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The Dragon's Keeper: Nova (BOYXBOY) COMPLETE by AnyaCeres
AnyaCeres
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With his cub Calder in tow and the man who fathered Calder dead, Nova has no choice but to run from the Jaguars that killed Calder's father. Nova will do anything to protect his cub, even at the cost of his own life. So when Calder wanders off and ends up with a group of Dragon shifters roaring at him, Nova rushes to save him. Bion has been around for thousands upon thousands of years. He has given up hope on finding his mate and is content to watch over his family. Imagine his surprise when a Jaguar cub shows up on his land and the cubs parent happens to be his mate. With a distrustful and overprotective Nova, murdering Jaguars around ever corner, and a playful little cub that gets himself into sticky situations, Bion has his work cut out for him.
Here is to live |Lesbian Story| by EssaMoon
EssaMoon
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(FIRST BOOK) Skylar always tries to think that all is as normal as it seems. But there's so much more to it than normal. She have just lost her parents from killers she didn't know off. She together with her sister have moved to a new town to start a new life, save their lives and maybe find a new pack. Loosing almost all, she tries to pretend all is well. But her life gets more complicated as they reach the new town, meet new friends, until she finds her mate and her true destiny. Come join Skylar with the adventure of her life and how she came to choose to live. P.S. There will be mature content. Please read at your own risk. Also, main story starts when the chapters have titles ;D Copyright © 2014 EssaMoon All Rights Reserved
Life of a Nomad by Soulshifter2love
Soulshifter2love
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Life as a were-cat isn't an easy one...living amongst a pride of were-cats as the runt is unbearable. Meet Christina, a were-cat who's looked down upon by her pride because of the simple fact that she exists. Forced to be the runt of her pride, she dreams of a life on her own, running and roaming free, just to do as she pleases. Is it possible to free herself from her pride? And when she does, can she remain free, or does she have to fight her way to her freedom?
Siren (BWWM) by _macc_
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Drea is finally going to meet the man of her dreams. Literally. Her mate, Rayland has been visiting her in her dreams for months now and the two will finally unite. Drea Is different though, and so is Rayland.... They are both scared of rejection and will do anything to avoid it, but with what Drea really is, Ray might want to reject her and she's not having it. Go along with this pair of mates as they search, find, and gather their souls and themselves and see if this little Siren will have to go off. ©2014-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO _macc_
Silent Heroes: Wildcat by unbrokenworld
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.