I, Angelica Crest, am the Alpha of the Blood Crest Pack. The second biggest and the first strongest Pack in the whole werewolf community. Our secret for our success? Nobody knows who we really are. There are stories about us, true. Not very flattering. Some horrible. People fear what they don't know, and they don't know that this Pack is lead by me, a female Alpha. A non-mated one at that. I am a strong, monstrous, and cunning woman. Never needed help from other people. And never needed a man for it. So, I don't understand why the Moon Goddess gave me a mate?! . . . #1 in WomanPower

*Completed* *2018 Watty's Longlist!!* *New summary* In the forest they waited. In the forest where the trees had eyes and legs made of root. In the forest where the beasts hunted when the sun fell. In the forest they waited, they waited a girl, not just any girl, but the girl who could break the curse.

Gabriel Sinner is no myth - he is every wolf's worst nightmare. Some say he is only a myth told to scare children. Others claim to have caught a glimpse of him, but have not lived to tell the tale. His reputation is well-known, and his presence is enough to make even the bravest wolves tremble with fear. He has a coal-black heart and eyes to match, and leads the smallest yet deadliest pack in the world, the Black Death Pack. If you happen to cross paths with him, you'll be wishing for death. But Harper Raine, the epitome of innocence, got something far from it. Harper Raine has never had a boyfriend, never been kissed, and certainly never guessed that her mate would be a cold-hearted, bloodthirsty killer who had taken the lives of the people she loved. Will this hate eventually turn to love? Will Harper ever get her happy ever after she's always dreamt of? And will Gabriel Sinner finally see the light? Or will darkness conquer all?

"Did she mean a lot to you, Eero? Did the visha toxin running through her veins make your blood boil just like hers?" He snarled at Eero. Eero remained silent, walking slowly closer to her killer. Silas laughed, "She called your name, begging for you to save her. Where were you?" Eero clenched his fists, he could feel the anger wanting to take over. His feral side rising to the surface. It knew just as he did that Silas would see his end right here. Right now. "What was her name, again? Parton? Penelope?" The golden eyes sparkled sinisterly. He lazily reached for his sword, a smirk playing on his lips. Eero stopped just out of arms length from Silas. His blue eyes flashed as another fiery boulder was launched. Runes started to form on his skin, stark against the pale of his flesh. His fingers elongated into claws and his build grew in height. Inky blackness started to flow from his form in deadly tendrils. Silas sat in quiet shock at the creature before him. He had heard the rumors of Eero's true form, and knew it was horrific enough to make Eero fall the first time around considering he was the one to send the witch to cast her curse. But he hadn't realized just how terrifying Eero's beastly side was. Another catapult sent a fiery boulder, casting light into the darkening throne room. The light revealed the pointy teeth sitting in Eero's snarling mouth. Silas swallowed the lump in his throat. He should have known. He should have known that this creature, the creation of his own actions, would come back for him. "Her name," the words came out like gravel from the looming beast, causing a shiver to run along Silas' spine, "was Payton."

"Who is she?" he demanded in an authoritative voice. There she stood at the centre of the ballroom, her dark tresses caressing the small of her back whilst her burgundy gown was wrapped tightly around her small frame. The wine tainted her lips a sinful red complexion. No one knew. **** Taken from her home and forced into a life of servitude in a foreign land, Ekaterina is faced with death, sacrifice, injustice and Him. Nikolai.

I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for pain but nothing happen. He froze smelling me. He pulled away with his eyes wide. He looked my over in shock and I looked at him confused. What was going on? "It's you" he stated. "You're the one"

Calla Stewart, a young woman on the verge of eviction, somehow recieves the opportunity of a lifetime. After years of just barely scraping by, she miraculously lands a job as the personal assistant to Mr. King, a man who's name equates complete success in the business world. Riddled with anxiety and ridiculously low self-esteem, Calla struggles to cope with her demanding and aggressive boss, as well as her unresolved past; especially when the two begin to mix. Hunter King, a selfish man well known in the business community for his ruthless tactics, is happy being in control, and doesn't care how that impacts others. His name holds power, and the threat of a ruined life should he find necessary. Upon the hiring of a new, nervous wreck of an assistant, he finds himself at odds with his behaviour. Confronted with Calla's heartbreaking past, Hunter finds himself beginning to change for the better; however, sometimes old habits die hard, and Hunter's selfish tendencies may just get the better of him. ----- This story contains descriptions of panic and anxiety attacks, as well as mentions of abuse. These can be sensitive topics. Please take care of yourself :)

Xavier Wellington- Prince of a foreign country and second born to a royal family. Having been treated with neglect and rejection by his own parents, Xavier never received the love every child deserved growing up. Instead, Xavier's older brother, Alexander, who happens to be the heir to their Kingdom's throne had always been shown love and affection. Feeling unloved and unwanted, Xavier becomes rebellious. Eventually his obstreperous ways become Xavier's habit. Making up his mind to no longer want any affiliation with his royal family, Xavier journeys away to start a new life. A life that involves freedom and no responsibilities. What happens when Farrah Raye, a girl whose oblivious to Xavier's royal status gets stuck in a restroom with the mutinous prince?

After stumbling upon a murder, Quinn Reilly is placed under a witness-protection program. But things spiral out of control when Alpha Jed Trevino shows up, claiming to be both the murderer and her mate. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2015 by Noelle N.

*Completed* *Unedited* With every step he took towards me, I took one back until I hit the edge of his bed. A deep growl rumbled from his throat and I tried to make myself smaller in hopes that he would leave me alone. Being a human, I stood no chance against this beast in front of me. He would tear me apart. His muscles rippled with ease from underneath his shirt; his stance towered over me; his eyes colored with darkness; and I knew he was struggling to keep his wolf contained. "Kitten, don't act all scared. This is what you wanted, isn't it? You've always fantasized about what it would be like to be with a beast like me." His hand approached me slowly and then brushed my hip. I gasped. His teeth grazed my neck and I unconsciously leaned my head away, so he could have more room. "Answer me!" he growled. My chest furiously moved up and down as I tried to calm myself. I shook my head. "Well, Kitten, you're MINE. Whether you like it or not." From a very young age, Mae has been told by her father to stay away from werewolves. They were too rough, too dangerous for humans, but she always had a fascination with them. Damon was the Alpha of the Night Bane pack and he was exactly what Mae's father told her he would be - rough and dangerous. *Not my cover art @ Jojoesart