She only see's darkness in a world full of light. Nothing here is bright with color, only blacks and grays. The sound of laughter echoes through the halls of this grand home she resides in, that she is trapped in. She has no laughter, no joy. She has no love, warmth. No kind words, no inspiration of truth. She only has her reality. A reality that seems to be ever so pressing, one that seems to walk into the light and consume everything with its dark touch. Her reality has a name. Its name is Lord Barret of Castle-town. Until the faithful day a savage Orc King walks into her home.

Being a vampire is a lonely existence. Harland has walked Phetterea for the last six hundred and sixty years, surviving by stealth and trusting in his brothers. Harland has five brothers that he will lay his life down for without question, without any reasoning behind it. They are his kin, and he protects what is his no matter the cost. Although he has his brothers to keep him company he lives a lonely existence and the only reprieve he would have is if he found his life mate, his soul bound mate. The one who holds his soul within in her body. That however is a life changing event that has never and will most likely never occur for Harland.

He hissed turning to me and baring his fangs, his eyes were a crimson red hue with golden rings in the center. Suddenly he stocked towards me, I started backing away from him in the attempts of self preservation but I soon ran into a cold stone wall sending shivers throughout my body. "Your mine." he growled. He got to his knees ripping my lace panties off with one swift movement before he latched on to my untouched bud sucking it between his lips grazing it with the tips of his fangs sending heatwaves throughout my body. I could feel the heat coming into one single ball locating itself in my lower stomach, just as it was about to explode I felt his fingers enter my virgin entrance causing the sensations to overwhelming, I was coming completely undone around him, my body shaking uncontrollably while I screamed 'Sir' begging for some kind of reprieve. "Mine, Only mine." he growled into me causing anther explosion of heat flooding my body, taking the breath from me as little beads of sweat rolled down my forehead into my eyes taking my sight. I was trembling as the liquids of my sex ran down my legs, he followed the trail lapping it up with such hunger.

Fern Bennet was 20 years old and stood at 5'2 and weighed 116 lbs. with long blond hair that held a natural wave, she had bright purple eyes which was passed down from women to women on her mother's side of the family and she was the sole survivor of her family. One by one each person she ever knew passed away from 'Animal Attacks' which she knew was very odd seeing as most of them were killed in their homes with their doors and windows locked and no sign of forced entry. She was never convinced it was an animal, she believed it was more of a supernatural creature who did it. She collected a few items from each member to remember them by before selling everything else and moving to Manhattan, New York hoping to learn more about her suspicions. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Black Arrowhead was just stepping into the Alpha roll to his pack of viscous Lycan's after his father decided he wanted to live the rest of his life with his Mate in the quite state of Alaska. Blake was one of the biggest and toughest Lycan's that has been born in the last 500 years. He stood at 6'9 weighing in at 324 lbs. of rock hard muscle, he has short black hair and bright Sliver eyes that turned into a empty pitch black color in his Lycan form. He ruled his people with a firm hand but he wasn't an unkind man he cared for his people more than anything else, until he catches the sent of his mate while making rounds with his men.

Alastair was the king of all Demons, Dark Elves, Vampires and the Dark Faye. He was ruthless and brutal. There was nothing he couldn't have, nothing he wouldn't take. He ran his kingdom with a stern fist especially after his Mother and Father were ripped away from him without warning.   Esme Phillip's was a quite girl from the North Minnesota  who lived alone with her dog Mr. Darcy. She named him after one of her favorite novels Pride & Prejudice. She loved that dog more than anything, it is the only thing she has left of her father who passed 5 years ago. But Mr. Darcy was already 16 with aggressive cancer. She knew it was only a matter of time before she would be truly alone and unloved. Stuck in a relationship with a physically abusive boyfriend who was only with her for the money left by her father.   When Alastair sees her for the first time in his dreams he knew…. Mate. Would he be able to find her and save her? Would he be able to win her over and lose his dark ways? Would Esme be able to accept her fate?

Charles is 430 years old, he has been looking for the perfect partner. He has had many women but none he can truly call his and only his. That is until he comes across Frank, a lowly man who is down on his luck. His wife passed leaving his newborn daughter at risk of being sold in the auctions. He promised her to Charles on her 18th Birthday. Now He just needed to wait. Will she become everything he wants or will she become everything he needs?

Gideon is known for his pleasure-giving powers — and he’s willing to teach. But when he sees his Mate, will he be able to win her over, will he be able to pleasure her in all the ways he wants without driving her away? Gideon wants to give Jane a sexy, delicious, toe- curling good time. But in order to do that, he needs to posses every her entirely.

Willow woke up on something very warm and very soft. She sat up slowly, her ankle still protesting in pain she swung her legs out of the covers and timidly stood up. She was starting to panic, she was in a cave with a rather large stone blocking the entrance. Had Kirk found her? Was she in her new cage where she'd die? The stone started moving and Willow snapped out of it, hiding in a dark corner close to the entrance so she could make a run for it. As soon as the entrance was opened she waited for the man to walk closer to the bed. She started to move out of the darkness without making any noise and she bolted. Running as fast as she could on her wounded ankle. She was so close to the river when something brought her to the ground. Laying on her back in the cool soft moss covered ground she was looking at familiar green eyes and a strangers handsome face. "Why did you run?" The man growled Willow froze, she was to scared to reply. "I asked you a question, I expect an answer!" He boomed "Your going to hurt yourself again or he will find you out here" He explained as the man stood up and held his hand out. Willow hesitantly took his had and stood. He led her back to the cave. "Who.. Who are you sir?" Samantha asked quietly "Benjamin Braddock. You can just call me Ben." he said "Your Willow right?" "uh.. Yes" She replied