Sashalouise Prior

A slave, that’s what he called me, what they all called me, his property to do with whatever he wished, and by definition he was right. He owned me.
It began with my ancestors something along the lines of my great great great grandfather owing the stupid warlock a favour and not having the means of paying the conventional way. So, he did what anyone would I suppose, he sold his daughter to him, signed a contract that would give my master full control over her and all her children, then her children’s children and so on. Until me.
When I decided to run away, I met another Alpha who claimed me as Mate.
“Who did that to you?!” He growled deeply, causing me to jump and step back. Alpha scowled menacingly, his eyes skimming over my body in anger, stopping at my neck and wrists.
Why was he so angry?
I looked down at my body, at the old scars and new bruises that lined my petite form, the welts still present on my wrists from the silver chains. This is what happens when Balthazar takes a liking to you, he hurts you, torments you.
“I’m a slave.”
“A slave?” Blue eyes gasped in horror, some of the wolves around us whining.

“You are certainly handsome, for a bloodthirsty vampire.” I blurted, unable to stop the words as they slipped from my lips.
“Funny, no one has ever complimented my looks in the thousands of years I have walked these halls.” He smiled, his elongated fangs almost piercing his lips.
I took a sharp breath, forcing myself not to stare at his mouth. “Then you are clearly surrounding yourself with the wrong people.”
***When Ariel finds her sister just and she is murdered and thrust into the same world her parents died in, how would she even begin to survive? She becomes the king's most valued and most hated asset, a weapon for the vampires.
Ariel is the last Ariss witch, her bloodline is well sought after. Once the news of her marriage to Calen spreads, it isn't only The Chosen who come after them. Its other clans also, demand that Ariel submits to them and help them get what they want.
They come to a deal that Ariel would meet with the princes of the other two main clans as well as some of the lesser clans to see if she would find any of them a worthy partner.
She picks two suitors, Tristan and Samuel. One from a lesser clan and the other from one of the two bigger clans.

“That’s a good girl.” He praises and I feel somewhat like a pet.
He didn’t want a wife; he wanted a pet.
Sick and twisted.
I just had to play along until I had a chance to get away from him, and I would get that chance, no matter how long it took.
Long ago when the world was new and all creatures were created, a great war broke out between the four most powerful factions, The Dragons, The Griffins, Vampires and The Pegasus tribe. Many died in those early years, though not a single soul can remember how it began, the hatred blossoming through generation after generation. The continent was in ruins, and many lived in fear of the next attack, on all sides. The Werewolves and humans fled, wanting no part in any of it, the same goes for The Witches. No one could see an end to the terror and devastation, not even those who ruled.
That was, until my great, great Grandfather decided that enough was enough, he wanted to end the war so that future generations could live in peace, therefore the firstborn treaty was created. The treaty dictated that the firstborn, be it a girl or boy, will go and live with one of the other factions, learning their ways and customs, becoming a part of their culture.
Like many before me, I ventured out into an unknown world...
Warning: Include BDSM content.

Move constantly. Never stay in one place for more than a day.
Keep your head down, don’t mix with other survivors.
Stay hidden. Don’t let them spot you.
Stay away from cities.
Don’t take unnecessary risks.

The world ended mid April, civilisation as we knew it was never the same again, some say that the gates of hell opened and swallowed everything in its path; and I can’t say that they are entirely wrong. Electricity was the first thing to go, the first step in their plan to make humanity their slaves, and they had help; covens of fae joined them, buying into the promise of ruling over the mundane. No one knows how they did it, but all at once, all over the world everything just … stopped. Cars wouldn’t start, lights wouldn’t turn on, fighter plains couldn’t defend countries from the onslaught that would follow. Even people’s tired generators that they used in their small cabins in the woods wouldn’t turn over. It was as though technologically had abandoned the human race.
"W-what do you want from me?” I stammer, scared and alone.
They smirked, though it was more creepy than humorous. “You’ll find out soon enough, but I wouldn’t try anything girl, you won’t like the consequences of disobeying us.”
”Why have you chosen to keep me alive?“
“We do normally kill every single one we meet, but for you we made an exception.” One of them chuckled, playing with the sharp tip of my ears, "You wanna know why? Because you're ours."

In a world where war is eternal, can Elijah ever hope to escape her fate?
The fiendish war had raged on since long before Elika was born, neither side showing compassion. The battles raged on through the centuries untamed and savage, no side allowing quarter. The deaths were heinous and unprincipled; those who died would not rest silently. Their sinful battle would continue onward, the souls forever locked in limbo where they would endure the tortures of death lingering on their monstrous souls
Darkous hates them all, except for Hades, and soon, Elika would know first hand the pain he can inflict

The kingdom Sanctus grew up in is under attack, her father’s armies growing weaker against the unnerving forces of the vampire army. Now that they have been forced from their home.
Mortem encroaches into a new kingdom, searching for a new home for his people as he moves to take Sanctus’ home, planning to overthrow her father, the king.
With the city quickly falling and all hope for her people fading into the darkness, can Sanctus find the will to fight, the strength to use her deadly ability against all those who threaten her home, her family?
When everything and everyone that she loves is ripped away in the blink of an eye, can Sanctus plan her future? Escape the deadly clutches of her deadly clutches of her perusers?
With no where left to turn and the hope for a peaceful future destroyed, can the young princess find a new will to survive; to fight when all else is lost? Or will she perish along with all those she held dear, leaving her father’s kingdom at the mercy of a dangerous and bloodthirsty creature?

My skin heats with each thrust of his fingers, and each forceful lap of his tongue, and i cannot stop the moans of pleasure tearing through my slackened jaw. My hand is wrapped in his hair, giving the impression that I have control, but I don’t. I control nothing, and I like it.
Mihai’s hand slowly slides up my stomach, his fingers wrapping around my neck as he cuts of my ability to breathe, black spots clouding my vision, and yet, I am not afraid. I want more. I want everything that he can give to me.
He slowly inserts a third finger, the intense fullness that I feel teetering me over the edge of a cliff I cannot even see, and then he sucks and pulls at my clit. Sparks erupt throughout my body, the orgasm shaking my soul, and destroying what was left of my resistance.
She was the Daughter of a Hunter, he was one of the creatures that her family had sworn to destroy, what could possibly go wrong?
When their worlds collide, who will be left standing, will it be the hunter or the hunted, and which is which?