Zera Damonisse Delafuente, "the bratty girl" of the Delafuente clan who has an alluring and goddess beauty will do anything just to lure her crush to fall inlove with her. Sa larangan ng pangmamanipula at pang-aakit, nangunguna ang kanilang pamilya roon lalo na't binansagan ang kanyang ina na mangkukulam. Zera thought she's the one who's luring him, but little did she know, she's the one who's gonna be lured by him.

After uncovering a sinister ritual in an abandoned factory, Jay and his friends are the only hope to save their small town from the supernatural forces brewing there. Season 1 of Mezzanine ***** When Jay moves to Sycamore Falls at the beginning of his senior year of high school, the last thing he expects is suddenly developing the ability to read minds. As if knowing everyone's darkest thoughts isn't bad enough, things get worse when Jay finds a group of cloaked figures-seemingly brainwashed-taking part in a strange ritual within an abandoned factory at the edge of town. Along with Carter, his only friend, and Lola, the mysterious girl he can't help but be drawn to, Jay investigates. As the group unravels the secrets of the factory and their town, they find themselves in danger from the sinister supernatural forces that might have been best left undisturbed forever. WARNING: This story contains depictions of violence, strong language, bullying, reference to drug and alcohol use, and content that may be shocking to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

This is a FREE STORY with one paid bonus chapter! Once the sunlight goes to bed, that's when darkness wakes the dead. When a series of grisly deaths devastate 19th-century New England, sixteen-year-old farm girl Faith must outsmart the Undead to keep herself - and her family - alive. (Longer description inside.) 💀 ✨Of the Blood contains story art at the end of every chapter!✨ Trigger warning: this story is heavy and contains scenes of death (including that of children), and intermittent gore. • Wattpad Creators project • Editor's Pick March & April 2023 (THANK YOU!) • Featured on Wattpad and Ambassador-run profiles (thank you!) •Placed in the Future Banned Writer Awards 2023 on the FBWCBookClub profile (thank you!) • Placed in the Punk Rock Awards 2023 on the PrettyInPunkBC profile (thank you!) Of the Blood (available only on Wattpad) Copyright © 2023 Darly Jamison/Monrosey. All Rights Reserved. Artwork featured at the bottom of each chapter was created by the author on MidJourney. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Of the Blood is exclusive to W A T T P A D. If you are reading this story anywhere else, the site you're on has stolen it and you are at risk of a malware attack. Please notify the author or submit a ticket to Wattpad. Thank you for helping to protect my work! Notice: This document is not authorized for upload or use with artificial intelligence systems or platforms. Any attempt to upload, analyze, or process this content using AI technology is strictly prohibited.

{ This book is now published on Amazon } It use to be a rare thing. Seeing a female werewolf. It was almost like their were no such thing. But now female werewolves have the same population as males. Except for Lycans. Their has only ever been two female Lycans in history. Alvery Fabre was the first ever female Lycan. She and her mate George Rosai had a daughter. Only their daughter is the most powerful werewolf on the planet. For both of her parents were Lycans. Her name is Della Rosai. The female Lycan Highest Ranking in Romance #1 Werewolf #6 Mystery #8 ~ Cover By Cookiies_and_Cream ~ { Thank You }

In a realm where nobody knows who to trust, the one constant in Lyrani Esch's life is her job as an agent for the Elven Council of Irylen Secret Intelligence (ECISI). It's easy enough to ignore the rumours about the villainy of the elf king Nash. People call it "The Curse of the Crown", but it's all hearsay. At least until Lyrani is assigned a mission to confront it. Her objectives are simple - get into Vlitavia Palace, gather intelligence on King Nash's operations, kill him and get out. But assignments are never as easy as they sound, and the stars are against Lyrani from the start. The deeper Lyrani delves into Nash's present, the more she learns of her past. With her startling discoveries comes the realisation that she must free Nash from a vicious trap or forfeit the realm and both their lives in the name of the curse. Because destinies entwined are never easily separated. Season 1 of A Sprinkle of Stardust WARNING: This story contains strong language and depictions of sexual assault that may be upsetting for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

When the world seems to be at it's quietest, it becomes the warning before the disaster. It can either be the calm before a storm or the eye of the tornado, it cannot be prevented. During this time, the almighty being chooses a child that is to lead the way, giving them the power of all elements to relinquish the destruction. The mark of the Phoenix will imprint this child's body as proof of their purpose and existence. This child will be referred to as the Phoenix. In a world where magical powers exist, these powers are sought after by a rebel group. So an Academy is established in order to protect those with magical abilities, however it doesn't last very long being just a magical academy. Higher-ups protest against the fact that it only allows those with abilities. So the targeted audience is changed from people who have magical abilities to those who have enough money to send their kids to an academy for protection. That includes famous people seeking a normal education, to Rich Parents sending their kids, to those with magical abilities. Those who cant afford this academy is delighted when they introduced the idea of a scholarship program. Since this school was developed to protect magic users, they will permit a scholarship to the most exceptional or rarest magic they can find each year as long there are openings available within the classes. When a scholarship is sent to magic user Phoebe Lockhart, permitting her to attend this academy, she takes the opportunity (along with her two twin brothers) to attend. However, she has a secret to keep from the rest of the students. She won't have a problem keeping her mouth shut, but as long as she attends a magic academy, her secrets are at risk of being exposed by the magic of the other students. Especially when she has a run in with the schools most powerful user, Peyton Carter, the principles nephew, everything becomes ten times more dangerous. Will she be able to survive in this new academy?

♡♡#182 In Werewolf as of 6/19/2016 ( What some readers are saying about Avery.... "I can already tell this is going to be a great book" @myathesmart "Ooh, love the mystery." @Yoojin_Kim "Definitely interesting." @Young006 "HOLY SH*T!! KAYDEN/ADEN IS HAWT!! LOVE YOUR TASTE LADY AUTHOR!!!" "BEST. STORY. EVERR!!! Gotta hand it to you, If I were a judge in the werewolf section, I'd put ya 1st" @AleckIsALlama "It gets more interesting by the chapter."@Xapri714 The lost of my father caused an empathic power to unlock within me. I thought I was going crazy from not only the death of my father but also the over load of emotions and spent two years in a mental health hospital. I could feel everything, from everyone in the hospital. Add my own emotions on top of that it became a disaster. It wasn't a good time. I learned to block out others but in the process I locked out my own emotions. I became this cold thing. I thought it was perfect. Never needing to feel a thing. Well emotionally anyways. And being crazy didn't seem so bad. A crazy cold thing. I could live with that. Then my Uncle came and got custody of me. I learned a few thing in those first weeks with him. I'm not crazy. I'm an empath. I have more family than I knew of. I have two life mates. I'm possibly an empath able to form a bond to a wolf in the rage. I'm also the first of my kind. And here I thought I was the crazy one.

[[COMPLETED]] Go where your feet takes you Find what your heart looks for. No one is by your side. So the moon shall be your guide. ~•~•~ The moon was the only comfort she found, the only reassurance she could allow. The moon had shown her its soothing soft light, the only one who've seen her story. The only one who've heard of her silent cries. Elise Aubrie Winslow is a twelve year old girl. And the moon was the only thing she could rely on, the only thing she found as soothing despite the troubles she had. Nobody wanted to listen to her and so she closed her mouth for good. Nobody spared her a glance and so she was like a phantom wearing a mask to hide her screams and her quiet sorrowful wails. Nobody cared and so she learned on how to walk on her own, trying not to trip on her own two feet. Nobody understood her the way the moon did. But then she found them. And she felt like she was finally home. Like she finally knows where she truly belongs. And they stayed. They became her comfort. They became important. They became her home. Her family. Her moon. ____ Selenophilia (n) Loving the moon and finding it soothingly captivating.

SEQUEL TO FROZEN TEARS. COMPLETED. "Hey darling," a dark man with vampire red eyes greets me with a sudden hand curling around my neck and lifting me off the ground. He tilts his head and looks behind me as I claw at his hands, trying my best to get away from his powerful hold that doesn't seem to want to let me go. I don't need to breathe, but dammit it hurts when his nails dig into my skin. "I saw your little friend walk in here, and I'm more than happy to have a taste." "I'm not exactly sharing," I hiss through gritted teeth, and with a throaty laugh he drops me to the floor. I'm back up in a second, lunging for him with canines extended. // NO PICTURES THAT I USED TO MAKE THE COVER ARE MINE // Copyright 2016 - Sophia Kjeldbjerg. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted to anyone. It cannot be transmitted or copied by any means - such as by electronical devices, photocopies, recordings, mechanicals or any other forms - without prior written permission by the author herself. Copying this story is a violation of the copyright law.

Cass has no memories of her parents, only impossible dreams of waves and orcas and, sometimes, her mother's voice. When she and her adopted aunt return to the Pacific Northwest island--where her parents died twelve years before--Cass hopes the place will trigger long-buried memories. Instead, she discovers that the impossible is real, and that history is about to repeat itself. Unless she can stop it. ***Teaser*** The water hit with such a shock of cold that Cass thought she was going to pedal up and out of it again like some cartoon character. Instead, she flailed and splashed and smashed one arm against a piling as salt water poured into her raincoat & filled her shoes. "How do you like it?" Jason yelled. She spun until she could make out his form, black against gray sky. "What?" she sputtered. She dragged one arm from the water long enough to shove wet hair from her face. Jason became clearer: black hair dark above his yellow raincoat, arms crossed over his chest. "What the hell are you talking about?" "I asked how you like it, going for a swim in this water." She was open-mouthed with disbelief. It was a bad idea; a surge lifted her and slapped salt water into her mouth. Bile burned her throat as she coughed and all the while she was still flailing at the water, fighting the drag of shoes and clothes to keep afloat. She should kick them off-that's what you were supposed to do if you fell into the ocean with your clothes on-but she was only a dozen feet from the dock. Besides, it was her only coat. Jason watched her the way she'd watch a barracuda. "I know you're following me." "Following you?" What. The. Hell. She gave a mighty kick and tossed her coat onto the dock. Jason just stood there. "I nearly drowned last week, you know that? Now you show up as if nothing happened." "Last week," Cass said slowly, "I was in Argentina." Whatever he'd seen, it wasn't her.