Olivia_Onoh

The conclave's throne is empty, and now supernaturals all around are gunning for power. The right of ownership to the throne has gone to the wolves, who are to succeed Katrina, the high priestess, but then the ultimate power belongs to the one who finds the gate. 

Thirty years ago, a massacre went down in Boston city and a veil was created by the high priestess Katrina, driving all supernaturals out. A few humans were aware of what had gone down. They were aware that creatures of the night had gone rogue and caused a bloodbath. Jefferson Walsh was a clueless young man then, but he knew and now, thirty years later, he's the Sheriff and they are all about to see a repeat of the same massacre. It's Jefferson's worst nightmare.

Now, the veil has been broken and a series of murders take place. Terrible secrets are being revealed. A hunter's clan is running out of time. After striking a bargain with the cunning high priestess thirty years ago, it tied their lineage to the veil. Their lives are on the line. They will stop at nothing to hunt down the supernaturals raiding Boston city, thirsty for power and for the gate...


NAOMI: An innocent honeymooner who has visions of death and sleepwalks, gets caught up in the mix and is the prime suspect of these murders. When her beloved husband betrays her, she's barely hanging by a thread. A cunning demon seems to be her only hope.

THE DEMON ALPHA: He lost his title. Cursed and cast away alongside his dear sister, he has a long way to regaining his title and conquering the conclave's throne. His only consolation is the innocent Naomi, reborn as the angel of death, who is fated to be his bride.
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(Excerpt)
Faxon brought his lips to her ear. "I want your lips on my cock tonight. Give and take, you'll bend over while I fuck you. Do I scare you?"

"Maybe a little. I fear the things you do to me whenever I'm in your bed. I'm scared I'll never want to leave."

His eyes gleamed with desire. He breathed. "Say my name."

"Faxon." Her voice was a treacherous whisper. She sounded so out of breath and barely audible.

He shut his eyes and released a pleasurable sigh, running the tip of his nose along the crook of her neck...

Fated to The Demon Alpha

Jefferson Walsh sat at the foot of his living room couch, slouching and cupping his face in his palms. His body shook with grief. He had finally lost it, finally taken that leap and snapped. Lars Taylor and his officers arrived as soon as Nolan called. His heart ached for the older man whose family had crumbled to dust.

"Where's the other kid?" Lars asked as the ambulance rolled Abigail's bagged corpse into its trunk. They stood at the front door, across the wide threshold.

"He's not back yet." Nolan answered. I will get him from school and break the news before the media can."

Lars nodded. They both stared at Walsh with faces pinched in worry. Nolan's hands were crossed, and he said, "The Sheriff wouldn't be okay for a long time."

"At least we know it wasn't a murder. The woman killed herself because she couldn't handle what happened to her son. I damn her for being selfish."

A Paradise in Hell