inue windwalker

The door kicked in like it was being hit by a train. “Where is she NOW!” He growled asserting his dominance. How did he find me?! I hid under the covers, afraid of what he would do if no one answered. Afraid he would carry out what he said to me, thinking I didn’t hear. Aggressive, irrational, and dominant for something that he didn’t know he had until I first shifted. Is he going to rip me apart…. or rip off my clothes.
The grandson of the Wolf King cursed to wait for his mate for his brutality and arrogance, offended the Lady Moon. A single comment was taken offense, causing him to wait for her to literally be born.

Paige was a homebody college student with a big imagination. Every weekend, like clockwork, she would write for hours on end, about none other than the Dragon King himself. She never thought in a million years that one night, while writing that her wish to be with the King would be granted by the very notebook she wrote in.

Sequel to The Wolf Prince: His Terrified Mate
-Warning Sexual Content-
Isabelle is the firstborn daughter of Prince Kaiden. Her dream is to follow in her father’s footsteps. However, she can't compete with her littermates. To make matters worse, she can't find her soulmate. It seems everything's pointing her to do something she's never done before: to leave the pack. But can she handle who she finds? Can she tame a wolf of the wilds?
Excerpt
He now looked at me with a gaze I couldn’t read, but I felt like I was being hunted. “Little princess, you are in heat.” He said with a soft growl. Heat? No wolf I had ever met had one.
“That’s impossible… that’s something the humans made up.” I said, backing away a bit. I felt the wetness from my core drip down my leg, and the smell of arousal was unmistakable. He snarled a rumble, putting the deerskin on the log slowly. He sauntered over to me with a confident, dominant gate. He looked like the Alpha he was. Powerful. Determined…assertive. It had me in a trance. His muscles flexed with every movement, and his eyes were focused on my breasts. They pebbled. I should have looked away. I should have covered my shameful body reactions, barely covered by my thin dress, but I didn’t.
“If it was impossible, I wouldn’t want you this bad, my little wildflower.” He said putting his finger under my chin, tilting my head up. He was so close now that I could feel his body heat in the cold of the morning dew, but there was no chill in the air anymore.

Mature Content
The ancient one awakes from his slumber of many thousands of years to claim the soulmate he was promised in ancient times. So strong none could best him. So magically gifted, none could counterspell him, that many cower at the utterance of his name.
His mate, Harmony, 25, wasn't even sure she would receive her one made by the goddess. A hybrid shifter of wolf and hound, is the sole daughter of the Third Prince of Wolves. She was hidden from the Council, that she could live a normal life instead of being trained to serve Xaxas, the High King.
Harmony loves all things living, including humans, the sworn enemies of all supernatural creatures. Her dream is to bypass the treaty to help those in need, but will this soften the heart of one born and bred for destruction? For he is the son of the Horned God of Night.
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I could only utter one word… the sparks of his touch tingled on every pore…. It made it hard to gather my thoughts that now ran away because of my wolf, Luminescence…
“Mate…” I whispered, he grinned showing sharp fangs. He leaned into my ear, nipping it gently. It sent a wave of sparks, giving me goosebumps, awakening instincts I’d never needed until this moment… this was the man I was promised to…. And I had no idea why I thought of it like that.
He slowly reached for my face, and cupped it with his clawed hand. I dropped the blanket around my shoulders…. “Mate.” He parroted with his deep smokey voice. “It seems I’ve caught my bride on the Harvest Moon, I give my thanks.” He looked up at the sky.

His eyes changed from brown to green and he snarled, sounding exactly like a dog. “Who’s the mutt?!” He roars, pulling over, I had no idea what he was talking about, or where we were, but it looked like we were under a bridge. He locked the doors. His fingernails grew, and so did his teeth! “You’re MY girl!” He snarled. I shook, backing against the door, unable to escape.
“Say it!” He roared.
“What?! I scream confused. I was fumbling my hands, trying to get out of the car, I couldn’t find the unlock button, where was it?!
“Say you’re my girl!” He leaned into my face; his fangs were right in my face.
Autumn is a human in the biggest city in the country, living on the border between the Graymoon, and Razorblade pack territory. But she would never know that, right? To the north lives the most powerful pack in the Northeast, with a devilishly handsome new Alpha. To the south, a ruthless cutthroat mafia of Rouges, hell-bent on extortion, mayhem, and raw carnage. Their leader is to be feared, and feared he is.
What is to happen to Autumn when the worlds clash for her love?

Grace is an unconventional princess, but one all the same. She loves violence and power, being the granddaughter of the Horned One himself. She dedicated years of her life to finding herself far away on an island dedicated to the Realm King, her Uncle.
With so much prestige, one would assume that her mate, the one the Moon Goddess, her grandmother, would give her a man of divine stature. One would assume that he too would have the same status as she, but instead, she is gifted a forsaken dragon.
Instead, she receives a Rogue mate made of literal gold.
Note: there are mature themes in this book, but as in my others, it isn't the main focus.
Teaser
… it felt like I was floating on air being near him. “I wonder what else of yours is golden?”
“Oh?” He asked…. “My body is yours to see for yourself.” He said seductively.
I kissed him, pulling his tie. It was then that he snarled, not caring if anyone heard…. It made me … really wet. I began rubbing my hands under his suit and all over his scarred body.
I didn’t know about dragons… but with wolves, the urge to mate and mark your one is strong…. And I had no human side to stop me.

The terrifying trio of demigods were a set for as long as they knew. Kaizen, his brother Tyson, and his sister Grace ruled a pack for nearly a hundred years. They are immortal, unable to even die... however, a rift is created when the oldest, Tyson, is named Standing King.
It is then that Grace leaves to find herself, in search of her mate, and Kaizen is forced to be Alpha of OpalMoon.
His leadership was not the problem. His skills as the New Crown Prince were taking on him, but not impossible... but it all crashed down on him with one lapse of jusdment.
The night he killed his fellow packmates on the Harvest Moon.
the One night the Moon Goddess, his grandmother, forbids killing, as it is the night a werewolf is most likely to receive their one, their soulmate.
.....and for a human no less....

Tyson is the new wolf king, though he is already unpopular. He defeated King Ashital in fair combat and now holds the title. Many thought because he was the grandson of the Horned One, the King of Hell, that they could continue their corruption. They were wrong. Tyson is most noble shifter the world has ever seen.
Samira is the last-born princess of the Unicorn Queen, though she’s hardly anything special. She can shift, however she’s a third the size of her mother, while her twin is a prodigy. Her sister married the Second Seat of the Unicorn Council, second only to her elder brother, the new Unicorn King Allister.
With her mother’s retirement, she has lost her position in a world where the strong eat the weak. To improve her status, her brother King Allister commanded her to attend the coronation afterparty of King Tyson. He felt as if she was a representative of her people, that her standing would be secure
Will the fearsome demon love his unicorn, or will he reject such a notion?
“I’m going to fuck you like a King.” He said biting my mark, entering me.
I screamed in pure pleasure… He slid inside me. I was so wet, and he was so big, that I stretched around him.
He held the sides of my hips while on his knees, having my back half in the air. My legs were wrapped around him, but he pounded into me so hard and fast it felt like holding onto a bull in a rodeo.
“Harder.” I said as he bucked in response. He lifted me up so now I could wrap my arms around his neck.
He had his eyes closed, ramming into me with only some of his strength…
“I can tell you’re holding back sire.” I moaned, but he corrected me.
[Call me Tyson, or Alpha.] He said going a little harder, still marking my shoulder.
“Tyson fuck me.” I commanded.