#42 in Mythology ____ Looking everywhere through dark, among the light, a tired soul looked for another. The question was simple, the answer was a mess. "Where will I find her?" The voice came out clean, burdened with no stress. "She will find you." A deep breathe echoed around, the silent scream was audible. "When?" A smile curved beautifully, the heartbeats were unstoppable. "When the love will blind you."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked Xander, my voice void of any emotions. I was in my warrior stance in front of the whole pack. Back straight, hands folded in front of me and feet shoulder-width apart. I know I looked composed because that's my training. Be composed; don't lose control. Don't lose the battle. But all I wanted to do was run into his arms. Beg him to reconsider. Promise him that I would be the best for him. "I, Xander Valverde, Future Alpha of The Nightfall Pack reject you Anala Rozinov as my mate." With those words, I felt our bond begin to break. It was agonizing like being whipped and have those wounds have acid poured on them. That burning sensation started in my heart, and I felt it spread throughout my body. I took a shaky breath but remained cold and emotionless. I needed to leave quickly; I need to find somewhere safe. "I, Anala Rozinov, Daughter of Beta Keone Rozinov accept your rejection as your mate," I replied my voice, surprisingly even and cold. "You are now free to join the Alpha King's Army. Please go pack your things and report to my office. The King will be sending someone to collect you." He said, his voice rough with emotions. "Sorry Alpha. But I have decided I will go rogue." There were gasps among the crowd. The Alpha looked appalled this wasn't a part of the plan. No one refused the King. But I refuse to be another playing card for another pack. No more. I want my freedom. If my mate isn't it, I will find my own way. PS: I do not own any of the images used within the story; they have been borrowed from Pinterest or Google and belong to their respected owners. #TheLitAwards2019

What once was a harmless fascination for a species of wild animals became a hatred that ran deep through her blood. That beloved field journal and thoughtful pencils exchanged for guns and snares. Her father made sure she knew everything to know about wolves, before she got to kill them. Paige Baylor was raised to hunt. But little did she know, there was so much to love. --- All Rights Reserved All Pictures/Videos are not mine Some mature content* ©Lasting Summit Wattys 2016

COMPLETED! "You are weak, unstable, and arrogant! You are not a good wolf!" A laugh barked out of the Alpha's throat, shaking his head, eyes so bright. "Grow up, pup! Look at yourself!" My hands shake as he taunts me, travelling up my arms until my whole body is vibrating. "No!" I scream, voice more animal than anything, and then, I lunge. --- Females are weak in this world. Your mate, he'll protect you. He'll save you, no matter what. That's what he's for. But that is not what Montana Wrens was built for. She's independent, driven, and hard headed. No is not an option. In this world she's out of place, persecuted, hated, put down. This isn't her, she somehow is breaking the mold. What happens when the men in her life are almost all against her? The women unwilling to band? Will she fight for the top? Or settle for second... --- VOTED FIRST PLACE BOOK OF THE YEAR (10-20K) BEST BADASS All Rights Reserved Some Mature Content* Wattys 2016 & 2017 ©Lasting Summit

When Morda is chased by a pack of wolves into the arms of Ben Harlow, she finds herself in the world that she had always dismissed, the world her mother insisted existed; the world of the supernatural. Morda must learn to navigate this new world and to find her place in it, whether that be alongside Ben or standing on her own. But both Morda and Ben are in danger. Hunted for different reasons, they must figure out themselves and one another in order to survive and avoid the predators that lurk in the woods. Predators like the mysterious silver man who may have more to offer Morda than she first thinks.

The police found the small girl curled up in a ditch. Physically she appeared fine, but mentally she had no recollection of how she got there or why. She had been missing for three weeks. Her mother was worried sick, it was her fault, partially. Years later, she's still haunted by what she doesn't know happened to her during her disappearance. She hasn't felt right since but can't seem to make anything of it. Until she meets Beck. The girl is drawn to the man, enamored by his beauty and something deeper than attraction. The man is drawn to her too, she's the other half of his soul. Their lives are incredibly tangled with pasts they can't seem to outrun, no matter how hard they try. Can they hold each other together? Or will they unravel like their histories? ~ His lips met hers with more passion than he had ever given her. The man held her close, in a way that left no room for doubt about his love. For a brief second, he broke away to press his forehead to hers as she panted to catch her breath. "I'm yours," he whispered, kissing her lips once more. "I'm yours." --- all rights reserved © Lasting Summit

In order to win the freedom of her mate and his pack, Morda must convince an ancient supernatural council to allow werewolves to rejoin the world of the paranormal. But Morda has a problem-Ben isn't her only mate and his freedom isn't her only concern. As her relationship with both Ben and Grant grow stronger, Morda finds herself unable to choose and desperate to keep them both. Love is jealous and the men aren't making it easy for her to decide. Tangled up in a web of love, lust, and supernatural enemies-Morda must figure out this strange new world, her new power, and her own heart if she has any hope of escaping alive. (THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO THE HUNT) [WARNING: SOME MATURE CONTENT]

Sequel to Misty _______________ The wind stopped. The birds rested on the branches. The squirrels peeked out from behind the leaves. The forest turned silent, covering these two souls from the glare of the afternoon sun. He stared at her radiant face. "We are different," she said softly, guilt glinting in her eyes. "Very different from each other. Our worlds aren't same." "Moon Goddess never makes a wrong decision. The Mist that your pack has taught you about, is an illusion, my mate." He told her with a small smile on his face. "A trick of mind it is. When you stop believing in its presence, it wouldn't be there. You will be able to see everything clearly." She cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb against the bristles. "I can see everything clearly, my mate. I see the border of enmity between two packs." The smile that showed the delight of meeting his mate, now displayed the fear of uncertainty. But the Alpha blood running in his veins kept him warm. Confidence spread upon his heart as the inner beast told him the universal truth. Furthermore, the touch of his mate would always fill him with high spirit. "There can never be a barrier between lovers." He said the ultimate truth to the divine beauty, looking in her mischievous eyes. Her eyebrows raised and rested back slowly. Raising her chin, she watched him leaning his face downwards slightly in curiosity. Consequently, she brought her mouth closer to his ear, whispering the answer for him and the silent audience present in this forest, favouring him. "But we are not lovers, my mate. We are enemies."

|| WATTPAD FEATURED STORY || || WATTY'S 2018 SHORTLISTED || Zora was only a little girl when her mother raked out her left eye. A mauled princess, she is alive only because of her political marriage potential. In a world where misogyny reigns, there is little she can do about her situation. When Zora comes of age, she decides to take matters into her own hands, and plots the murders of her father and his proclaimed heir. Jurauk likes to eat people. His favorite part is the neck. Sadly, humans are getting a little scarce. Being the second heir of the mythical race of Nefari, it's his job to find the tastiest morsel and bring it back home on a silver platter. His only problem? His intended prey is willing to put up a hell of a battle. Start: 11/1/17 End: TBC highest: #71 in fantasy #1 in The FaeFolk's November 2017 Book of the Month cover by me

A Cursed Alpha. A Made Omega. A Deadly Game. .෴. Every ten years, Lycanotropes host a competition to choose the Alpha Supreme. Every ten years, 20 competitors participate. Only a quarter survive. When Elise Attwood is offered freedom in exchange of accompanying Alpha Luke Winters on the Hunt, she has no reason to refuse. After 8 weeks of blood, mayhem, fruitless feeling and dark secrets, will things ever remain the same? .෴. #1 badboyinlove_ 28 May, 2021 #3 Omega_ 1June, 2021 #4 Complete_ 1June, 2021 #4 funny_ 25 June, 2021 #1 hunter_18 Aug, 2021 #1 competition_23 July, 2021