Dean_Sahara

"IN THE DARK, ALL THINGS THRIVE. Like it or not, a little gray brings things into perspective..."
These were the words of the Dark Abbess about a Dragon's rebirth. A dragon who would wear the skin of a young vampire.

Marsil was the son of the King, yet he was more...
Not an actual Prince but a ward of the Crown, and unknowingly the changeling of the prophecy. The prophecy spoken centuries ago about a Dragon Shifter that would rain hell from the heavens.

Set in a wealthy continent inhabited by the Southern Kingdom and Northern Empire, there are those among who want the entire continent for themselves...
The North is wintery: full of Otherwolders. The South is wealthy: full of betrayers. Between them is a Forest of death. When two crowns clash, one is bound to fall...

Journey into a world of Lust, Betrayal and Murder. As terrifying events begin to unfold, Marsil is born. He is the son of frost. The Moon-eyed One. The child of snows. 
THE WINTER BORN...
The novel is set in a world of sword and sorcery. Magic exists and fantastic beasts abound.

THE SWORD OF WINTER

"YES! FUCK YES! Fuck yeah. Fucking fuck me!" The feminine tune went tumbling high into the roofs of the brothel. A deep male rumble was quick to answer her moaning.

"Yes, fuck, lass. Call me Daddy!" A loud crack of throaty groans in the main room, echoing up the polished wood walls of the Inn.

Hemlock's smile couldn't stretch any further. His lips were already a pressed line of revelry. The friends had just walked through the doors of the Trinity. They hadn't even sat down yet and the music of ecstasy was already pulsing all around them.

"Call me your Daddy," the man's voice boomed out again.

"Yes, Daddy," the same female voice answered barely a breath later. "Fuck me, daddy. Harder!" she screamed.

~ONE NIGHT AT THE TRINITY (R18)~