Arwen Meade, resident sharp-tongued viper, had one goal after graduation: to get the hell out of her small town. What she did not anticipate; however, was tip-toeing the line between friends and something more with Harvey McDermott. their love was combustive. // complete.

After a barren mating that had lasted just shy of two years, Avery is hell bond on living a life away from power hungry bastards. And if she can help someone along the way, she would gladly make that extra effort. Finally managing to be in charge of her own life, she reaches out helping others overcome the difficulties of losing a mate, no matter the consequences. It doesn't come as a surprise, when she finds herself running a shelter for recently widowed or battered she-wolves. Only one thing remains a hardship: raising so many pups without the strong, tough, manly supervision. The small group of she-wolves and pups increases in numbers and becomes a movement that no longer can be underestimated or constricted in the limits of her childhood home. In times of uncertainty and opposition, with Alphas threatening to overrun their little establishment, Avery has no choice but to venture out of her comfort zone in the search of the combat instructor who could teach basic survival skills to the cubs. If what she fears ever becomes a reality, she would be glad that they would stand a chance in the power-struggle, where Enforces are nothing but a brute force to achieve the goals of power-hungry Alphas. Naively planning to secure the perfect combat instructor, Avery does not leave a room to account for nature that comes at her with a full swing. Winter storm and dreaded coldness that soaks the life out of her make her prioritize the help for a rabid-looking stray. After dealing with his biological father Pablo Alvarez, Jonathan Graves finally freefalls into the rage and darkness. They call it being berserk. For Jon - it is a nightmare. When he finally wakes up from it, he is taken in by opinionated, frustrating she-wolf, who nurtures him back to life, only to give him the boot. Or so she thinks, as Jon is dead set on picking his own time to depart! When Jon meets Avery, the heavens roar as the Monarch and the Rogue discover more than they had initially bargained for.

[ON HOLD] ❝It might not be now, but in time, you shall weep tears of blood. She will slip from your grasp and fall down her death,❞ the words were spat and they smelled bad as they were drenched in the heavy, vomited honesty that his furious voice threw. ❝Again and again and again,❞ * ~ * ~ * In which complicated Ivory Dawn meets Roman Lane. A man who has been mourning her death for the past five hundred years. Werewolf #259 *THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT. EXPECT MISTAKES.

She grew up in a world different from his. While he conquered battles, she read books and studied history. While he led an entire pack of wolves, she drowned in knowledge about the realm they live in. While lives hang in his shoulder, she was taught not to associate with any of his kind. But they knew all too well to know that fate does not work like that, and people who are destined for one another, will meet no matter how big the differences between them are. --

Alexis Gray is a killer. Known infamously as Red Death, she has death held at her fingertips. Her style is bloody, bold, and merciless with no room for imperfections. Her heart has long turned cold by a perfect murder record. She's the best at it all. She's a friend. Apart from being an internationally infamous killer, she balances a normal life. Her work rests on loyalty-and money-but when you betray a teenage girl with a high tendency to kill-all hell breaks loose. She's a runaway. Compromised and hunted down by the nations most wanted gangs, she finds herself in a blood bath. Tricks, lies, and deceit come along. But something else surfaces-something she didn't expect-her heart. Murder is an art form and she has it mastered. In a life of running and murder, there's only one thing left to do-kill or love? 1 Girl. 4 Boys. Pick a target. ©2015 All Rights Reserved Cover photo by @ambitchous- Warning: may contain graphic descriptions of murder. #51 in Action #72 in Action

As a child there's just you, your parents and your friends. Unfortunately, it wasn't the case for the little orphan Astrid. After years of dreaming for the perfect parents for her and her twin brother, she spent a short time in paradise with her adopted parents until she was taken to Russia to be trained as the best assassin in the world. Much to her captor's disappointment, even the best assassin has to go home sometimes.

"You were made for me," he says while stroking my cheek. "You belong to me." He threads his fingers through my hair, then yanks my hair back making me gasp and look into his amber orbs. "But if you so much as talk to another man, I'll punish you. Then you will sit and watch me kill him. Slowly." I knew he was serious. Alpha Landyn Westman was always serious. LeeAna Harrison was 17 when she first met her mate, Landyn Westman. He was 18 and the star of the school considering he was the next alpha. Landyn has been waiting for his mate since he was a kid. She couldn't avoid him forever, and he will never let her go. WARNING: This is not a cliché werewolf story. The first ten chapters are dark. Prepare to feel mixed emotions. You have been warned. ** IF YOU ARE NOT MATURE OR A CHILD THEN DONT READ THIS STORY** Highest Rank: #1 in Werewolf

It started with ridicule, because Dillon was a ridiculous name for a girl and Pete Lennon was an unfortunate play on words, but blossomed into an unlikely friendship based on hatred of The Beatles and group therapy. "Can I tell you something?" "Of course, Pete." "I... Jesus, I don't know how to word this without sounding like a complete idiot. Okay, I... I feel like this was our plan. Our destiny. To meet, ya' know. Because, if there's anyone in the world who knows what this shitty feeling feels like, it's you. I'm glad you don't coddle me or act like my childhood was some horror movie. I'm glad you're the one who gets me." After a moment, I said, "You're right." His blue eyes looked like neon, irises reflecting the glow of Main Street. His brows furrowed, and he asked, "About what?" "You do sound like an idiot."