Authoress Sofia
Authoress Sofia 's Books(2)
THE MASTER SON (MYSTIC INSTITUTE)
Young Adult His second name is Death.
Anyone who tries to get too close to him loses their lives.
He was cursed with the blood of his dead brother, and till he finds the killer of his brother, he'd forever be bounded with the curse.
He's avoided like a plaque, but he even loves it that way. He's so addicted to solitude and being alone.
He's a bloody supernatural being, an unusual wizard, the only child who was born under three red stars on a gloomy night 25 years ago.
The demons fret at the smell of his scent, and evils flee. He has no shadow even in the dark. He's soulless.
Orion Alaric, that's his name. The son of Duran Alaric who owns Mystic Institute, a school for supernatural beings,, located in the deep fogs of mount Delos.
Mystic Institute takes in over five hundred disciples yearly, and of the five hundred, Orion was determined to find his brother's killer that year, so he joined the school as a Superior.
There he sat on his throne, and as expected, she came.
Samara Hercules, a Whitehead witch who's the exact opposite of everyone around him.
Unexpectedly, she's not the one he's hunting for, but her white hair reminds him of the killer each time he sets eyes on her, and that built a toxic hatred in him for Samara.
He was even ready to get rid of her so he wouldn't have to see her face anymore.
Let's stop here...
Now are you ready to jump into the book and see how things go?
Will Samara ever escape from him and his tortures?
Will romance ever bloom between these two?
Read and find out
You might like
MY MASTERS
Mercy Kay For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.