Resultado narrado por "C.J. Grey" em Todas as categorias

The Xortaag fleet outnumbers the humans five to one, and with their mind-control device, they are able to turn Earth's military forces against their own people. The Xortaag colony ships are just weeks away, and once they arrive, they plan to eradicate the human race to make room for their own population.

In Victorious, an armada with two hundred thousand ships travels back a millennium in time to obliterate all sentient beings in the galaxy by hurling asteroids at their planets. This is nothing like what Jim, Kurt, and Tarq have faced before—this is nothing like anyone in the universe has ever faced before.

Ellie knew it was a bad idea. She took the job to prove a point—that she's more than an Omega haunted by her past. That she can find the good in the worst monsters the world has to offer. But by the time she's face-to-face with the deadliest Alpha, it's too late. He's more beast than man and too intelligent to be trapped behind bars for long. She's become his new obsession. And if he tries to catch her…She just might let him.

I'm done being someone's second best. And I have the scars from my first marriage to prove it. Now that I'm stuck with a dragon shifter, it's going to take more than muscles as hard as a good D to convince me that they're serious. Of course, if it wasn't for my big mouth I wouldn't be in this situation to begin with. I was there when the ceasefire terms were presented by the dragons. They demanded eight women a year as tribute. My ex-husband, 'The General,' argued that we should never surrender. I said he was an idiot, and that we were losing.

I had no idea I was an Omega… Now I’m fake dating four rugged cowboy Alphas who happen to be my brother’s best friends. When I returned to my small hometown in Colorado, I knew I would run into people from my past—like my brother’s four best friends, and the subjects of my very secret teenage crushes. What I didn’t expect was that I’d start perfuming one night and realize I’m not actually a Beta. I’m an Omega, and now I’m supposed to choose a pack to bond with.

What’s worse than finding your fiancé cheating on you with your best friend on your wedding day? Having to return to the scene of the crime. But when my mother begs me to come back to my small hometown for Christmas, I can’t say no. It’s been a few years since I left, and I miss my family… and the three triplets who are my brother’s best friends (and my secret childhood crushes).

The night I got pregnant, the rest of my life went to sh*t. First, I woke up alone, the jerk not even willing to stick around. Then, I got thrown in jail for a crime I didn't commit. Now, I've been "volunteered" as a tribute for the dragons. It was either that or spend my life in prison. Of course, I didn't actually get to choose. The Feds shipped me off against my protests. Which is where I come face to face with the man who knocked me up. The man who is actually a dragon.

Compelled by fate's cruel hand, Azran crosses the Váyan Sea toward distant Zetrea, leaving General Calen in charge and Elanor trapped in a deathless trance. As he grapples with Elanor's absence and faces old enemies, the fate of Lóna hangs in the balance. When Elanor awakens from her encounter with Death, Azran hasn't been heard from in weeks. Defying reason and authority, Elanor sets out on her own path to solve Azran's mysterious disappearance, even if it means entangling herself in political games.

Born into violence. Ruthlessly brutal. Savagely alluring. Maddoc, Dante, and Logan. The Reapers. They’re the type of men mothers warn their daughters about, and the last thing I should be doing is marching into their territory and proposing a deal. But I don’t have any other options. My sister has been sold to the notorious West Point gang to cover a debt my father owes, and I’ll do anything to get her back... even if it means offering myself up to the Reapers, West Point’s enemies.

I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the enemy who killed my family. We were at war. The dragons claimed we kidnapped their heir, and they wanted him back. They were winning. Our tanks and guns didn't stand a chance. Now they're willing to agree to a truce, but only if we provide them with mates. My company says I've been given the 'honor' of being a dragon's conquest, but in reality, the b*stards want to silence me for what I know.

When my ex breaks up with me in a very public way, all I want to do is hide from the world. But instead, I end up having the hottest night of my life with Theo Camden—a right winger for the Aces and my ex’s biggest rival. It’s only supposed to be one night, but when Theo finds out that I’ll be deported since I lost my job after the breakup, he proposes something else.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

I vowed to avenge my parents, readying myself year after year. And now, I'm going to die. I should have heeded my father's warning when I stumbled upon the Fae warrior, but I froze. I remember every horror tale recounting the atrocities committed by these monsters, abducting, torturing, and exploiting humans. My survival instinct was screaming loud inside, yet I couldn't move. His strange crimson gaze fell on me as I contemplated his large double-bladed sword and my last moments on this earth.

Running to a new realm that could hold vital information is our only chance. With that comes closing the distance between me and the godly powers that wish to use me for their own gain. What we need is time to uncover secrets and unlock the powers that reside within me, but that's a commodity we aren't granted. When the time comes to make our final stand, will I finally be able to let go of the doubt that's been festering my entire life? Will hope be able to cast out the shadows lurking round my mind and soul? I have to believe that it will.

A collection of eight splattery tales of torture, filth, and terror. Splatter punk horror short stories include a splatter western (Big Blue Sky, Bright Red Spatter), a Halloween themed "Pumpkin Spice," and the nasty story that reached #1 on the G0dless platform, BLOODCUM!

The weight of the world suddenly crashes on my shoulders, and I'm not sure how long I can carry it. I'm not like the heroes I've read about in books—I've just barely started understanding my powers, how am I going to save anyone? Could the Fates have screwed up, putting me on this path? When bodies begin to drop, it's crystal clear: time is up. Do I tuck tail and hide with my monsters, or do I stand tall and fight for the first place I've ever felt like I could call home?

Reese Sutton is every woman’s fantasy, with his crooked smile, warm brown eyes, and broad shoulders. But to me, he’s always just been my best friend. The man I rely on to have my back no matter what. I know he would do literally anything for me, so when he asks me for a favor, I can’t say no… even after I find out that he wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend to help him win back his ex.

I thought I'd escaped being given to an alien warrior. I was wrong. I was one hour away from washing out of the Alien Bride Games. None of the Khanavai warriors had chosen me, and I was scheduled on the next shuttle off the filming station. Then, a bright red alien passed me in a hallway—and the next thing I knew, we were all over each other. Bad enough that my name had been drawn in the Bride Lottery. Now, even though they're supposedly over, I'm back in the Games. And not the usual ones, either—a whole new set of challenges, just for me. Guess it'll make for good television back home.

Have you ever lost yourself in a fantasy world you created? That's how I've survived the years alone in a reality where humans cower in fear of supernatural creatures hiding behind the veil. All I've ever had is my pen, my notebook, and the world I created to make it through the days as a ward of the state, suffering at the hands of the real villains of the world—humans. The pages of my notebook hold three sinful, feared monsters. Ones that I certainly shouldn't be pining over since they aren't even real.

Somehow, I knew my name was going to be drawn in the Bride Lottery—the hellish agreement that Earth's leaders had made to sell us to the aliens who protected our planet. I'd grown up with the propaganda. It was our civic duty. Men registered for the draft; women registered for the Bride Lottery. No way in hell was I going to be handed over to some giant man to be brutalized into bearing his children. Instead, I cut out my bio-tracker and walked away from everything. I should have realized they'd send one of those hulking, brightly colored aliens to track me down and bring me back.