Elliot Brushwood has no friends at school, and no friends at home either, coming in second to his brother Colby despite being older, unable to focus in school, bullied and side-lined, and too emotional to know how to fight back, it seems as though everything is out of his control. Arran King is the opposite, effortlessly in charge with an unfortunate reputation, a layabout, ruthless, and a murderer... There's nothing Arran dislikes more than weakness. Maybe that's why there was no way the two characters would ever meet. But everything changed when Elliot hit the water, breaking the freezing cold surface of the Lake Ransom, his undue baptism seems to change him forever. Empty to his core, Elliot ventures out at night, to recover the lost bits of his soul. And he might just meet a demon on his way.

Sven Gale has been rejected. It is final. I mean all the bullying, all the bad treatment, all the harsh words they sucked, but nothing broke his heart like the end to a relationship that never began. Yes he's going to run away, sobbing with his tail between his legs, oh but not before robbing the entire pack and reeking as much well deserved havoc as he can before he disappears. Little does he know, someone is on his tail. Trigger Warning: This is a D/s, noncon novel.

There is no one in the world who could possibly love me, I know it. I've pretty much resigned to crying under my covers at night as my boyfriend who I adore links hands with my bullies at school and beats me down. Pretty cliche. I think. Sometimes, I lie awake at night, just wishing, begging, praying for an angel to fall in my lap and wave their magic wand, take the pain away. Maybe kill me silently in my sleep, take me to a better place... One where I am not alone, suffering, always suffering, and eternally rejected by the world. Still, the angels never respond, never reply, never come to my aid.. Will a DEVIL do? [A/N] Don't read this if you're sensitive to abusive scenes as there is physical and emotional abuse in this story... but have no fear, there are one or two other stories on this site you could read instead. ヽ(〃＾▽＾〃)ﾉ

Cinde, that's his name. A slave to his family and to anyone he might know. When the eclipse comes to town the werewolf kingdom's only hope at surviving is gathering in the castle, where a shard of moon rock is perched high, graceful in its standing. When he is banned from the ball however the only thing he can do is sneak in despite his family's knowledge. Everything is going fine, that is until he runs into the king, and finds out they are mates... Then attempts runs away, which does not make King Veldore happy, not at all. "King's don't get rejected Cinde, Alpha's don't get rejected." __________________________________________________ Trigger Warning: This story a D/s novel and contains noncon. If you don't know what that means please look it up. ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣

[A/N] This is a werecat story. Bxb. Gabriel is probably not the sharpest knife in the kitchen but he knows how to make some money in a tough situation. Crime. It's not really a career so much as a lifestyle, his. It had been a long time since he'd seen anyone in any other way then how much money they carried with them or what sort of lash-backs there might be if he robbed them. One night upon walking home from his brothers flat in Halbern he saw a dark figure wander into the alleyway that happened to be a short cut to his place. The only thing he saw was the glint in the dark. He knew he was tall. He knew even looking from afar the man seemed scary, but he still went for it. Why? Because either way, every man had a neck. Oh no, Gabriel, look what you've done. You've awoken the demon of the underworld, Kerberos. Boy you messed with the wrong man.

When Mylo Heather finds himself lost at a party his friend convinced him to attend, he searches high and low for his friends that have ran off to their own corners. When searching he comes across the party host's brother, Miguel Andorran. He's sexy beyond belief, and shirtless, and wants Mylo. It's only a matter of time he gets what he wants... Oh and did I forget to mention? He's a dominant. [WARNING]: Will at some point in the very near future contain sex scenes. This is BDSM! If you no like, you have no soul! *cough cough* I mean piss off. *cough cough* I mean the exits that way. *cough cough* I have a cold! *sniffles* :'(

« You think you're being smart challenging me like this. » « No, but if you think I'm afraid of you, you're wrong. » « I won't be. » . . . Akara isn't a great student. The school he goes to is prestigious and hosts to a very different sort of student than Akara. It's why after years of skipping school and being generally absent during classes it shouldn't be a huge surprise that they send the school prefect, Jacob, out to babysit him. Much to their displeasure. When his friend Amir pisses off the rich school bully Atlas by stealing his phone and making him chase him all the way to the skate park tensions naturally rise between the boys and it doesn't exactly help when Akara tries to return the phone but ends up running away with it as well. Caught between pissing off a bully and the school prefect Akara's going to have a lot on his plate this year.

Demosthenes is king. A role that comes with responsibility, a palace, a kingdom and an ego the size of of it all. It takes little more than a miracle to raise his interest in anything, let alone anyone. Elpis, a humble fisherman and women's son, really has no intentions of searching for more than silver coins inside the walls of Euphranor, but when, completely by the accident, the Moirai saw the two happen upon each other, he is drafted into a world that is so far from his own, by a man who's soul is much darker than his own.

Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"