"Come here, kitty kitty!" Ever since that fateful rainy night, little Emerson Jackson took in a small kitten, despite being part wolf. Something about the kitten was different. Emerson knew it. Fourteen years later, Emerson and his cat are still the best of friends. But things are changing. Emerson is soon to come of age and begin his search for his mate. Suddenly, everything is turned upside down. Werecats are approaching the werewolf territory. Trouble is stirring. A stray werecat hides in the land of the wolves? What is happening? COMPLETED! BOOK ONE IN HIS SERIES! XX WARNING: EXTREME LEVELS OF GAYNESS XX

Dead silence. Murmurs of the trees seemed to sense the danger it brought as they quieted. Rustling of leaves eased, unforgiving wind calming down. Again, it's that time of the season. It's feeding.

"Very good, Wesley," he breathed, the warm air fanning across the merchant captain's face. "Now I suggest you listen closely because I don't do this very often." Wesley curiosity grew, though he kept a healthy degree of skepticism as he listened to the pirate. "I'm prepared to offer you a deal." "What kind of deal?" he asked, his heart racing. "I seem to have found something that I want even more than your ship's cargo," he said with an unsettling smirk. "And I am prepared to let what remains of your crew sail free if I get it." "Name your price," Wesley said, at this point ready to agree to anything if his crew would live. Valentine reached out and tilted Wesley's head up so he could get a better view of it. His smirk seemed to grow as he let one little word slip through his lips. "You." *This is an LGBTQ+ story*

He stops, breath hitching in his throat at the sight of a gun beside the money. "Welcome home, honey," the man taunts, brow quirked. He gulps and suddenly feels nauseous. "Please don't kill me," he begs, voice breaking.

Fated mates dark romance. Warning: explicit smut, violence and horror. (Chapter 7 updated 9/13/24. 8-12 under construction) Brazil 1957 Nazi Captain Hans Gunsche is the last werewolf, or so he believes. Sabine is a cabaret girl who never imagined that her grandmother's fairytales were real. Hans senses dormant werewolf genetics inside Sabine and takes her captive. His mission is to breed her, but he wants more. He wants a mate. Sabine longs for freedom, but how can she escape the forced mate bond with the silent Captain? If given the opportunity, would she want to? This story is horror erotica and contains dark themes

***This is just a sample. This story is available on Amazon.*** When Alphas are considered a menace to society and are relegated to living in Alpha-camps, they can only hold specific jobs, and being a stud is the best one. Being an omega in a society without Alphas roaming free, the only way to have one tend you during your heat is to hire them. Safeguards are in place to prevent pregnancy and bonding when an Alpha is Hired for Heat, but what happens when one of those fail?

🔞Includes Mature Themes🔞 Such As- Sex Masturbation Sexual activities Profanity A/B/O Dynamics Smut Age Gap Hybrid x Human Masochism Etc. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, read with caution. 🔞Read at your own risk!🔞 ____________________________________ When Katsuki's service hybrid goes into heat for the first time, he's torn. The boy is an adult, of course, and it's completely legal for humans and hybrids to be in a relationship, but.... Did he really want to risk knocking up the little Omega? The choice is made for him when the greenette presents to him. Not only that, he couldn't hold back when he realizes it's the bunny hybrid's birthday. How can he refuse? ____________________________________ ❗Disclaimer❗ I do not own any of the characters! However, I DO own the story and plot!

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. ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣

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?"

[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.