Copyright © 2020 by Bella-Anne Tristen Clark, the prince of all werewolves, has yet to find his mate in the last four years, nor has he had the authority to leave his homeland. Soon he will become King at a glaring cost. Eustacia Van has been treated like a slave in her own pack, Rushing River. Her once-proud alpha blood is now forced to shy and obey those around her. Through countless beatings she retains hope that her mate will find her. Dark secrets sleep within the Rushing River Pack. Once revealed, they will send everyone involved in a whirling thunderstorm. ~~~ *Slow starting, and isn't the average happy-go-lucky werewolf story. *Vulgar Language. *Abuse and possible triggers. *Gore and violence. *Sexual references. - Not an erotica. ~~~ “You aim to tell me that you are the reason she is in the position right now?” Tristen points at Emma, howling in rage, “you marked that over your actual mate? What type of fucking werewolf are you?” “You don’t understand, I-” Flynn begins, but is cut off yet again by Tristen. “I don’t give a damn about anything you have to say! You are the lowest piece of trash I have ever seen in my life, how could you do this to her?” Sitting back down and holding her close Tristen continues, “I’m taking her with me because she has a second chance and I’m going to give her just that. At least one of us will appreciate the fucking ground she walks on.”
Copyright © 2020 by Bella-Anne For hundreds of years, an organization made up of witches and warlocks, The Eclipse Citadel, hunts Mythicals, or fantasy creatures, eradicating them from Earth. Their members are raised from small children into cold hearted assassins, hell-bent on taking out their targets even if it costs their lives. Phaedra , a tribrid created by the Citadel, is no exception. She has continued on her path, eliminating every charge she is provided without any questions or remorse. Through hard work and determination. She’s on her way to becoming the Antumbra, the second in command of the entire organization. There’s an easy charge she must dispose of; Seth Redwood, the alpha of Evercrest Pride. ~~ Seth Redwood is a fierce, yet kind alpha. He's training an army to squash the Citadel and their forces. Freeing the Mythicals of their tyranny, but his plan becomes complicated when he meets his mate.
Copyright © 2020 by Bella-Anne Pandora Ashmore is engaged and soon to be wedded to her highschool sweetheart of eight years. However, things don't follow the path she had planned. On the night of her wedding, things go horribly awry. A mysterious murderer claims her life, cut short at the tender age of 25. Salem, the demon of death, answers her cries. A deal is made between the two. If she fails her soul will be his, forced to work as a Demon of Death. If she is successful she can return to the land of the living. With one condition: she only has thirteen days. Through trials and hardships, mysteries and betrayals, will she find out who ruined her life? Or will she fail and give her soul to the devil himself? ~~ Boom, shkt! The thunder rumbles as a large blast of light illuminates the area around me. A glistening silver catches my eye in their left hand. A knife! A very large one at that, almost like something a serial killer would carry-- wait a minute. Dread rushes through me at the realization. “Help!” A cry escapes my throat as I start sprinting away from the shadowy figure. Tears begin to stream down my face once more as I bump off of trees, trying effortlessly to escape. My feet thunder against the moist dirt, my heels trying to get stuck in the gooey mixture. A tugging feeling shoots through the back of my dress, with a glance I can see that the silky fabric has been snagged on one of the tree roots.