#11 in werewolves "You know I'll never stop running, right?" "I've always loved a good chase" •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Ever since the werewolves took over, Eden has been running and hiding from the creatures that took away her family and home. She hates and despises the werewolves, but how long can she hide before one finds her and steals her away? (#59 Werewolf)

A L P H A A L E X E I is a feared name, whispered many times by frightened children. But he's respected, others kiss up to him and his word is valued upon. C A T H E R I N E disowned and without a last name. Shunned by the werewolf community for the battles that she had fought and lost. All Cat is trying to do is find her way in the human world if not the werewolf. What could possibly stop her? But it's important to remember in this tale that the bond of a mate is strong yet easily manipulated. It is up for us, my dear readers, to find out how Cat and Alexei fight their own battles and deal with the strongest bond of all.

In a city overrun by the corrupt and crazy, driven by greed, lust, and desire, Remi Goldridge's sweet nature and strong moral compass are strange and unheard of. Beasts of nightmares roam free here, taking and doing whatever they please. When Remi's father buys her one of the most dangerous creatures in the world as her slave and personal bodyguard, she is terrified, and wants nothing to do with the dangerous beast.

His soul was dark as night, but without darkness, no stars could shine, and without a doubt, his stars are my favorite sight to see. ********* Evelyn Anderson was a young woman with the average life. She was shy, and kind. She was sweet and innocent. Clayton Shepherd was the Alpha of the Blue Pine pack. He was aggressive, cruel, and possessive. He was a ruthless killer and a sadist. Highest rank: #5 Werewolf Cover made by: kjkarenbriseno *Major editing*

Highest Rank: #810 in Werewolf Alpha Donovan was known for being fearless and an absolute monster who had out-ranked the packs for years. He had the best warriors and his pack had never lost a battle. He had the looks, he had the money, he had the she-wolves...he had everything! Except his Mate.

Highest Rankings 1 in #mythicalcreatures 1 in #werewolvesandvampires 2 in #pack 2 in #2018 3 in #matebond 66 in #romance Small electric sparks run down the length of my body as I look into his cold grey eyes, the moonlight illuminating them further and they flash brighter. He stands a few yards away, with his fingers clenched and his jaw set. A gentle breeze blows his dark chocolate hair off his forehead, showing his angry brows and glaring eyes. A slight shudder runs down my spine as his eyes dance down my body shamelessly. I blush thinking how I had done the same. Suddenly he takes a step forward and on instinct I take many quick steps back, putting distance between us. My heartbeat picks up, thumping louder as my blood pumps faster throughout my body. He growls lowly in warning as I take more hesitant steps away. I turn to the side when two strong arms stop me, I struggle against their holds at first until, but a chilling growl stops everything in its path. Instantly the hands let go and the two men back off. "Why are you running?" A deep voice asks, he stands directly behind me, gently caressing my arm, running his middle finger up and down twice. With my lack of response he grasps my left arm, shaking me with black filled eyes. "Why." He growls. "...t-they agreed that once they're safely back to you, that I c-could leave." My voice is quiet, I look down at the dirt embarrassed at my stuttering. He grips my arm tighter causing me to look up into his dark grey eyes. "That agreement has changed, mate."

Alisa never felt at home with her family, always feelings like an outcast and as if she didn't belong. Throughout her life, Alisa was picked at, made fun and left out because she was adopted. Alisa hated it. Her life was a living hell. One night, she gets lucky. For once it seems as if God has chosen to favour her, to let her outrun them. She doesn't hold back, nothing could stop her. She runs. What she wasn't expecting when she ran was to be pulled into responsibility and a position higher than she could have ever imagined and a world far beyond one's imagination. The Werewolf Kingdom.

They say the wolf is in it for the hunt. But what if the hunt is for the wolf? Alena Parker wasn't expecting to be found on another pack's land, to be discovered as the mate of it's heartless alpha. She definitely wasn't expecting the threats of a rogue pack looming just beyond the borders. In fact, she had no idea why they specifically targeted her, and her family all those years ago, but now she's determined to find out why. Highest Ranking : 2/26/19 (#1 Rogues)

At 18, Hailey, was going to shift for the first time, but something went wrong. Her wolf never came to her. Everyone, including her parents and brother, thought she was one of the rare wolves that were born without a wolf. What they said and did to her the month following her would be shift, she lost all hope for herself, and left. But what little did they all know is that Hailey has a secret that no one knows, not even herself. When you are pushed to far, the way you bring yourself back is how the world will remember you. The world will remember Hailey Burns, if it is the last thing she does.

In a world of monsters, is it possible to find the beauty in each other? Ice melts... Power ignites... Bonds forge... Just in time to clash with the impending storm on its way. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "I think you have lost your mind," Soren suddenly muttered. Then it happened: Annika grinned. A glowing warmth lit inside, heating her cold interior. There was something extraordinary about the simplicity put into a grin. The anguish lessoned, and suddenly anything was possible. Surely the sky could fall if Annika could smile? "What makes you say that?" She asked as she continued her movements. The grin acted as a soothing balm on her aching heart. Annika might've been crazy to become so easily uplifted by an everyday facial expression, but crazy seemed like a much better term to be than slave. "Only a lunatic would approach me in my slumber." His eyes remained shut, and he didn't object to her petting, so Annika didn't stop. "Well... you wouldn't know if you were asleep?" "Mmm," the sound vibrated like a guttural hum, "I awoke the second you entered." "Did you?" Annika asked as she turned her head to study his face, but this time, his eyes were open, revealing those beautiful pits of colorless depths. --------------------------------------------------------------- (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT OF ALL KINDS *EMPHASIS ON THE ALL PART*) Highest Rank: 48 (thanks to you beautiful creatures)