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"Love can be dangerous, Ray. And we both know, YOU CRAVE DANGER." Dark... evil... demented... That's what Raven Magicae fell for... The exact definition of monster. In her nightmares, she'd dream of him standing over piles of dead bodies... eyes so dark they looked black... and he'd be smiling as his victim's blood trailed from his lips... staining them a bitter red... When he looked to her for the first time, she knew from the beginning that he wasn't normal. His eyes held no mercy. Not even for her. And now that Malachi had her life twined between his fingers... All her nightmares would come true. But deep inside the monster... was there a light...? Or was his soul completely covered in shadows? She knew he was her captor... a monster... but she couldn't control herself... And she had to remind herself of who he really was... But who was he really? ***** Raven Magicae seems as if she's your average high schooler. She does her homework, reads books, loves anime... But she's far from normal, and she doesn't know it. Malachi Igniser came into her life when she moved schools, settling into her classes... And into the seat beside Malachi. She would rather fall from the top of a building than deal with his teasing and vague answers to her questions. Although... something was off about him... his eyes were too dark for comfort... and she wasn't sure what went through his head, but she wasn't about to find out... She hoped to keep a distance from him... but he kept showing out of nowhere... Popping up in all the places she went to... though he never looked at her... She just brushed it off before... but now he was actually talking to her, and she wasn't sure if she could trust him... But then she was left with a choice when she realized someone was after her... risk her life and everything she stood for? or to keep her distance? She wasn't really sure if she had a choice... He was corrupting her...
Meadow Collins was a shut-in high schooler that secretly loved to party behind her mother's back, but one night-as she waited in line at her local club-trouble started brewing when she noticed a hot, young man walk into the club right behind the guard. A teenage boy that no one could see. As curiosity got the better of her, Meadow decided to question the man. That was her first mistake. Only the next day, Meadow finds herself walking through a city of vampires, werewolves, and witches, but Ash was something different. He was a hunter, a magical hunter, known as the Nightshade. When Meadow's life is in danger after her mother had vanished, she finds herself turning to Ash, teaming up with the hunter to save herself from the many assassins planning her death. But what she didn't know... was that she had a past with the hunter, a past that was long lost in her memories. As all the shadows from her past cast down upon her, she finds the curiosity of what she and Ash had suffocating, and started wandering closer and closer to him. Until closer... wasn't close enough. The Eleventh Hour is a young adult paranormal romance between two teens, one of which is a killer of assassins, and the other something she had yet to discover. Find out what happens when two opposites clash.
"You're dangerous and addicting; every part of you screams insanity... but you're like a ghost; something that I want to touch, but my hand goes right through you." Selene: I'm not normal. No, I'm definitely not normal. Most of the world doesn't know that werewolves exist, but I do. He thinks I don't know what he is, and he thinks I don't notice his eyes on me while I do my homework at the coffee shop, but I do. Bane Johnathan is the most dreaded, attractive, dangerous alpha in the entire nation; girls swoon over him like millions of little night dancers. But his eyes are always on me. Something about me interests him, and I've noticed through the years that he feels some power over ignoring me when I come up to him, but I'm the one with the power. He watches me, he can't stop; something about me captivates him, and I choose to ignore his stares even when it angers him. I don't care if little old Bane is angry. Right now? There's something else on my mind. There's a new pack out there; a pack of corrupted werewolves lingering through the woods and killing humans, and I know Bane knows something about it, and I can tell they're plotting something. I need to put down my book. It's time to go up and question him. And boy did I regret it.
RILEY I've been broken for a while, afraid of what monsters lurked in the shadows of the cities, and I've always been careful of who I brought close to me and who I kept at a distance. Until I met him. The boy in the mask who stood beneath my window. My first instinct was to question him, but there was something else I wanted. Something less innocent. And despite me watching nightmares swarm around him like a monsoon, I could only find myself wandering closer. For he was my new obsession. PARIS She was a task. She was a job. I was supposed to protect her from the monster who was murdering everyone close to her; the serial killer. But something about her fascinated me. Her style, her hair, her interests. I found myself wanting her. I wanted her body, and I wanted her mind. Welcome to my nightmare, Riley Princes, good luck finding a way out. You can try to escape, and I'd let you. But I know you don't want to because you would've run so long ago. Even though you deny it, I'm your obsession, and you are mine.
"Drip, Drip, Drip," Mason said in her ear, his touch burning her skin like acid. "So red. So sweet, but yet so bitter." She winced when he ran the tip of the blade over the already open cut. "Stop...." "Now," he said quietly, though menacingly, "are you going to come willingly? Or will I have to kill everyone in this room and have you watch?" She opened her eyes, finding the school empty. But there's... no one. Then a voice entered her ears. "Let her go, you bastard." Malachi.
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