After the Dark Night Pack is attacked by the Black Shadow Pack, everything and everyone is obliterated. All except for one. Riley is an 18 year old girl, who manages to escape the Black Shadows, only to stumble onto Red Moon territory. It is then that she meets the Alpha of the pack Levi Caraway, who is to determine her fate. Riley then finds out something shocking, he is her mate. Levi Caraway is one of the most well-respected Alpha's in the world, and is known for cold attitude, but extraordinary ability to lead his pack. He has a dark past which continues to haunt him, and he covers with his cold exterior. Levi is also quite the ladies man, with many women falling at his feet, none with the ability to make him open up, or change his ways. Will Riley be the exception, and hold the powers to crack his shell, or will she be just another women he dumps, and leaves to pick up the pieces of her broken heart? Cover made by @Echo_Submit

Faye's been desperate to reconnect with her lost past since her serial killer uncle was killed and she was placed with her bizarrely normal father's family - desperate enough to strike up a conversation with the first dead girl she meets, no matter how dangerous that might be. Dorita's not happy about being a dead girl - she never thought of herself as violent, but she wants nothing more than to rip off her killer's limbs. Problem is, she can't even find the guy. And as a subtype of ghost known only to be murderous, she can't reveal herself to anyone without the risk of getting killed AGAIN. Faye creeps her out, but she might be the only one who can help her. As everything from possessed radios to overly helpful murderers and the government's department of supernatural control draw a web of difficulty tighter and tighter around the two girls, their cautious appreciation for each other grows; maybe even buds into something more. But with Dorita's killer now stalking Faye and a ghost hunter in the neighborhood, the girls don't have much time left. And neither of them are quite sure what side they'll find themselves on when all this is done... Updates every Wednesday.

"You've already bought a ticket, and there's no turning back now." Rosalie has been kidnapped by a cat-eyed man named Manson, the owner of a popular Freak Show. What no one knows about Manson's Makeshift Menagerie, though, is that Manson doesn't have freaks... he makes them. #11 in Horror 2-21-16

PUBLISHED UNDER CLOAK POP FICTION What's dead should stay dead. When you mess with the natural order, things could go horribly wrong. Having a six-hundred year old rotting soul, for example. Or discovering that your boss is the son of the Devil. I am Aramis Rayne. Full-time familiar. Part-wraith. Occupation: prevent the end of the world. Sounds impossible? You haven't seen the worst part yet.

Paranormal attacks are on the rise and the slayers are peeved. It's double the workload, their anonymous funding will be cut if they can't do their job and it's not like anyone thanks them anyway. Jackie's more worried about her own position as apprentice, especially when she makes the mistake of leaving a witness. To make it worse he now seems to be stalking her.

It was Rory’s Grandma that made the two predictions; the day of her own death, and the day Rory would die. Nobody really takes Grandma seriously – that is, until she suddenly passes away on the exact date she’s predicted. In a fit of panic, Rory decides to embark on a bizarre, crazed mission to live life to the full. Together with her friends, she throws the rulebook out of the window and tastes what the world has to offer; excessively wild nights, malicious revenge plans, and arrogant, beautiful boys. Rory thinks she has nothing to lose. But her family is slowly starting to crumble, and her friends are getting sick of her reckless attitude. There’s only so long she can party before the terror of her deathday rolls around. Rory has to choose between bowing out disgracefully, with her name seared into the town’s memory – or fighting the out-of-control girl she’s become before it’s too late.