Contrary to popular belief, I am not a violent man. Just because I am surrounded by violence does not make me someone who responds with aggression as soon as I am threatened. I feel no need to show my dominance to others to validate myself. Any and all past actions can easily be explained as accidental occurrences forced upon me by cause and effect.Cause: The only person to have ever survived one of my attacks happened to be a very powerful woman.Affect: I am now bonded to her.But like everything in this world, something must be taken if something has been given. Even if it was unwanted.Cause: My attack triggered her curse.Affect: I've laid bodies to rest in my search for her.Contrary to popular belief, I am not a violent man.And yet, the more time I spend with her, the harder it is to convince myself of that.…
Beauty of day and beauty of night, one a royal with cursed blood, the other born with enchanting looks. What happens when a tale as old as time throws the rose petals away to make use of the thorns born from within? Sometimes a curse to one may be a blessing to another.But not always.* * * *He watched. He waited. He knew the expression on her face well, recognized it on every other, but most of all it was the gleam that gave them all away. The gleam of promised luxurious strolls, fresh roses on silken sheets and sweet words. He was good at the last one, he had the sweetest of teeth."My Prince," She began, interrupting his thoughts. "I-I must confess to something. Something I have not said out loud for fear that I may not mean it but the truth seems to want to smother me for my silence.""Oh." He stilled and gave her his full attention, watching her shoulders straighten and her head lift as determination filled her frame."I am in love with you, my Prince."She held her breath, peering at him anxiously, awaiting his joyful words. Perhaps even in excitement to see the magic take place with her declaration of love now in the very air he breathed. Slowly he reached for the glass, being careful not to shatter the delicate frame. Glancing down at the red wine he moved it, watched it swirl and spin."You are to say you are in love with this beast?" He whispered softly, the velvet voice reaching her like a lovers touch."I am.""I repeat myself, Belle. You are in love with this beast?" She blinked and with a perplexed look, nodded."I am." With a slow shake of his head he sat the wine down, never looking away from it and then those words, as she had hoped to see, sparked magic.Before her eyes he turned into something edged, beautiful, sinful and terrifyingly unexpected. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. His next words were snarled out in a scathing tone."Then you are not worthy of my monster."…
In a world of monsters and gods, the Lupus Deus is the one being no one wants among them, especially not the gods that wronged him. Vivian Grey is as average as any werewolf comes, or at least that's what she believes growing up until she is confronted with the fact that her mate is the monster she heard stories about growing up. It doesn't take her long to realize that he is as cruel as whispered, as unfeeling as he is complex, and far more monstrous than believed. When push comes to shove she'll have to learn to navigate her own strength or risk being drowned in his. As a war between her mate and the gods that made him take place, love, might just easily become a double-edged sword.PUBLISHED ON AMAZONLink: https://www.amazon.com/Lupus-Deus-Werewolf-Sophia-Moore/dp/1644341271/ref=nodl_…
