Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* *This story was written a long time and needs to undergo intense editing--working on it!* He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*

[COMPLETED] "We lock eyes and even at this distance I see the fire burning within, his power radiating outwards sending fear into the hearts of those opposing him. His jaw is taut but his motions are as fluid as a cat playing with its prey. The scarred knight is very much alive." The year is 1350. The Middle Ages. Novella, a young women, flees her castle home to escape an arranged marriage. To keep her freedom, Ell is forced to go undercover as a male and take on the plague infected land. Killian, a knight scarred from battles in France, is returning home at last. He never expected to come across a rather strange pair of stable hands journeying across the countryside, but who would? A chance encounter brings these two together. Will Novella manage to keep her identity hidden, or will Killian discover the truth? Gather your swords and dive into a novel filled with adventure, action, and of course, romance! Highest Rankings: 06/05/21 - #1 in Historical Fiction! 13/10/21 - #2 in Historicalromance