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After 18 years of enslavement, Seraphina is rescued by a Prince, her Prince, her fated lover. She learns that, not only is she Heiress to the Kingdom, she also has a dragon familiar. She is the first Dragon Dhampir. Seraphina truly thought her life of pain and sorrow was finally over only to learn that, her Prince has a sordid past and a bastard child on the way and the child’s mother is hellbent on destroying Seraphina and all she holds dear. After finally finding a family, her dream wedding in sight and another happy surprise on the way, her seemingly picturesque life will come crashing down around her in a fit of flames and fury but, will she rise from the flames like a phoenix or will she burn with all that she loves?Fantasy/Vampire/Shapeshifter/Romance/Dhampir/Dragon/18+

Hexes and Howls revolves around Miranda Lewis, a high school student living with her uncle in a small town that was once home to supernatural beings of all kinds. Miranda is a young witch who tries her best not to stand out in any situation. The fear of someone finding out who she is made her isolate herself from her peers. But when she got herself entangled with the situations that came after saving a ghost from soul eaters and helping her crush adjust to his new life as a werewolf, she realized the dangers that lurks in the shadows of their town.

Orennox is a wizard who has been around since the world was made. As technology progresses, magic tends to wane and Orennox adapts to the trends. Now called Oren Knox, he is mostly known as a gunfighter, a notoriously cheap gunfighter who will use magic to make one bullet do the work of many so he doesn't have to keep buying ammunition. His quest is to locate the last Earth Nodes, the last strongholds of magic, and harness their power with the goal of bringing back his trapped wife. In order to find these Earth Nodes, he must use the services of the female Diabolists (night witches) who can sense the magic from long distances. Only, Diabolists are extremely rare and there is a psychopathic killer out there who wants them all dead. After losing one Diabolist to fate, Oren must protect his new asset from those who would hunt her down and kill her so he can find enough magic to complete his quest. However, he is not the only wizard left looking for Diabolists, Diabolists have minds of their own, and, according to him, everyone Oren comes in contact with is a sidewinding, low down, scoundrel.

The woman Aelfric was to marry had agreed to undergo this ritual with him. It was the only way for them, as two of the area's few healers, to become strong enough to stop the devastating Swamp Fever from claiming the lives of hundreds of children each year. As healers, they had exceptional training, the problem was power. Aelfric's research had revealed exactly where healing power came from and why, until now, it was so limited. After this ritual, he and his beloved would change the tides of disease and death in these lands, perhaps the entire world forever. Aelfric knew Silver-Dew abhorred the idea of immortality. What they were about to do would rid their bodies of their very souls, freeing the concentrated power of the life-spark to be used for their magic. He'd painstakingly crafted each of them a vessel to safeguard their soul. Sil wore hers around her neck: a beautiful, lovingly crafted pendant with a blood red stone in the center. The stone was rendered from the carefully heated blood of the beast that had captured her, the very beast Aelfric had slain.

Dragons & Destiny were two things I never chased. Today, that changed when The Mage of Darkness' quest for power left my home, Forrest Keep in ruins. Now I'm at the mercy of a dragon that revels in War. What will it be, flame or feast? Either way, looked like I was knocking on death's door. If I survive, I will be hunted for the secret I carry. I would totally tell them...If I knew what it was. While they search for me, I must find my secret before they find us both.

A mountain, once a towering monument to man's ambition, now sobbed rust and decay. Its skeletal skyscrapers clawed at a sky choked with ash, an endless darkness that reflected the desolation below. Here, where survival was a brutal equation of scavenged scraps and desperate violence, whispers clung to the crumbling ruins like the ever-present dust. Whispers of a legend, a shadow lurking in the deepest, forgotten heart of the mountain: a monster. They called him the Blood King, a name hissed with fear and reverence. Not just another vampire, but a predator whose power had once threatened to consume all of man-kind. He is said to be so great that no one was a match to his strength, his wrath so terrible, that the ancients themselves, the very inventors of their shadowed presence, had deemed him too dangerous to roam free. They imprisoned him, not in chains of iron, but in a cage of blood. A cage that could only be unlocked by the one whose essence was his destined key, his chosen one. A cruel contradiction, a punishment designed to bind him for eternity. Unknown to them all that the blood king’s chosen one was a human adventurer, who lived for the thrill and would do anything for a fearful adventure.