Dark Ones (Dyken)

To touch a Dark One is death. To talk to an immortal is suicide. Yet, I've been marked by both. A Vampire. And the King of the immortals. My life is no longer my own. And now I know the truth, my life was never mine to begin with. It was theirs. It's always been theirs. Contains mature themes.

I've been given thirty days to prove my love to another immortal-as a human. Cursed to use nothing but the side of myself I've always despised to win her affection. I am Cassius, the King of the immortals, A Dark One. And today I tasted fear for the first time. How can I win her when my human emotions over take every ounce of logic I possess? A darkness is brewing. One I cannot stop as a human. One that Stephanie, my love's visions, have shown, will be my end. Thirty days ago I was King of the immortals. Today I know fear. Today I know how I will die. By her hand. The woman I love. Contains mature themes.

I grew up as a prince . . . and lead the life of a King. There isn't anyone or anything that doesn't want me, that isn't attracted to me. They can't help it. And I sure as hell don't want them to. I live for their lust, I crave touch like an addiction, I make them beg on their knees for one, simple, caress. As a male siren it's my job to feed off emotion. And I was happy to do it. I am happy to do it. What I'm not happy about? Being told I have to mate with some withering human and stay loyal to that one person for the next few centuries. There's a war coming and being the idiot I am-I offered to take one for the team in order to help a friend. Now my sexual appetite is taking a freaking kick in the nuts. And I'm left wondering if it's worth it. If she's worth it, with messy hair and dirty human hands. But I have a world to save. A job to do. Now, if only, she would just let me do it rather than fighting me at every turn. I've lived lifetimes as the most irresistible being on the planet. Only to meet my match. With one. Measly. Human. They say Hell's hot. They're wrong. Because Hope, my little human, is way hotter. And before this is over-she may just singe me alive. Contains mature themes.

I'm a werewolf King who chose to step down out of grief for my mate. For centuries I've been alone, choosing to live a life of modesty despite the wealth surrounding me. I deserve to be punished. I crave things I have no business craving. And it is manifesting itself in a way I'm terrified I won't be able to control any longer. Especially since she arrived. Vampire. Orphan. Beaten beyond recognition. My blood calls to her in a way that makes no sense. I'm a wolf. She's a vampire. The two don't mate. They barely tolerate one another. All it takes is one slip of control on my part-one taste. And I doom us all. Then again, I never knew what is lurking inside has the power to balance good and evil. Contains mature themes.

I've always known pain. Existence. Night. Made a sinner. Without a soul to keep me tethered to the world I so desperately want to be a part of but am damned to rule . . . Life isn't living. Not when everyone sees you as enemy number one, King of the demon race and yet something much more . . . powerful and sinister pulses beneath the surface of my skin. It started when I met her, the power surging under my fingertips like the cruel universe was finally answering my screams at night for something more. And just like that, the memories come, only I don't know if they're mine or someone else's entirely. Long ago, I made a bargain with a god. A soul for a soul. I spent thousands of years without this awareness and now? Everything I touch turns to ash. Even my own immortal friends fear what I am. Everyone but her. The day to my night. Part of me doesn't want to know what I am. But it's too late, too all-consuming. Darkness is coming. That darkness, I'm afraid. Is me. Contains mature themes.