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A thrall is supposed to be a grateful, willing servant, and constant source for their Vampyre Lord. I am not willing and I despise being in his presence. The days have blurred together ever since he forced his blood down my throat. This is supposed to be illegal in society, but the laws don’t apply to the Vampyre King. It doesn’t matter how much I fight him off and refuse to bend to his will despite his blood running through my veins–it only makes him want me more. Apparently I’m an anomaly. No one has ever refused the call of a Vampyre’s blood.

The Monarchs of Hell have reigned over our realm with a brutal iron fist since the Devil himself went to sleep. They have spent centuries in power, ostracizing hybrids to purify bloodlines. I refuse to sit on the sidelines any longer—I’m the daughter of the Grim Reaper and Princess of the House of Death, a hybrid demon with a voice that demands to be heard. I'm determined to change it all and to fight for a future of equality and freedom for everyone in Hell.

The time for our final fight is upon us... but how does one prepare to go against Heaven itself? My father tried to kill me. Yet in the same moment the blade met my throat, the rot beneath Alfemir's carefully constructed front was laid bare for all to see. With Alfemir liberated, the upper...

With the blood of the Van Helsing slayers in my veins and the legacy of Dracula himself in my bones, I'm primed to be the most powerful vampire alive. Yet I want nothing to do with the crown placed upon my head, or the throne carved into my future. The weight of my parents' love and their expectations has paralyzed me my entire life. But that's the trap, isn't it? Living for them means dying for me. One fateful night, I'm pushed to the brink and escape to the human realm, and am quickly confronted with the violent reality of why I was forbidden to come here.

I wake to a world in chaos, the taste of stardust on my tongue, and fragments of galaxies burning behind my eyes. In the ruins of a shattered battlefield, four kings of this new world find me abandoned and alone. Each of them desperate to decipher who I am and why I've been thrust into their war. While I may feel the pull of each of them, I know deep down that I wasn't made for their cages, gilded or otherwise. However, in a fractured world at war between man and magic, I'll need allies as I uncover who—and what—I truly am.

"Friends are like condoms. They protect you when things get hard." That's what my five drool-worthy best-friends-turned-boyfriends-turned-fated said when we were younger. We lived by it. But I don't know if there's a condom out there that's strong enough to protect us from what's coming...pun intended. Five men? Yeah, it gets a little hectic around here. They're lucky I love them - because patience sure as hell isn't a virtue of mine. Add in natural disasters laying havoc to our world, and learning we have magic from the goddess Gaia.

For years, a small kernel of hope for my freedom was all that kept me alive while imprisoned by the brutal Thaician Emperor, Malakai. Now, those wishing to return me to him threaten everything I’ve fought so desperately for.

Tarnishing our family name by being a powerless angel… that's the legacy I'll leave behind. After years of failed placement tests, and with the time limit to find my magic breathing down my neck, I've come to accept my fate. When the clock ticks zero, I'll have my wings brutally ripped from my body and be cast down to live with the humans. Rejected, alone, and afraid. When a man from my past reappears, he tells me there's a different option… another life I could lead, at his side.

Being the sole survivor of the Van Helsing family was never a burden I wanted to carry. Yet here I am, an orphan with a score to settle against Dracula for orchestrating the near genocide of my bloodline. One small kink in that plan: I was turned into the blood-sucking creature I was born to destroy. Being admitted into the Dark Imaginarium Academy to hone my new skills as a vampire and to survive the blood lust is the first step towards achieving my revenge. No one is prepared for me to infiltrate their ranks, but I know they aren't going to let me get my revenge without a fight.

Running to a new realm that could hold vital information is our only chance. With that comes closing the distance between me and the godly powers that wish to use me for their own gain. What we need is time to uncover secrets and unlock the powers that reside within me, but that's a commodity we aren't granted. When the time comes to make our final stand, will I finally be able to let go of the doubt that's been festering my entire life? Will hope be able to cast out the shadows lurking round my mind and soul? I have to believe that it will.

The weight of the world suddenly crashes on my shoulders, and I'm not sure how long I can carry it. I'm not like the heroes I've read about in books—I've just barely started understanding my powers, how am I going to save anyone? Could the Fates have screwed up, putting me on this path? When bodies begin to drop, it's crystal clear: time is up. Do I tuck tail and hide with my monsters, or do I stand tall and fight for the first place I've ever felt like I could call home?

Elysia has spent her life thus far beneath the white clouds of the Dromin elves, protected from nightmares and the Nithrin elves that feed on them—until now. Her dreams have begun to twist into haunting scenes of ancient creatures, death . . . and a mysterious figure cloaked in light and shadow. Elysia suspects he's a Dromin elf breaking multiple laws to appear to her, and his whispered words and lingering touch ignite a spark between them that the gods themselves will soon fear.

Bite of Betrayal is the second book in the Blood Oath series. It is a reverse harem, paranormal romance featuring a female lead with a backbone made of steel and three men who will fight her tooth and nail as she is on her path of vengeance. If you love enemies to lovers romance, dark secrets, sassy and strong heroines, plus forbidden love—look no further. Intended for mature listeners.

I won't allow him to move me around like a pawn despite the emotional blow he dealt me by using one of my mates against me. I won't give up on my mates. I won't give up on my blood oath. I won't give up on me. He'll never take away the grit and determination that burns within me as the last of the Van Helsings. He chose the wrong woman to oppose, and I'll make sure his next move on the board is his last.

Have you ever lost yourself in a fantasy world you created? That's how I've survived the years alone in a reality where humans cower in fear of supernatural creatures hiding behind the veil. All I've ever had is my pen, my notebook, and the world I created to make it through the days as a ward of the state, suffering at the hands of the real villains of the world—humans. The pages of my notebook hold three sinful, feared monsters. Ones that I certainly shouldn't be pining over since they aren't even real.

The dark prophecy that has been passed down since the first pack of shifters is coming to fruition - and I am at the center of it. An orphaned human taken in by a pack of wolves. The fate of their existence in my hands. I've been treated as the dirt beneath the pack's paws for years. Will they be able to accept my new role when my powers surface? Will I be able to forgive them enough to help them? The bright spot amongst all the turmoil...finding my three fated. Until one of them rejects our bond.

The days have blurred together ever since he forced his blood down my throat. This is supposed to be illegal in society, but the laws don’t apply to the Vampyre King. It doesn’t matter how much I fight him off and refuse to bend to his will despite his blood running through my veins—it only makes him want me more. Apparently, I’m an anomaly. No one has ever refused the call of a Vampyre’s blood. I try to keep my hope alive that someone will step in and right the wrongs of my injustice…. But no one does.

A reject—that’s the best way to describe how I’m treated. All because I’m a hybrid. The monarchs of hell revere pure bloodlines and perfection above all else, and in their eyes, I’m a mutt. Good thing dear old Dad, the Grim Reaper, has never once looked at me as anything other than his favorite child. Well, I’m his only child, but semantics. Suddenly, he has tasked me with the job of going to the council summit in his place. An event that happens once every century to determine which royal house will be voted into the supreme position. A position people would kill for.

When I planned my escape from Alfemir's cruelty and tight grip on the angels who live there, I never dared to think about returning. But that version of me is dead. My father and the other Archangels have no idea who, or what, I have become in my time away, and if they want to drag me back screaming, they have another thing coming. When scouts find the Rebellion camp and blood stains the ground of our new home, we are left with no choice but to create a plan. A plan to extinguish Alfemir and all they stand for.

Turns out that hybrids aren’t as rare as we thought...but will they come to the aid of a society who treats our kind like discarded trash? Do the pure bloods deserve to be saved? While finding the answers to those questions, secrets are revealed, and emotions flare. The bonds between mates are tested, and some unravel under the pressure. Alliances are forged, but at what cost?