mythical hunter

Hunter, Vampire, Witch, Werewolf. Mateo took a step back when he heard a beat. A loud beat coming from his heart. He gasped and lifted his right hand to his chest. He felt it! He felt his dead heart beating back alive! How long has it been? 500 decades? No. 1000 decades? No. It has been 2000 decades since he was born with a dead heart. A chuckle came out from his mouth and then he erupted into a burst of laughter with tears running down his face. Oh! How he waited for this day! It took him a few minutes to calm down before he looks up from the floor. He took a slow step towards the cold-eyed enchantress in front of him. The seductive figure was the one who had been busy slaughtering a few of his clans. He stopped in front of her and bent down to her ears. “Mates, you’re mine!”

I’m Vicky Eaton, a bondless Kindred. Meaning, I don’t have a Blood Bond mate--the only human you can drink from according to the Kindred law. I’ve done my best to stick to the rule, until I realized that my new boss just smells too darn delicious for me to resist and fits every criteria to be my mate. However, I have made a vow long ago to stay bondless for eternity.**As he spoke, he licked my ear. My heart began to race again. The aroma of his Blood Perfume mixed with his natural body fragrance, stimulated my every nerve. He kissed my neck. I groaned against his touch as he removed my clothing for the third time in under 12 hours."Whatever you do…” I said breathlessly, “Don’t stop.” My words hit him hard and his moves intensified. Suddenly, he broke apart and turned his neck to me, revealing his glorious skin. I froze. Should I stay true to my past, or do I take a leap of faith and fall into the world of the Blood Bond?

She glared at the stormy skies, her gaze tired and accusing because she was so sure that somewhere out there in the clouds, way up high in Mount Olympus... there was a certain goddess of love laughing while watching Proserpina's current dilemma. This is the story of that one time the underworld's heir meets one stubborn werewolf who just won't leave her alone or also known as that awful moment of meeting the right person at the wrong time.

This book captures tyranny and the quest for power in western African history, in the age of war, magic and cruelty, "Adesuna" became the King of "Odudu," a kingdom located in west Africa; the foundation of "Odudu" was laid at the expense of the blood of Warriors, "Odudu" Was one of the most powerful kingdoms in the western region of Africa, "Adesuna" king of "Odudu" was the only son of Adeshina, a Yoro by tribe, he was a valiant fighter from his youth, who latter became a mighty King, he became a sorcerer when human strength couldn't face the test of time, it was an age when men fought to own anything, warriors fought for lands as well as kings, every king was a warrior-king as well. The language of this time was the language of fight, a language that is not taught by men but experienced on the battle field, men even fought with all brutality to get married even within their own kingdoms and among their own people, a time when possessions were measured by strength, the more powerful you are, the more things you were liable to acquire. Kingdoms fought for power, dominance, fame, influence and survival. The weak lived under the mercy of the strong, warriors fought to both acquire and secure what they had already accumulated, the only route to peace was war: deadly wars of bows and strings, arrows and archers, every man's soul lingered on his ability to make use of the sword. Blood bath was a daily routine, the weak were slaves to the strong, and the bravest of men were the fortresses of every kingdom. Adesuna was the fortress of the Odudu kingdom, through his bravery, he became an historic figure.

Astrid Pierce-Cyrene's world crumbles after losing her mother to the icy hands of death. Following her mom's final wish, she moves in with her Werewolf father. As a human new to the supernatural world, Astrid unexpectedly discovers that her mate was Alpha King Blaze Neptune Hunter, an incredibly attractive and captivating Werewolf and Tiger. But her destiny, relentless in its demands, doesn't stop there, as she's also claimed by two sexy demigods—the alluring Vampire King, Dexter Aquilo Gunner, and the sensual Dragon King, Phoenix Brontë Decker. "Mine! Freaking mine!" Their mere existence sets her world ablaze, and with each fleeting glimpse of their masculine forms, stokes an insatiable desire, a hunger that hankered to be quenched. She craves to be filled and stretched to her limits as they pound into her with unbridled passion, and make her scream with ecstasy. Why settle for one when she can revel in the exquisite rapture of being taken by them all? But as passion flares, a storm brews on the horizon. These men are willing to go to extraordinary lengths to safeguard their woman.

Vad Wagner is the best IIF agent there is for over a decade. However, his work turned him into a prideful man and his heart into stone. He spent half of his life living with criminals that he developed some psychopathic tendencies. His life turned to turmoil when his body swapped with a teenage girl; Kylo a withdrawn, bullied teen. She explored a ritual that opened a door to the mythical world. Now, Vad has to deal with demons in the body of the weak teen girl. How will he be able to handle it? Will the reserved Kylo be able to handle the life and body of Vad? Will Vad’s reputation help her overcome her fears and trauma along the way? How will they come back to their original bodies? How will they take control of a life so different from their own? Join Vad and Kylo, clash it out against the supernatural and their inner battle against themselves. Disclaimer: Credits to the rightful owner of the pic used in my book cover.

BOOK ONE: THE O'CONNOR BLOODLINE The blood brothers of the O'Connor family knew that the day of reckoning is descending upon them. After five hundred years of running and hiding, they return to Arcadia Falls with the hope of starting a new life. Protecting their family was their number one priority. But when their ripper brother returns and the Vampire Huntress learns about this unique family, she is left with no choice of slaying them or working with them to vanquish the Vampire King. With no memories of who turned them into vampires, one of the brothers sets out to find their predecessor while an August witch comes to Arcadia Falls to release what they cannot defeat.

Avery March was a poor girl living at the mercy of her malicious stepmother, who treated her like a slave in her own father's house, and nobody could stand up for her, not even her father. Her stepmother literally controls her father, and her mom died years ago, living her to suffer the wrath of the evil woman. Her whole life became a misery after she was forced into marriage with a stranger, and not just any stranger, but a dangerous werewolf prince. Find out what fate has in store for the young poor lady and her forced marriage. Will she find love and be happy in the marriage or will she perish?...

After the death of her father and destroying the Elite hunter's organization of the earth realm, Emi is forced into hiding in the Barbarian Pack, A hybrid Pack that has an alliance with her adoptive father Alpha Ian. Little does she know her life is about to change when the Alpha, Alexander, stumbles into her workplace late at night with blood pouring out from a wound. Emi, being the innocent human she is readily assists the Man without knowing who or what he is. They bond over a shared cup of coffee which leads to Alex's accidentally imprinting on her. Alex a man who believes that he is all beast lets her leave when its time for her to return to Denmark but he is never too far away keeping her out of danger but at a distance. Until they reunite after years of growing into who they are meant to be... Sparks fly as soon as they touch and it's not long till everything is set ablaze... but can old flames and mates come between the bond created between A Beast's Angel and Her monster???

I was a famed assassin. She knew my name. Everyone did. Feral. Death's very own hound. But she was the one that'd left our hut in the dead of night. And I wasn't one to forget something like that. I'd gone looking for her when she left things the way she did. She was nowhere to be found then. Yet here she is now. Standing in my tavern. With her cloak in a pile around her ankles and offering me her body in plain view of every rogue in here. Bold move. But she was nothing if not that. She thought I'd give in and said yes to this venture to rescue someone she loved because of some misplaced honor. Not in the least! I said yes because I intend to wreak vengeance on her, for what she did to me. Every chance I get, I'm going to make her miserable. And I'm going to take great pleasure in doing so. Welcome to my world Warrioress. Where the price of vengeance comes much higher than a bit o' coin.