The Dawn Of The Crooked

"You have two choices." He whispered huskily, his breath fanning her sensitive ears while his hands were tightly secured around her waist. "Be mine," He paused, making her scan his face in nervousness "Or I'll be yours." He smirked. ***** From Kings and Lords to Elves and Griffins. From war for power to war for love. From hot boys and dragon shifters to flowers that talk, what could possibly go wrong? [[Warning: This story may contain vulgar language and various mature themes]] Updated Regularly!