banshee rebecca bowman

The end of the world is nigh. The final fate rests in the hands of a banshee cast into the world of demi-angels. ***** The struggle for the control of earth continues, despite the defeat of the angels. The hidden eighth continent, Panthalassa, is the ground zero of the maelstrom of darkness that is poisoning the world and its inhabitants. Aisling thinks she will solve the crisis plaguing the earth with her foresight and a scream to shatter the darkness. In the hidden continent, she discovers the limitations of her power and her need for growth before the apocalypse burns it all down. But her focus is torn as she is drawn to Abaddon Rex, the legendary king of the demi-angels. He is like a flame, and she cannot resist his allure. And he is willing to fall deep into their fated love, even if it means the end of the world. Unfortunately, the evil behind the darkness is unwilling to let them have their happily ever after.

Follow the crew of The Evergreen, a space cruiser and first line colony vessel. As Earth wilts on the vine from overpopulation and after the Luna Wars, people are beginning to become desperate for a way out.

Apollo’s ordinary life changes when a new neighbor moves right across his home. He's instantly mesmerized by her looks, unaware that she turns into an old hag with silver hair whenever someone is about to die. What happens when he finds out her true identity?

"Please don’t hurt me!" Alisha’s voice cracked with terror as her back pressed against the cold wall. Her chest rising and falling like a hunted animal. The room felt too small, the air too heavy, like it was swallowing her whole. Her eyes locked onto the man before her. He was a stranger, yet something about him felt inescapable. He wore a wicked grin like her fear was his pleasure. "I’d never hurt you, Alisha," he said. "Like I told you... you’re my mate." His long and cold fingers trailed the curve of her cheek slowly. The touch sent a shiver rocketing through her spine, not from the chill, but from the claim. Her heart pounded violently, like it was trying to break its way out of her chest. She could hardly breathe. "It was you... wasn’t it?" she whispered, trembling. "You killed that thing... the thing that attacked me in the woods." His gaze sharpened. "Yes," he said without hesitation. "And I’ll do it again. A hundred times over, if it means keeping you safe." He stepped closer, and she could feel the heat radiating off him. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, her scent crashing into him like a drug. He staggered slightly, overwhelmed. "What are you doing?" she asked, voice brittle with confusion and fear. His eyes fluttered open, now dark with hunger. "I’m taking you in. God! your scent is intoxicating. I want to do wicked things to you, Alisha. You don’t know what you do to me." Alisha’s knees buckled. It was too much, the tension, the nearness, the threat veiled as desire. Every instinct screamed for her to run, but her body was frozen, caught between terror and some terrifying pull she didn’t understand. Just then, the door creaked open. "Alisha?" her mother’s voice called out. In an instant, the man vanished. A gust of wind brushed past her as if reality itself blinked and he was gone.

while evil lurks around at night preying on humans one man fights the evil alone. Destined to protect, he also finds his greatest weakness. With his best companion he seeks to destroy the demons. As he does, will he also find love?

A story about dreams, love, heartbreak and the ability of one girl to keep going no matter what life throws her way

In the town of Laparram, a demon named Harry simply wants to give a little girl, Rebecca, a perfect life as her Brother Figure. But it seems his own is starting to put that at risk when other demons begin to invade from the Underworld. Only one thing to do, hunt them down.

On the night of the Blood Moon, seven offerings are chosen. Seven souls, sacrificed to the cursed Alpha—none ever survive. Elara never expected to be one of them. Branded as an outcast, blamed for her parents’ deaths, she was nothing more than an unwanted burden to her family. When they sell her off to the brutal Alpha King for a handful of gold, she knows death is inevitable. But Elara is not just a fragile human girl. Beneath her cursed blood lies something far darker—something feared even among monsters. A Banshee’s wail is the sound of death, and Elara’s fate is entwined with the one creature who should want her dead. Ravok, the ruthless Alpha, is a beast feared by all. Cursed by the Almighty himself, he is doomed to an eternity of madness unless he finds the one who can break his curse. But when Elara is thrown into his world, she does the one thing no one else ever has—she survives him. She is his prisoner. His temptation. His damnation. And maybe… his salvation. But secrets run deep in the kingdom of beasts, and some truths are better left buried. Because if Elara is the key to breaking the curse… she may also be the price. let's go!!!

A father's legacy, the son's revenge, and a world full of turmoil and tragedy. Who will succeed?

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!