What Powers Does Margot Clementine Have?

I knew there was no fighting it. I was done for. My father was a wicked man, and now that he was dead, I would pay for his crimes. I was taken from the south to the north by my father's Beta. I was supposed to be their Alpha, but they had plans for me, and being their leader wasn't a part of it. My father's Beta took me to the Alphas or the north, where my father was hated the most and left me at the mercy of mates I did not know existed. The worst part was that they did not want me. This is a dark romance book not for the faint of heart.

“She was supposed to be a substitute. Now, she’s the one person he can’t live without.” Solana shifted at age five. A cursed, ancient wolf stirred in her body and for that, she was punished. Fed wolfsbane. Beaten down. Now, she’s a dying girl in a borrowed dress, replacing her sister as the bride of the Demon Alpha. Alpha Roman Stone feels nothing. His five senses have been muted for forever. His curse makes sure of that. Every Alpha in his bloodline dies before thirty unless they produce an heir. But Roman can’t even get aroused. Until her. The weak omega with the haunted eyes. The one he was never supposed to want. The moment he touches her... he comes alive. But she’s dying. And his bloodline is running out of time. And if he falls for her, he might lose everything.

Jenna is perceived by the outside world as a sexy, spoiled woman who has gotten whatever she wanted. She was the only child of her Alpha parents and they wanted nothing more than for Jenna to settle down and become Luna to the Black Crescent Pack. What few people realised was Jenna is a kind-hearted woman who has healing powers. She does a lot of charity work outside of her circle and wants to be a doctor for humans and werewolves. Few really know Jenna, including her fated mate. When they meet, Adam instantly hates all that he thinks she is. But he does need a Luna to solidify his spot as Alpha for the Red Pine Pack. Jenna and Adam decide on a short-lived truce to help each other get what they want. Little do they know Jenna’s healing powers make her a target for an underworld waiting to capture her to use her talents. Will their growing attraction to one another save Jenna? Is a rejection in their future? Only time will tell in Healing Powers.

Clementine, a merciful, yet dangerous woman. She was destined to dethrone her father, but her father took the first action to assassinate her. She went through a lot of hardship and met someone that she loved, but betrayed by him. She was destroyed, but she did not give up. She learned her true identity and fulfill her destiny. She fight for everyone and successfully fulfilled her duties. She was broken, but someone made her fall in love again.

500 years ago, mortals were both friends and foes to the Mythics. The Magic Users; Wizards, Fairies, Nymphs, Elves, and Pixies... But there was a line of good and evil drawn within the Mythics, thus, there were the 'Dark Mythics'. Scarlett, an ordinary girl, moves to the remote, lake-embedded town of Pastonville, to live with her uncle. But when she goes to school the next day, Scarlett discovers that there was more to the town than meets the eye. Her classmates...are Vampires. The school principal...is a powerful Wizard. And her closest friends...are 'Half-lings'. Soon, Scarlett acquires changes of her own. This is a story; IN WHICH Scarlett and her friends face Alpha Vampires and leap through a time paradox while saving Scarlett as she discovers that she is the rarest Vampire Half-ling to be born after over half a millennia. Legend says that she holds sacred blood that only the Vampire King can have. And he will stop at nothing to capture her. Scarlett was...The Crimson Bride.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.