Phantom Troupe Spider Tattoos Novels & Stories

Los Angeles was supposed to be my home. Instead, it had always felt like a golden cage. The Smith mansion stood tall behind iron gates, glittering with wealth and silence. Servants bowed. Cameras watched every corner. And the man who called himself my uncle smiled sweetly for the world while hiding knives behind his back. I was seventeen when I heard the truth. “He will take care of the girl tonight,” my uncle said over the phone, his voice calm. “Make it look like an accident.” The girl. He meant me. Fear became the only thing that kept my legs moving. I ran from the driver who was meant to take me home, sprinting through unfamiliar streets until the bright city lights disappeared and the world turned darker. Detroit. Wrong place. Wrong time. Engines roared in the distance when I saw him. A man sitting on a black motorcycle like a shadow carved from danger. Tattoos curled up his neck. His eyes were cold enough to freeze the night. Everyone knew men like him were monsters. But monsters were sometimes the only ones who could save you. I jumped onto the back of his motorcycle and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Please,” I whispered. “Help me.” That single moment would destroy his life. And change mine forever. *******

Harper spent eight years loving a man who never touched her, never kissed her, never truly saw her. Until the night she walked away and he finally woke up. Now Malakai is detoxing from the drugs he never knew he was on, chasing the wife he never deserved, and realizing too late that the woman he called “disposable” is the only one who can ruin him. But Harper isn’t running anymore. She’s rewriting the rules. Now four men circle her: A detective with secrets of his own. A playboy rival who wants to steal her just to hurt his old enemy. Her hot doctor colleague And a masked phantom who kisses her like he owns her soul. In a game of murder, lies, and forbidden desire… she will only accept a man who bleeds for his repentance. A man who earns her forgiveness inch by inch and scar by scar. And Malachi will pay every price or live forever with the regret of losing the only woman who ever gave him everything. Author’s Note: Starts slow with subtle poison. Then it turns unhinged: blood, blindfolds and a man who’ll kill to keep her. Buckle up. It gets dark. It gets dirty. It gets deadly. Dive in if you dare. See you on the other side:)

Selene remembers nothing, not her name, not her family, and certainly not why she wakes up with dirt under her nails and the phantom sensation of running on four legs. Hidden in the quiet village of Blackthorn, she lives a ghost of a life, until a man with winter-gray eyes and a presence like a thunderstorm walks into her tavern. Dian is an Alpha in name only. Since the tragic death of his mate and pup thirteen years ago, his inner wolf has been silent, buried under a mountain of grief and ice. He expected to live out his days in the shadows, until a single look at the "human" barmaid awakens a primal, unstoppable command: Mine. But Selene is no ordinary human. She is Moon-touched, a rare and ancient being whose blood carries the power to command the very wolves that worship her. As an ancient enemy, the Spirit Killers emerges from the dark to claim her power, Dian must choose between the safety of his cold isolation and the fire of a fated bond that could destroy his pack. From the quiet streets of Blackthorn to the savage politics of the pack lands, Moon Touched is a 250-chapter saga of healing, legacy, and a love that spans generations. It is a story of a woman finding her voice, a man finding his heart, and a family built from the ashes of a war that refused to end

Going through hell for a year extra was never Ivy's plan and by hell she means high school. She knows she isn't that smart but she thought she is at least smart enough to graduate high school and get into a fairly decent college. Too bad she is disillusioned when she watches her mates receive their diploma while she has to repeat 12th grade. As if hell wasn't hot enough, it becomes hotter when a new, hot, mysterious 25 year old substitute teacher replaces their maths teacher that is missing. Not only does the teacher look like a walking sex god, he also has tattoos all over his arms…just the type of man she's crazy about. Everyone wonders how someone like him got a job as a teacher and deciding that she needs something exciting in her life other than the bullying she faces at school and the abuse she faces at home, she attempts to seduce him and find out everything she needs about him. She wasn't expecting him to respond to her pathetic attempt at seduction but shockingly, he does and he becomes madly obsessed with her. Suddenly, Ivy's life becomes much more complicated as she becomes entangled in a sea of dangerous mess. Can she pull herself out or will she helplessly drown?

"Say it," Blaze growled, one hand on the wall beside Micah’s head. "I-I don’t want this," Micah breathed, gripping the crucifix in his hand, trembling as Blaze leaned closer" He was an ordained priest, he shouldn't be wanting a man or anyone like this, especially not his brother. "But your body's already sinning," Blaze whispered, fingers brushing his lips. "And I’ll make sure that when next you get on your knees, it'll be for me." ~ Micah Sawyer's dream had always been to become a priest, to serve, to be a vessel of purity in a broken world. But nothing could prepare him for the day he returned to Haloshul and crossed paths with Blaze. His stepbrother. His first sin. The sharp humoured boy who once teased him about his faith in their teenage stages had become a crime boss, a man soaked in danger, tattoos, a ruinous passion and obsession. When Blaze is wounded in a mysterious gang crossfire, he refuses treatment unless Micah comes. That one visit spirals into a kiss that shatters Micah's faith and unearths a hunger he cannot name. As Blaze draws him into a world of seduction, power, and spiritual decay, Micah is forced to confront the aching truth, his emptiness isn't cured by prayer, but by the very man he should be trying very hard to resist. Their entanglement isn't just forbidden, it's taboo.

She was sold as a broodmare. He was a warrior with no memory. Together, they'll burn down the world. Lyra has been called many things: half-blood, mongrel, dirty blood. Rejected by every pack she's approached, she's given one final chance—as a bride to Ronan, the cruel Alpha of Red River Pack. But when her wedding night becomes a nightmare, she stabs her new husband and flees into the frozen wilderness. Stellan remembers nothing. Not his name, not his past, not the ancient tattoos covering his body. He only knows that when he sees a terrified woman falling from a cliff into an icy river, he must save her—even if it kills him. On the run from a vengeful Alpha and his army of hunters, Lyra and Stellan discover an impossible bond growing between them. The moon has chosen them as mates. But Stellan's memories are returning, and with them, a devastating truth: he's not just any wolf. He's the Alpha of the North Star Pack. And a half-blood can never be his Luna. Now Ronan's brother has sworn revenge, an ancient prophecy awakens, and three packs prepare for war. Lyra must prove that bloodlines mean nothing—and that the most powerful bond of all is forged in ice and fire. He lost his memory. She lost her freedom. Together, they'll find everything.

I had been Silas Sterling's mate for seven years. We decided to get tattoos of each other's names. This was a Binding Tattoo that represented eternal love in the Moonstone Wolf pack. It had the power to bind mates eternally. When I got the tattoo, I realized the malicious words 'Public Male Amenity' had been tattooed on my chest. It chilled me to the bone. My adopted sister, Greta Pound, was the one who tattooed me. She covered her mouth as she laughed. "Don't you always enjoy attracting the attention of all the male werewolves by dressing so skimpily in the pack, Freya? I'm just helping you to publicize this." Greta was a female werewolf I had saved. Why was she treating me this way when I treated her like my sister? I grabbed her hair angrily, but Silas pushed me violently to the side as he pulled Greta protectively into his arms. He frowned as he berated me unhappily, "Greta was just joking with you. Why are you so mad about it?" I stared at his bare chest where my name should be tattooed. However, the name 'Greta' was there instead. She looked up at me from Silas' arms and smiled innocently yet tauntingly at me. "Silas said our names rhymed, Freya, so I played a joke by tattooing my name on him. You aren't mad about this, are you?"

Ryder didn't lose just one mate; he lost two. His first mate died the day he found her. Angelica was his second chance mate. She was his everything. The reason his heart beat and the air he breathed. She was the mother of their child, his beautiful angel. But in the blink of an eye, she was dead. Ryder had to find a way to live, a way to move on without her. He had to for the sake of their daughter. How does one continue to live without the person who breathes life into you? How do you move on from that? Is it possible to love again? Ryder doesn't think so, but she does. She's the complete opposite of Angelica. There's nothing sweet and innocent about her. She's hard, cocky, and speaks her mind. Angelica was soft and delicate; she is hard around the edges, and tattoos cover her body. She finds the mate bond interesting, and he is her next adventure. She doesn't take no for an answer, and it infuriates the Beta beyond belief. He wants to choke her, scream at her, tell her to leave him alone, and never return, but he wants to hold her and pull her into his arms at the same time. It's a battle with his heart. How does he allow someone else in when his heart still belongs to her.

Tyra is an orphaned pup, adopted by a good family after her father, a brutal Alpha was killed. She's obsessed with escaping her blood oath, made at just ten years old, requiring her to marry an Alpha's son. Tyra dyes her hair, gets tattoos and piercings, anything to change her body and show her arranged mate that she alone is in control of her body. She's waited patiently for her wolf to claim her, but she knows that when it happens, Alpha Zachary is coming for her, to make her his Luna. Tyra's entire world is turned upside down when she meets Zachary, only to feel the mate bond. She is livid to discover that she wants him, and can't control her body around him. What's worse is, he is actually a nice guy. Alpha Ridge is a 26 year old who has waited a very long time for his mate, and is just about to give up when he meets Tyra on the very night she gets her wolf. How are their fates intertwined? Did the Goddess make a mistake and give Tyra two mates? Find out on this whirlwind story that will keep you guessing! *This is a spin off of my Shadow Warrior series. This book follows Alpha Ridge and Tyra, and provides more background on the Blood Claw pack. It can be read as a stand alone book. This book contains strong sexual content and violence.*

I went into labor. And my mate, Alpha Alistair, locked me in a silver cage. The bars throbbed with curse runes, burning my skin. He did it for Livia. His dead brother's mate. Her pup had to be born first. That's when I learned the truth. He'd been poisoning me for months. All to make sure Livia's child would be the next Alpha. He called it "calming tea." A daily dose of poison to slow my pup's growth and delay my labor. But my body had other plans. My pup refused to wait. I went into labor at the same time as Livia. When he found out, he accused me of faking it. Of begging for sympathy. He let them poison me with wolfsbane. I lost my pup. A piece of my soul died with him. With my last breath, I reached out. To the one person who could save me. My brother, Alpha King Lucian. He came like a storm of rage. He burned the packhouse to the ground, with me inside. A phantom fire for all to see. Then, he plucked me from the flames. Only then, surrounded by the smoking ruins of his pack, did Alistair fall to his knees. His howl of regret tore through the night. For 99 days, he howled at the moon. Begging the Moon Goddess to return just a sliver of my soul.