She is a hunter, hunting the paranormal since she was 9, when she was abandoned by her family. She is known as Golden Eyes, because it is rumored her eyes show pure gold when she kills. She is thought to be a Lycan, killing her own kind. However, she holds a darker secret, a more powerful one. She is one of the last remaining dragons of the world, and she is all alone. Her friends and anyone else who personally know her call her Raven, just Raven, no last name. However she keeps her dragon name to herself, for it holds so much power. As she is nearing the end of her high school years being a junior and 17 years of age, she is forced to move to a new city, Coldwood, and it buzzes with paranormals. Will she fall in love with a kind that she typically kills? Will she abandon all human emotion and become a killing machine? Will she become the hunted? Find out, in......Golden Eyes. WARNING: Explicit Language and SOME SEXUAL CONTENT(just a little, tho.)

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

Lydia Anabor's life was one full of peace and adventure growing up side by side with her father. The only thing that really bugged her was the constant, repetitive dream she's had ever since the day she turned 18. She tried to ignore it early on and act like the constant reminder of a dream she didn't understand didn't bother her, like the hours of research it caused her weren't that valuable. She told herself to just not think about it. To just accept it as something that she wasn't going to understand. Except the day that her dream finally changed brought her face to face with a wolf. A wolf that brought her a day full of aggravation, confusion, and a strange feeling she couldn't quite explain. ~~~ "Okay. So what, you're like a dog... person... wolf thing?" He bit his lower lip in what looked like an attempt to stop a laugh. "Sure. But personally we call ourselves werewolves." "Were...wolves?" Another nod. "Yup, and judging by you're reaction to all of this, I take it that you're unaware of the fact that you're one as well." My eyes bulged. "I've never even seen a wolf until today. I think I'd know if I was part wolf." I countered. "I'd think so as well, but we can figure that out later I'm just happy that I found you." "Why?" His lips quirked up. "Because Lydia, you and I are mates, and I've been looking for you for a very long time," he said, with a grin that showed off his ridiculously sharp canines. My body seemed to shiver at the very word itself, despite my confusion that just seemed to keep growing. "Mates? Like buds? Friends? Chummy chum pals?" I think my desperation for some common sense was becoming a little too evident. His smooth chuckle filled the room. "Not quite." Is all he said "Then what?" I was surprised to see him actually reach a hand through the bars towards me. "Come here and let me show you."

He carelessly stepped over the now dead body and further into the alley, enough that the dim lightbulb above us showed his face. It would be a shame to kill a man before even seeing what he looked like. My eyes widened ever so slightly. Especially if his face looked like that. "I really did, but I'm sorry to inform you that you just did all of that work for nothing," he stated, his voice calm given the situation he just walked in on. I cocked up an eyebrow as he stopped about 8 feet from me. "Did I now?" He gave me a single nod. "Unfortunately, whatever is in that briefcase belongs to m-" I drew my hand back and threw my knife directly towards his chest. ~~~ When Lexi Malor's mother died, she and her brother had no idea what their lives would be like living within the custody of their father. How could they, they had never met him? Lexi often wondered what her father did, but she never expected to be the daughter of a crime Lord. She never expected to be thrown into his work against her will, and she never expected to have to pay her keep. Since she was the only girl her father had within her group, she would often go on jobs to get information. She would do whatever she had to to get it. Over, and over again. Of course, she couldn't refuse to do it. Her father was only keeping her around because she was useful. She soon accepted it to be her life, she never thought of treason, she never even imagined it. All she wanted to do, was stay alive. No matter what, she would stay alive no matter who tried to get in her way.

Two families best kept secrets collide in a moment of fate itself. The Prince of Bronwyn and the Legacy of the Cardinals. Neither should exist. Both highly frowned upon and cursed for their very existence. A broken product of royal affair and the perfect unknown ploy for revenge. The weight of either alone would be enough to drive anyone mad, but together it may become something else entirely. Both such highly damaged individuals stretched to their wits end. What could the result be of one in the presence of the other? A disaster just waiting beneath the surface, a mix potent enough to kill, or maybe a cure neither one saw coming?

››BOOK 2 OF PREY‹‹ I was born into a world forever meant to be against me. Into a world, I was never supposed to get the opportunity to know. Created as lowly property to the savage, blood-thirsty predators that have long since dominated these lands. It was a fate I'd once accepted without question. As awful as it was, it was all I had to cling to until the moment where even that got swept up under me by the vampire who I once believed would cause my life's end. Now I had a clear slate, a new beginning, and the worlds fiercest being right at my side.

Artemis was content living alone. She was practically raised by the forest and was happy with being a rogue. However, an encounter with one of the most ruthless packs and their alpha shakes her and leaves her questioning her identity and purpose in life. ............... "Remember who you're talking to, Mate," he growled. He dipped his head to my neck, trailing his nose from ear to my nose. I bit my lip, trying to fight the urge to moan. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped when I felt his tongue lick the sensitive spot behind my ear. He began trailing sloppy, open mouth kisses along my throat and neck, and stopped where my neck met my shoulder. He paused and I fought my hands out of his grasp but he tightened them. He hoisted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to avoid falling. As I opened my mouth to protest I felt his sharp teeth pierce the skin. A loud moan escaped my parted lips as pleasure and pain mixed and coursed through my veins in a dizzying mix. Responding to moan, he pushed his hips into mine and I felt his hardened bulge at my center. He ground into me, giving me that much needed friction while he licked the blood off my neck and sealed the bite wound. He pulled his face away from my neck and I whimpered at the loss of contact. His eyes were dark, swirling with his anger and lust and his canines glinted a bright red, his mouth smeared with my blood. "You're mine and I will never let you leave," He roared. .......... Audiences 18 and up. Mature content.

Having lived in the forest for almost as long as she can remember, Soren is used to solitude. Her only company the trees and the winds, she lives happily off of the nature around her. Hunting and gathering, Soren spends her days cautious of the wolves that roam the area, the ones too big and tame to be normal, but she knows they've caught her scent, and it will only be a matter of time before they find her. Soon Soren finds herself not only living with one of the creatures that used to haunt her, but also loving the care and protection he provides. --- Please check it out, I'm not good at descriptions! Frequent updates! Best Rankings: #1 Feral #1 Hopeless #2 Soren #3 Protector ©️ Claudia Stevens 2019

~Completed and Not Edited~ Being a fox shifter is one thing, being a black shifter is a whole other thing. Fox shifters are rare as they are. There are only enough to make up one pack. Black fox shifts come 1 in every 10,000 fox shifters. It's completely random, it's not passed down by parents. The moon goddess chooses the fox to represent their pack. Black fox shifters are strong. Fox shifters in general have more enhanced hearing, speed, smell, etc. But black fox shifters have those stronger then normal fox shifters. Thank you @aristel11 and @DAARES for the idea of the title! ❤️ Thank you @SnowyApples0

"I never really wondered what dying felt like, but I thought it would hurt more to be honest. It just feels like floating through time and space, everything dark yet comforting. The thought that everything was going to be okay passed through my mind. So I guess this is what dying feels like." Tyler Calypso, a goofy human girl with a knack of attracting chaos, finds her mate and watches her world unfold as she dies. Multiple times.