Minja

The Shadowed Alpha Series:

Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha Book 1

Marked By The Shadowed Alpha Book 2

"I will give you the most pleasurable pain you’ve ever had. You like pain, and lucky for you," his smirk deepened, his gaze dark with promise, "I know how to give pain until you cry for me."


The villain wasn’t meant to be emperor, nor was he supposed to be handsome. Yet for reasons I can’t understand, he hates me.

At the Academy of the Arcane, I became untouchable, unstoppable. My beauty was both a weapon and a curse, a cruel reminder of the life I lost.

But none of it mattered to him. Tharros. The Emperor of Shadows. The unchallenged ruler of witches, vampires, werewolves, and fae. His gaze burned with something raw, something personal.

"You made me this way." he growls.

I stared at him, confused. "I don’t even know you."

His laughter was slow, cruel. "Then I’ll make sure you never forget."

Days later, I woke up as his bride. Bound to him by marriage, a punishment, a prison.

Now, I must untangle the truth of his hatred, uncover the past he swears I buried, and face the dark memories that lie in wait.

Because in this game of vengeance, I am both his prisoner and his beautiful prize, one he will break. He craves my pain, but I crave the way he gives it.


Book 2

My name is Obsidian Sigil of Liora.

They say he’s cruel. That no one knows where he came from.

But I remember how he looked at me, like I was the only thing he ever wanted.

 And I ruined him. I betrayed him.

But this my second life, I will make it right.

Warning: Extremely Dark Romance | Rated 18+

Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha

Vyr suddenly started laughing like he’d lost his mind. His eyes locked on Tharros with a wild glare, completely ignoring Vyrelen. 


"What’s wrong with him?" Nyxoria asked, confused. 


"You think I’m weak, like you can just push me around as you like!" Vyr snapped, standing to his feet and pointing directly at Tharros. "How dare you think you can hurt me? I will tear you limb by limb!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the throne room. 


Tharros only chuckled. "You can’t even lift one of my toes, let alone tear me apart." His bloody shadow in his two arms faded as he crossed his arms, calm and unimpressed. "And I assure you, you can’t even lift one of Vyrelen’s boots." 


"You think you're the only one with power in this world?" Vyr growled. "Just wait. You will see how I’ll crush him first, then I’ll deal with you." 


When Shadows Laugh At Fire