Wolves
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Sun Child  |✔| by world_joy_
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Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved
Magic and Wolves: Book 1 of West Mountain by emmawaack
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"Alright Mr. Steinson you can pay Franny. Let us know if any problems come up." She opened the door and smiled past his ear, her fake customer service persona back. Hammer frowned, he wanted her to let her guard down with him and relax. He walked to the door and stopped in front of her. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You can call me Sampson, A Chuisle" When he pulled back, he finally caught her gaze. Grey met green and Hammer drew in a sharp breath. If felt like lightening was being shot through his veins and he barely heard Cecilia let out a hiss and mutter, "Aw FUCK, no." ***************************** The little town of West Mountain is secluded high up in the mountains, it is the perfect place for Fae species to live together in a sort of harmony, instead of segregated by race. To be a Fae is normal, to intermingle is not..... C.R. just wants to live her life, create art, tattoo and run with her new pack. She doesn't want a mate and she doesn't want to think about the pack that she lost. It's all going great until a new customer walks into her shop and sets her whole life on a roller coaster ride.