Aaron Nichols is unsatisfied with life and has created a fantasy world he visits every night he closes his eyes. He goes there to escape from the harsh disappointment of reality and drown in his fantasies. The more his ordinary life disappoints him, the more time he spends in his fantasy world. But unknown to Aaron, his fantasy world isn't really a fantasy at all and what he's been doing is an ancient ritual called "The Death Dance." Now, amidst trying to distinguish what exactly is real life and fantasy anymore, Aaron has to decide - is this wonderful fantasy really worth giving up his life for? - Copyright © 2013 Viano Oniomoh All rights reserved.

Pain. Hurt. Desire; Things you can't easily see on the outside. Meeting his friends for the first time, Clay didn't know what to expect. Friendships seem like an easy thing to grasp; especially over video games and voice chats. But friendships can especially be hard to handle, especially if you develop new feelings for someone. Although the worst part; you think they don't love you back, but you don't know why. And no matter how hard you try, Some things seem impossible to change. [CURRENTLY ON GOING]

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

"I kinda like this human," Ed mind linked with them. "Can we keep him?" "No!" They all said at the same time. The black wolf shrank a little at their reaction, but there was still a glint of mischief in his gold eyes. Max didn't keep his attention on his friend for long. His eyes were caught on the blond man that was in the middle of the clearing. The blond that had some how captured his heart without even trying. Those meadow eyes had gotten his attention without even looking his direction. That was when Max knew he was his. The next Luna to the Crescent Moon Pack was finally found after three long years of searching. And it was a human. A human man. *** IN PUBLICATION! This is only the first twenty chapters of this story, as it's finally being published! See inside for more info!