritual game-prey in a forest where masked predators trade lives like debts. Bleeding out in the snow, cornered and broken, she bargains with the impossible. A towering, horned beast of midnight fur, iron chains, and winter-blue eyes-the ancient Krampus, judge and executioner of the wicked. He slaughters her tormentors... then seals her fate with a dark covenant forged in blood, sorrow, and scorching surrender. His tongue cleans her wounds. His hunger brands her body. And in exchange, he vows absolute vengeance-every hunter, every betrayer, every debt will be paid in gore and ash. Now tethered to the monster who saved her and ruined her, Hannah wakes healed in his ossuary lair. The binding is unbreakable. His heat lingers in her skin. His growl echoes in her veins. As the blizzard rages and Hannah's brothers hunt for her, ancient winter rites awaken-and so does the darkness within her. Because the truth clawing at Hannah's heart is far more dangerous than Krampus himself... The real monster isn't the beast. It's the part of her that wants to be his.

"Consent is a memory. Pregnancy is a duty. Sex is surveillance." After global infertility reaches crisis levels, the government enforces Breed Order 1.0 - a law mandating all fertile citizens to participate in scheduled breeding sessions inside government-controlled Sex Rooms. Each room is luxurious. Each session is monitored. Each orgasm must be recorded. Contraception is forbidden. Pregnancy is payment. Refusal is rebellion. 💋 Dr. Leena Rao was a fertility scientist. Now she's a breeder. 🖤 Agent Cass Velar was assigned to monitor her sessions. Now he's obsessed. But Leena has a secret. She's developing the first illegal contraceptive in a world that punishes choice with chains, blood, and exile. When rebellion bleeds into lust, and lust into love, Leena and Cass must decide: Obey the Breed Order - or burn the system to the ground. Content Warnings: Explicit sex (consensual, dubcon, and power play) BDSM elements (control, surveillance, punishment) Non-graphic but intense violence/gore Psychological manipulation, dark romance Forced proximity, government control themes

My husband of two weeks was lying to me. I just didn't know he was hiding claws. Riker Maddox-Wall Street shark, gentle giant, and my perfect new husband-drags me to meet his family on a remote Canadian island he's avoided for seven years. Within 24 hours, I discover: • He can turn into a 9-foot grizzly bear • Shifters are real and I'm surrounded by them • I'm "fated mate" to FOUR men, not just one • The island's alpha can crush me with her mind • Someone is murdering shifters across North America Before I can process any of it, a deadly conference brings hundreds of predators to the island-including rivals who thinks "unmarked human" means "fair game." My four mates fight like demons to protect me. But when a psychotic killer paralyzes every shifter on the island, I'm the last one standing. Armed with a syringe of antidote and zero shifter powers, this NYC marketing executive becomes the only thing between a genocidal maniac and hundreds of sleeping shifters. They called me weak. Fragile. Just a human. They were wrong. **Four alpha mates who'd die for her. One human woman who'll kill for them. And a love that rewrites destiny.**"""

Cole Weston had lost everything he'd ever loved and for ten long years he's wandered. First as a tracker then as a bounty hunter until a small town calls to him and he decides it's time to stop running from his past. Grace Jennings and her daughter are hiding from a killer who will stop at nothing to find her. Will Cole be able to listen to his heart and take a chance on love again? Will Grace ever be able to trust another man with the truth?

Re-posting. The common story is that finding a mate is supposed to make the wolf stronger. For an alpha, finding his mate, blessed by the moon goddess, strengthens the pack. But there can be such darkness hidden in that dynamic. Even those of cruel hearts can seek the power of a mate. And the damage they cause might not ever be healed. ***** Prologue: Drip. Drip. Drip. The rhythm or the water would have been soothing if it hadn't been so cruel. Drip. As it was, it was nothing more than a taunting form of torture. Drip. Ears could hear the soft thudding of raindrops at the end of the hall as a door was pulled open in squeaking protests and then shut with a harsh metallic clang. How the rain made its way into the depths of the cement room, it didn't matter. It was there. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. The footsteps were strong and full of purpose. Though just as unwanted as the drops of water that fell too far out of reach. Unable to quench the dehydrated desperation chained to the wall. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. Only one set of footsteps. There was no question of the destination or purpose that carried them down the hall. Not that it was a surprise. It was always the same. First the pain, then the visit. The cell door opened to darkness. There was no energy to move, not even enough to will eyelids to open. Not that it mattered. The visit never changed. What more could be said? What more could be done? All that mattered was that stale, barely edible food was only given after he was done. Only then, could there be any comfort from hell. ***** WARNING- This story does delve into topics of kidnapping, imprisonment, rape, murder, and violence. Though the scenes are not explicitly detailed, underage readers are discouraged. Also note that I do not own the rights to any photos I have or might post for this story. Just photos I found online, cropped and edited. The story however, is all mine. No copy of content is permitted.

The dream changed. After ten years of the same nightmare, it changed. In place of the darkness, I could see the man that pulled me from the wreckage. He carried me to safety and wiped my face clean of the blood and tears. Instead of scared, I felt like our hearts were momentarily entwined. I felt safe in his arms. He lay me down on the street, careful of my injuries. Those glowing red eyes looked straight into my soul, and I could finally hear what he was saying. It was a single word. "Mate." ~ Complete Approx word count: 90,000

Nix was a complicated woman with a complicated past. She trusted no one, well other than her only friend Harley. But Harley was currently still finding herself as Nix's past comes back from the dead. Luckily she has Renegades to help. Only this is one mission that she was not prepared for. Mac is all too happy that the little spitfire crashed into his life and changed the Renegades for the better. Now he just needs to convince her that they could have more but the damn woman was stubborn as hell. Nix just wanted great sex, but Mac has other plans. Plans for catching the allusive Phoenix once and for all. This is the second book in the Renegades MC Series. Read Finding Harley first.

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.