When you come from the bloodthirsty gods and goddesses, you become bloodthirsty yourself. When they force you to feel their power, or either make your life a hellish experience in order to get what they want from you, chances are, you'll do what they tell you to. Bloodthirsty gods. Painful games that force people to fight to the death in order to get a small chance of survival. Love that turns tragic. Mythical beings who are all very much real. And of course, lots and lots of chaos and magic. If this sounds interesting, check this story out. You will meet the Blood Witch, forced to kill for the bloodthirsty gods who have taken her captive. You'll meet the warlocks who are kind, not evil, and all want to protect their friends and family. You'll be faced with the gods of this world, who are all very twisted and demented, a bit more evil than you'd think originally.

"The Blind God walks around me, and I feel my mind prodded again like it was in the cavern, a spider weaving a tangled web. "Would you do anything to be remembered, Ode, even play a villain, the one who rises against the Chosen One?" In answer, I draw my dagger and make a slight incision against my thumb. Blood drips down, hot against my flesh. I hold my hand out as an oath, a promise. My ghouls hiss, yearning to drink. "I would rather reign over darkness than grovel as a servant to the light." *FEMALE ROBIN HOOD MEETS ONE THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS* Ode Ngayoh is the only child of a bloodthirsty desert warlord. When the Blind God chooses her as champion, she's deemed a dark witch, a blemish against the Empire for her necromantic powers of summoning ghūls, the undead. Facing off against the prince and his handsome lover, Ode stands alone with the cursed god's favor. However, the more Ode defends the outcasts of the Empire, the more she finds herself being labelled a villain... (UPDATES DAILY) Highest Ranking Fantasy #16 on November 30, 2017 #1 in Dark Fantasy on July 13, 2018. #1 in Desert May 16, 2018 #6 in Kingdom COPYRIGHT 2017 BY SOPHIA WHITTEMORE. All Rights Reserved.

A race of godly creatures made from the stars named Starzithians have become in danger as a group of people from across the galaxy have sought out their death, naming the Starzithians as Solar Destroyers after their ancestors started consuming Solar systems. The only planet they could go into hiding is tucked in the deep corner of space named Fierita. A place that crawls with humans and god awful human behavior. 800 years into hiding, Gemma watches Fierita collapse under human rule. A nearby planet named Darus is their only option to rebuild... under their leadership and godly powers. Gemma helps her kind move mountains to help both species survive and thrive. Teaching the humans how to build around nature and not over it. But people never really change do they? When their new planet is hit by another that thrives in nature and 1/4 the size of Darus sends the humans back into repeating their mistakes from Fierita. Making the hardest decision of who gets to taste the new life on the next new chance and who must live in the horrible days of crumbling Darus. Starzithians can no longer stand the dangerous solar system that fails every planet the humans live on; they must find a solar system that humans can thrive on. But thousands of years have passed with no luck in finding a solution, generations of humans have come and gone just like the stories of Starzithians. When Gemma falls in love with a human named Deecon she becomes distracted in her mission. Dark days come over her as Deecon has flipped a switch after questioning if the stories of Starzithians are true, if she was indeed a Solar Destroyer. Gemma is put through the fiery passion of love and the cold darkness of pure evil. When stories of Starzithians has her question what her races true purpose was when they set foot, were they indeed trying to save them? Or were they putting humans under harsh experiments to test their survival for something much bigger planned? Was Gemma their savior? Or their end?

In the realm of Quomared, which occupies the biggest part of the continent, magic is a scarce and precious resource. Fewer and fewer humans are born magic bearers throughout the last decades. Zaretha is the only daughter of the Alsayid, religios leader and grand mage of the country, the most powerful still-living sorcerer on the continent in service of the emperor. She is, however, born empty, magicless, to everyone's disappointment. An attempt at a coup d'etate takes place after her twelfth birthday, and her father is assassinated under mysterious circumstances. An orphan now, she is brought to live in The Priory of the White Stones, a home for girls from families that have or had magic-bearing members. They are schooled to be concubines or wives that a noble family can acquire for their heir, because even if magic-less, they still carry the gene and have a fifty percent chance to bear a magic-yielding child. __________________ Mentions: Please don't copy and all that. It makes no sense, just write your own story :). My stories are for mature audience. There will be violence, gore, explicit sex and other stuff not meant for kids. Proceed at your own risk. I will point out the more intense ones but questionable stuff might be all over so if you are sensitive DO NOT read. English is not my first language, feel free to point out the spelling errors, I always appreciate that. I am generally always really happy about Feedback. :)

100 years ago, amidst WW3's nuclear bombing, a deadly virus was released in the atmosphere and nearly wiping out the humanity. It lives inside the human brain thriving on the empathy receptors, leading to irrational behaviour and ultimately brain death. To slow the damage, scientists created L.O.V.E, short for Living Off Vital Emotions, a nanovaccine that numbs the virus and switches off all strong emotions. As a last resort and with a dying planet, the Supreme Government created the City, a place to contain the infected survivors suitable for the experiment. Those in the first stages of illness became ideal candidates to receive the neuroinhibitor. Having their feelings restrained and their memory altered, those who come of age are designated a life partner through a Selection process, thus preserving the humankind. A few decades after the trial had started, scientists had a major breakthrough. The nanites, which are highly chemically reactive organisms, are changing their bio-engineered purpose when dopamine levels are high. With a new generation of nanoids, stronger and smarter to fight the battle, the virus doesn't have a chance. Many attempts were made to create a man-made version of synthetic dopamine and each time the outcome was a disaster. Their goal is to create new generations, immune to the virus. These are called Purebloods, the offsprings of those who find pure love, the only cure to save them from a violent death. Running out of time, the Experiment entered in its final stages. To minimize the threats, the Colonies have sent their best soldiers to oversee the trial and protect its key subjects. If only things were going according to plan, or better...stay hidden. With Iron Guard, the resistance outside the walls, hunting the Purebloods too, will the trial save human race before it's too late? #3 in #dystopianfuture (27.06.2020)

The darkness of the past catches up to the present and looms over the future. The now-grown undead god meets someone from his past for the last time in his infinite life. An ancient artifact that unlocks a hidden ability comes into his possession and will stay with him throughout his infinite life. Excerpts: Hearing that title broke him from his mental preoccupation. _Oh, no. Not her. Not with these people._ Glancing around the table, he saw that everyone was looking at him, overtly and covertly, watching and waiting for his reaction. ... The young god stood up in excitement. _It just talked to me! I'm talking to it! This is so weird. What else can I ask it?_ ... _What should I say? I should say something, right?_ "Umm... Hi!" he managed to say. He stopped himself from wincing at his awkward greeting as he felt every eye in the room on him and maintained a casual and relaxed facade. _'Hi'? Really? After not seeing her for so long, all you can say is 'Hi!'? Say something else._ "I came here to see you." _No, idiot. Say something less obvious._ "And, uhh, talk to you." _What's wrong with you, self?_ ... "I don't know. I don't really know what to do anymore. I've done terrible things to him but I don't know anymore if I did the right thing."

He watched as her eyes skimmed over his dark eyes and black hair with barely a reaction. He felt his pride twinge a bit so he went further. Lifting his hands, he let the blood drip from them. Her eyes widened slightly and her chin rose. She looked at his hands then back at him. His dark eyes gleamed in a challenge. "You've not harmed me or mine, faery." She spoke out loud. "Blood does not scare me and neither do you. Keep your dog on its leash." Then she turned and calmly walked back inside. Intrigued now, he went to the window of the house and watched as she reassured her mother that the dog was gone "I'll see you tonight, reckless child." He promised softly. **** Marcus felt himself beginning to wake and struggled to stay in the dream. But it was no use. His eyes opened and he released the pillow his hand was gripping. It was the same one that she had laid her head on every night. His head went into the pillow heavily for a moment, breathing in her faint scent. He hated and treasured dreams like that with equal fervor. He rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. It had been decades since she'd been forced to break that promise. He lifted his hand and touched the ring that had been her last gift. It had been decades, but it was yesterday. ***I did not skimp on the steamy scenes so consider yourselves warned ok? There are also a few violent scenes that I'll try to remember to put a warning before so you'll have a heads up. Any of the pictures/artwork were found online so I reserve no rights to those just the story. But I do reserve all rights to the story. This story runs concurrently with "Bloody Desire" and "All Roads Lead to Rome" Awesome new book cover is courtesy of @ScarlettOlivier. She's awesome. Check her stuff out.

I sighed heavily as I scanned the forest. I had heard something or someone to be specific, wandering about. I decided I would leave once I affirmed they weren't a danger. "What are you doing in my land, human?" A deep enchanting voice spoke I sighed once again "I'm not human, just smell like one" I spoke as I turned around to see the most stunning man I have ever seen "Mate" he spoke "Find another female, Lycan" I spat He only growled at me in response. Men. My brother was the same way. It's kinda funny how all, correction, most shifter men think alike. I would've thought he would be different, after all, he is Lycan. Something of myths. But then again, so are the supernatural. I turned away from him, not even looking at him. I didn't want to remember what he looked like so I didn't give him a second glance. I heard him move closer. I quickly grabbed the knife out of my holster and threw it at a tree next to him. He stops moving then. "Heed my warning. It's the only one you'll get" I spoke coldly "I will find you. Then you will have no escape from me" he spoke as he backed away I could understand. Lycans, like lion-shifters, were going extinct. Therefore mates were even more important to them. But, even if I understood I still didn't want to be someone's mate. After all, I was Destiny Requalhi, Creator and Destructor of All. ------------------------------ Destiny Requalhi, a girl with a rough past and set in stone future. She wanted to be a normal lioness when she grew up but got so much more. She constantly is looking behind her back ready for a random attack to bestow itself upon her. How will she react when her biggest enemy comes back from death? ------------------------------ MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS! Started - 9/12/19 Ended - 11/12/19 © Copyright All Rights Reserved 2019 awkwardlyrando(Hit me up any time about the book)

Most would assume all magic blends together, but those deemed dangerous will always be dragged out of the shadows. In this world necromancers are those bunch who will always be pulled from the crowd. One bad person causing hundreds of years of discrimination and genocide. Even with those odds some still try to help and change the years of hate towards them. Many die trying, but two sisters think they'll succeed. One a healer who has treated many plagues and famines, even traveling into areas populated by the very people who have massacred her kind. No matter the warnings she faces from her traveling companion, she never changes her course in the name of helping those in need. All she wants is to be in a world without hate towards her and other necromancers. But will her kindness and sacrifice be repaid in the simplest form? On the other hand, her sister travels looking for answers on why things are the way they are. Surely an entire world of vastly different magics and people can't be entirely changed by one person? It makes no sense for one person to determine the life of many generations to come despite all the good they've done to change their fate. She wants to find answers but isn't so daring to go into countries of people who would publicly execute her, unlike her sister. She doesn't have that kind of courage or will. But what will the sisters discover? Will they be able to change what has been done or get burned in the process... Cover made by me with the help of Pinterest references

A thousand years past, the world was run by humankind. But it changed, when countries became embroiled in a war that gave the werewolves the opportunity, to recreate the earth in their own image. Now humans are the lowest on the food chain, little more than animals to the hellish overlords. Now the humans hide in the forests and mountains, while the werewolves live in the elegance of the great prosperous walled cities. Clothed in luxury, while their counterparts starve in the wilderness. A truth that can't be denied by Nyx, the scarred and gifted daughter of a village shaman. Living in the forests of the once great Northeast of North America. Days are long and hard for her village, scraping bye for game and medicinal plants. Praying for salvation, from the iron hand of the werewolves that rule them all. Alpha Evander has grown desperate to help his pack. The Howlers of the Silver City, have seen a decrease in population for decades. The only solution, is to find more mates, and humans have been revealed to be a match for the monsters. Foretold by the Great Priestess of the Moon, an omen of doom for all free humans left in the wild wood. Through fate, Nyx will come across the wolfen brute. By blood, she will defend her people from this formidable horde. With courage, she will face off against destiny, loss, and unwanted love. All while Evander, plots to break the humans' pride. Searching for the very girl that will thwart him at every turn. Hunting her down, till one of them finally breaks. ⚠️Trigger warning! Story contains mentions of violence, gore, abuse, assault, and sexual situations. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with the mentioned topics above.