What if a girl had a male wolf trapped inside of her? What if that wolf was her mate? * * * "I live inside you, Thea. My soul has resided inside you for years." "I-I don't get what you're saying." I was stumbling to find the right words. "You weren't breathing at the time of your birth. At the same moment, I was losing consciousness, going into what you can refer as hibernation to recuperate from the toll the war had taken on my body. Leaving this kingdom without a functioning king right after the battle was not safe, so I decided on transferring the king's crest to you. I guess something wrong happened considering how instead of the crest, part of my soul got shifted to you." "Come out." The burning pain in my chest I had come to hate returned the moment I said those words. It was followed by painful heaving for a minute or two before my back arched and I felt something clawing its way out of my chest. If I had blinked for even one second, I'd have missed the moment when a burst of light came out of my chest taking all my pain away with it. Next thing I know, a humongous black wolf was towering over me proudly. "Don't make a habit of it. I'm not strong enough to gain a perceptible form at will. For now, I can only materialize before you on full moons." He was saying this in my head as well yet somehow he felt closer to me than before. Swallowing nervously, I reached out to touch the side of his wolf's head. The second my skin made contact with his fur, tingles started erupting on my palm reaching all the way up to my neck, "Why do I feel this pull towards you?" "It's because we share souls, just as mates do." "Are you my mate then?" What I heard next made my blood run cold, "A king can never have a mate, Thea." ~I don't own the picture used in the cover.~

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

A curious and mischievous kitten explores in the night and finds a warm werewolf to curl up next to. Betty has been having dreams that make no sense. They are filled with abstract shiny objects and warm delicious smells. Plus she can't explain the odd things happening in her room. If she didn't know better, she'd think a kitten was ransacking her room at night! She's always kept to herself and was happy with her life. Now a stranger is growling at her door, demanding answers that she can't provide. Why is she drawn to this angry, growling man? Rated PG13- some cussing and some sexual situations so reader beware.

"Answer my question," the mystery man growled but I simply continued to ignore him. Following where the powerful presence was coming from, I stopped when he was right in front of me. Reaching out, I felt my hand touch a prickly cheek. What I wasn't expecting was the sudden explosion of colors and electricity zip through me. Gasping I pulled back but a large calloused hand gripped mine in a tight hold. The one word that I never dreamed of ever hearing was suddenly spoken. "Mate," ~~~~ Kei Valancia, a blind young werewolf, has traveled all over and has visited hundreds of weak packs to train them and leaving behind the best fighters in the world. Yet, Kei hides a secret that nobody knows. Ryker Dare, Alpha King, has lived many years, seen many wars, and has spilled much blood by his own hands. So it's no surprise that he has given up on ever finding his mate. So, what happens when Ryker runs into Kei while visiting a neighboring pack? Highest Rank: #1 in Werewolf 6/12/16 Cover made by _DEMiiGODDESS_

He is a powerful Alpha and she is a powerful witch. He is troubled and had to watch over his family and pack from a young age. She endure a dark past and works hard to help everyone else while trying to hold it all together. What happens when the fates puts them together as mates when they don't realize that one another kinds exist? Being the oldest of ten, Nathan Reynolds is the Alpha of the Hidden Moonstone Pack and the legal guardian of his seven younger siblings; all under the age of sixteen. Taking over for his parents after their untimely death three years prior; Nathan has a lot on his plate and is slowly breaking apart. When his brothers, who are his Beta and Third in Command, Jonah and Donnie, hire a nanny without his permission; he doesn't know what to make of the younger southern woman who has charmed his entire family. Ainsley Bennett seems to be a normal human woman working as a nanny, but in reality she is a high power witch with a haunting past. Taking the job at the Reynolds' household, Ainsley helps open up the family in only a day, but when Nathan finds her at his dinning table, he is pissed and doesn't want an outsider invading his home. Will she be able to convince him that his family needs her and will she be able to keep the walls up that she was built around her heart? In the end will the witch tame the wild beast or will the beast heal her break heart? Both Ainsley and Nathan are on a journey that will forever change their lives and they don't know if it will be for the best or worst.

MATE - the person every wolf looks for , seeks , desires . Jace Beckendorf , a powerful warrior, is the Alpha of the silver claw warrior pack. He doesn't want a mate. He, in fact, hates all females due to some old nightmares and terrors. Ones he buried so deep in his mind yet are still so vivid. What happens when he finds her and she's NOT just ANY female, but a strong, proud, kind yet MERCILESS ALPHA too. What is life plotting for them? What is it that she's hiding? And what will happen when vampires (wolves' most despised enemies) are thirsting for HER blood. This story contains FIGHTING and TORTURE scenes for both the males and females. Love will NOT be immediate between them either. Sorry but love isn't a matter of seconds thing in real life. Please give my story a chance and read it. I promise that you won't be disappointed. Many did and are more than happy with it. LOVE YA GUYS

Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* Highest rankings: #6 in Werewolf #1 in Wolves #3 in Featured He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

He found her. He chose her. Now, she must decide if she chooses him. A Silverbloods Series ©The Found One (2015)

A short story following Tobias after the chaos of Queen Ascending. please read Queen Material and Queen Ascending before or it will make no sense :) The God of the Underworld find himself in a strange position as he wanders the streets of New York with a pocket full of posies.