He's her stoic gargoyle guardian - and she's the curvy heiress who tempts his granite heart. Ariella Wainwright, heiress to a fortune, is caged by golden bars of high society and her father's overbearing protection. With a mind as sharp as her curves are lush, she craves the adventure that's always been just beyond her reach. But when danger breaches the walls of her sheltered world, it's not just her spirit that's freed-it's the shadows that hunger for Wainwright blood. Enter Callum, the alpha leader of a hidden clan of gargoyles, whose very existence is intertwined with the Wainwright legacy. His wings are her shield, his gaze an unspoken vow of eternal protection-and yet, a smoldering desire threatens to breach the boundaries of duty. As Ariella's naivety to the supernatural world fades, so does her resistance to the magnetic pull between them. But with an ancient enemy lurking in the darkness, ready to extinguish the Wainwright line, the stakes soar higher than Callum's silent, moonlit vigils. Will the passion that flares between them fan the flames of their survival, or will it spell doom for both? WARNING: This story contains strong language, explicit sexual content, violence, attempted murder, and lopsided power dynamics, that may be upsetting to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. Cover design by Mayhem Cover Creations *** This story is part of a special collection of YONDER Originals now available on Wattpad! Unlock part-by-part or the full story with Wattpad Coins.

Jerry was a wonderful Sasquatch. He would do all the squatch like activities. However, after years of doing things the way he was taught and brought up thinking terrorizing people and raiding their campsites was completely acceptable. And he was one of the best at these activities. Awards were won for his behavior. Top Squatch and Hero to all forest inhabitants. Many medals and keys to forest cities were collected. But there was this one day where it all changed for him. He learned he could make so many new friends. He met a group of people that were not alike most people. They were special and this is the story:

Every half century in a small little town hidden in the woods, a beast comes out from the forest to claim his bride on the night of an eclipse. The people of call this phenomenon "the taking". This beast is said to be very dangerous. It roams door to door searching for the woman whose being calls to his animal instincts. He will kill, mutilate and destroy everything in his path until he finds his bride. In the past, the townsmen have tried to hunt the creature and kill him before they can steal one of their marriageable daughters, but the beast does not hunt alone. He has followers among the shadows to make sure his goal is accomplished. Once he finds his bride, he carries her back to the forest where she is never seen or heard from again. Celeste believes this so-called "legend" is just some scary fairytale her grandmother made up to scare her. But was she ever wrong when a pair of moonlit eyes stared straight at her through her bedroom window and entered her room. Next thing she knew, she was being carried out the house and into the woods by a half-naked man who called her his. Who would have thought? Grandma wasn't crazy after all. Young Adult novel. Paranormal/Comedy-Romance @2014

It was her mating run. She thought if she ran hard enough she'd get the best mate. She wasn't expecting the one who won her. Darius needed her as mate but how can he accept someone in his late mates place? Excerpt: I stripped as I prepared for my run. Being a shifter I loved to run, even if this wasn't a normal run. It was a Mating Run. Our Shaman would do a ritual, say a prayer, and then I'd shift as I went into heat. I would get a one mile head start and then the males who were competing for me to be their mate would shift and run after me. I had a total of twenty miles laid out for me. No one but me and the Shaman knew the route I was taking. They'd be running up and down hills, along a ridge, through a river, through a system of caves and finally an all out mad dash the last three miles. The best, if their was a best, would catch me. Their last task was to convince my pup to submit and let them mount and claim me. If they couldn't and I made it back without being mounted then I was free. A barbaric rite but one that was a fact of our existence everyone who came of age did it. Males were more likely to pass and not get mounted. Females pretty much always got mounted. So I was doomed. Any male of any race was allowed to run. Though few outside the race of the runner tried. Since I was a Were-dog I was expecting mostly them.

The wind roared past my ears and whipped the billowing folds my blood red dress around and away from piercingly sensitive skin. Did he just...Did he just throw me off of the ROOF?! I screamed in a rage and terror that consumed all other thoughts. Destroyed all other feelings. Surrendering to one last moment of all consuming emotion before the world went black. ... The Fall is the first novella revolving around Claire's journey into a violent, seductive shadow world. A world where were creatures live alongside normies, and are governed by animal instinct and mystery.

I am a Catalyst. The Spark, the lore calls me. The problem with being a Spark is two-fold. Monsters are drawn to me. And I've known so many of them that I find myself unable to be intrigued by any normal, human, male. I'm only drawn to those dangerous breeds now, like a moth to flame, how much can I really resist their primal aggression? You'd think that with as long as I've been the Spark, I'd have learned how to recognize each creature. But there are so many, I don't know where to begin. Every male creature lusts for me. And I for some of them. One in particular. The worst among them. The trick I face now is in trying not to attract every unholy thing I come across. And when I do, in identifying which just want to possess me, and which might actually kill me. Or lock me away forever. So far, I'm clearly failing. On both accounts.

Book 1 of the Eternal warrior's saga. (1st draft) Rebecca of Blackmountain has lived all her life, thinking she is just an ordinary girl, on her way to becoming a nature conservationist. Life takes an unexpected turn when she is attacked by a black dragon and a purple dragon comes to her rescue. Born for greatness and a destiny she can not escape. Bound by forces beyond her control she must face a powerful enemy that can not be vanquished. Wards placed on her kingdom through the power of the mighty Fiery dragon keeps her safe, but for how long? 🚨🚧⚠Please be warned, my grammar sucks, so read at your peril. The storybook is still under construction. ⚠🚧🚨 You are welcome to comment and notify me of where the mistakes are so that I can correct them.