Yn Hale is the daughter of Peter Hale. A 17 years old girl. Human. How is this possible? I don't know. She should be a werewolf since the day the she was born but she isn't. She got lost in the fire. Her cousin, Derek Hale, is at the town waiting for her to come back. Hopefully alive. Werewolf? Lycanthrope? Call it however you want. Nogitsune? Void? Call it however you want. The real question is how can a group of kids to save their town and how many of them will make it alive till the very end? Beginning: September 6th, 2022 End: July 11th, 2023

He liked her She liked him • JJ MAYBANK • TW Abuse Mention of Sexual Assault Smut ⚠️I do not own any of the characters other then Taylor Moore. Any of the scrip that the OBX characters say is from the show so i do not own that either⚠️

This is a Destiel fanfic of you're into that sorta thing. Also... This is my first time writing. So... fingers crossed. (: Hope you enjoy it.

When you over hear a heated argument between Bucky's then girlfriend the two of you become pretty close afterwards and leads you on a rollercoaster of pain and pleasure Warnings: This fanfic contains NSFW 18+ smutty content but I'm not your mother so if you wanna read it then go head but I warned you! Happy reading. Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, this is off my tumblr page and was a request too. I'm moving most of my works from there to here.

After an Alpha has given up looking for their mate, and they need a Luna to help run the pack, they will organise an event known as The Whipping. Female volunteers from packs around the country will put themselves forward if they wish to be in the chance of becoming a Luna. These she-wolves would be whipped in front of all the packs, again and again until their backs were red raw and blood covered. The last female remaining would be given the title of Luna as the Alpha would only want the strongest wolf to help run his pack. Most wolves gave up and quit as they couldn't take the pain, but some head-strong females would go until they were no longer breathing. It was an ugly tradition, from years ago. I had never heard of one happening in this day and age...until that day... Until I met him... On the day of The Whipping...

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