this story contains adult content!!!! read at own risk. I glared at the vampire before me, pressing myself against the bars of my 'cage' before dropping the glare and offering him my sweetest grin, "once I get out of her I'm going to kill alllll of you!" I swept my arms out wide, my grin turning feral, "I'm going to rip out all of your throats and see how you like your blood being drained from your neck." The vampire flashed his fangs at me in an equally menacing grin, "you can try that all you want, after the auction." I was tempted to spit in his face but I really did not want to be whipped...again. ~~~ Calla, an 18 year old human girl has always lived her life on the run, but was captured by vampires and forced into auction at a high end 'pet shop' where any wealthy vampire can buy her and proceed to do as they please until they decide to kill her. Pessimistic, rude, and short fused Calla is one hell of a handful, one most vampier's don't want to bother with...until him. THIS SHIT IS RATED MATURE in case you were curious this isn't labeled Mature on the wattpad rating thing because it won't let me change my fucking maturity thing.

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

Ivan has hunted a beast for years, and everything he knows about William comes back to Lianne - the beast's first victim, his only survivor and his next target. The plan is simple: protect Lianne, kill William when he comes. But protecting Lianne is anything but simple. Whispers follow her like shadows: of a Lady of the Lost, of her curse and her miracles. Demons prey on her at night. The toll of William's victims continues to rise. And when she speaks to Ivan's wolves, her words restitch their wounds with a hope he hasn't seen in his Pack for years. When William finally shows for the reckoning, Ivan finds everything he loves tested. Just how much can he sacrifice for one woman? Content/trigger warning: This story contains mentions of rape, self-harm, suicide, miscarriage, and drug use. [[word count: 150,000 - 200,000]] Cover designed by @Eunkyung_art

Highest ranking #2 in werewolf #1 in Completed #1 in Featured ©MadnessReverie ********* I lean my body against his, carefully brushing my lips against his ear. "What's your name?" I whisper before nipping his earlobe once. "Colton" it sounded more like a groan and I smiled internally. I put my knees on either side of his legs and straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck, careful not to actually rub against him. "Colton, I like it" I moaned softly before biting my lower lip again. I can tell his hands are itching to touch me, but he knows he's not allowed. His eyes are dark with lust and something else I can't quite place. "Say my name again, Kitten" ********* Thrust into what she thought was a mythical world of wolves and mates, Avery's journey is anything but typical. Can she learn to love what she didn't dare to dream actually existed? Can he accept the baggage that comes with her? I don't own any of the pictures I use. Most of them I found on Google. The story is mine though so please don't steal it.

Belle Morte is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Wattpad Original Edition and the Wattpad Books Published Edition upon purchase. Thank you so much for your support! ***** Renie Mayfield volunteers as a blood donor for the Vampire House where her sister disappeared, when she's drawn to the smouldering vampire Edmond Dantès. ***** It's been ten years since vampires came out of the coffin, and now they are the world's biggest celebrities. Renie Mayfield is a new live-in blood donor assigned to the most famous vampire House - Belle Morte. Unlike the other donors though, Renie isn't here for fame and fortune. Her sister disappeared inside the Belle Morte House, and she wants to know why. But she isn't prepared for Edmond Dantès, a smouldering vampire who sets her blood racing. She can't deny their mutual attraction, and their dangerous dance begins. With each step into darkness Renie is drawn further into Edmond's influence, and closer to uncovering Belle Morte's secrets. If she has to choose, would she rather lose her heart or her humanity? (Book 1, the Belle Morte Series) [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] The sequel, Revelations, is now in Paid: https://www.wattpad.com/story/97728300

It is known that when an Alpha dies, the Pack will be showered by danger. It is written in all sacred books and murmured by the elders, predicting the mishaps of the Pack when it happen. After the fall of the Silver Mist Pack's Alpha, there must be a chosen one for the tittle. One with the Alpha's blood. An Alpha's heir. And Hansel Rior is the right candidate to be the next Alpha of the Pack. And was chosen. Though only temporary, while the fallen Alpha's young son is not of the right age. With Hansel's kind heart and unstable mind, damaged by the memory of watching the Alpha's death, and a will to protect the Pack and the shadow of burning desire for blood and death. What will happen? When all the Alphas are called to attend the Great Council meeting hosted by the High Alpha. What happens when Hansel Rior caught the High Alpha's attention? Will hansel be in trouble? And when the true danger comes. What will they do?

i won't update more ehm... yeah !An omegaverse! What if you lived in a world where everyone had two shapes and being devided in 3 groups. Omega's were supposed to listen to the alphas. George didn't like that rule. One day it was to much... "Go and fuck your self" Everyone's gaze turned to him. "Thank you for your promt to fuck myself, but I think I'll fuck you insted you little brat" I hope you enjoy the story!

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake