He has come to claim her. She was born with the mark of the ocean. And now a merman, as terrifying as he is beautiful, will stop at nothing to make her his own. ~~~~~~~ Disclaimer: This is not my original work! I absolutely loved this story, but it was suddenly taken down, and I couldn't find it anywhere for a while. Eventually, I came across it on another site where the stories are also available to read for free. Because I love this story so much, I decided to share it here. If the original author sees this and does not want me to publish it, please send me a message, and I will take it down immediately. In the original version, the author used "Y/N" as the main character's name, but I always imagined her as Selene, so I made that change.

Rosalie, a headstrong Omega, trespasses into forbidden springs-only to save a drowning stranger she believes is a Beta. She runs away, but realizes her mistake when she runs into him again. Kane is no Beta; he is the Alpha King himself. Her mate. Torn between freedom and fate, Rosalie must face the terrifying truth: She is mated to the most powerful wolf in the world, caught in a storm of passion, politics, and peril that could change the kingdom forever. This is a sample This is a standalone story

18+ Content Warning - Read at your own discretion! +++ Werewolves have been extinct for as long as Evoni has been alive. Or at least, she thought they were. A dark and vacant woods has always bordered her town, but she has never dared enter them. Not until she makes the trek alone into the forest to search for a flower said to boost werewolf fertility. Only to encounter a terrifying and surprisingly gorgeous werewolf, who takes her back to his pack, that has remained hidden from humans for centuries. Unable to return home, Evoni faces the reality that her captor is the last Alpha, and he has tasked her with solving a single issue - werewolves failing fertility. The longer she spends in his pack, the stronger her connection to the sexy and forbidden Alpha becomes, and the closer she comes to fulfilling an ancient prophecy that foretells a mate bond between a human and an Alpha that will unite werewolves and humans once and for all.

She is the Communicator of the New Area. The Communicators do the one job other humans are too afraid to do, communicating and preventing violence between wolves and humans. "My name is Alara. I'm the new Communicator. This is my first day. I-" "I know what Communicators are all about," he interrupts. "I've met many over the years. You speak of understanding and cooperation while your guns are loading behind your backs." "That's not-" "Save your diplomatic bullshit for someone who hasn't heard it before." His voice remains calm, which somehow makes it more terrifying. "I want the human who killed one of our own." "We have laws-" "Your laws." The contempt is undisguised now. "Your laws that somehow always find humans innocent of crimes against wolves. Your laws that punish a wolf's defense of territory as aggression. Your laws that treat us as animals when it suits you and as criminals when it doesn't." This is the first book in the series, so please don't expect anything perfect just yet. It's a first draft and a work in progress :)

"At first I hadn't been able to put my finger on what frightened me about him. He towered over me, which was frightening enough, but it was something more. Something about how the air charged around him. Django looked at me then with eyes like an animal, peering from a forest at night." Two years ago, Bonnie Lee Harper and her family were sent into witness protection after her abusive father murdered their next door neighbor. Moved far from their Beverly Hills home, Bonnie and her family have relocated to wintry Wildgate, Utah. Life seems to be going smoothly, until things are thrown into ultimate chaos when she meets the man who seems to be at the heart of the town's flurrying whispers. A man who ignites a deep, frightening passion within her. A man who wants her to give him something she possibly couldn't. Her soul, and even worse? Her heart.

Vivian Sorrengail was forged for war - sharpened by cruelty, tempered in blood. Her destiny was written in the clash of swords and the blood that stains her hands, a legacy of obedience wrapped in violence. But prophecy doesn't bow to kings, and fate doesn't care for loyalty. When ancient powers stir and enemies bleed from the shadows, Vivian will have to decide what kind of monster they turned her into - and whether she'll burn their kingdom down before it can bury her first. ⸻ "You are a weapon, a servant of Navarre." "I am whoever I choose to be. A monster or savior. A damn reckoning. You're going to regret ever crossing me."

I never thought I'd be noticed-let alone his. One moment, I stood among the crowd, my fate a dark pit. Next, the cavernous hall froze, Zypherians and humans alike holding their breath as he emerged from the shadows: the Admiral, golden eyes burning, moving with fatal purpose. He didn't stop at protocol. He didn't stop at the fear in my chest. The Matrix itself shuddered, surrendering to a new law. In that instant, I was no one. I was someone. And I was his, forced to accept a destiny I can neither refuse nor understand. I should have run. Instead, I stood-caught between terror and the quiet, impossible pull of the one monster who had unmade the rules, just to choose me.

What if Rhysand had a child with Amarantha while he was imprisoned Under the Mountain? (One he never knew about..?) There is desire in the familiar ache of agony. There is a sort of comfort in spilled blood that drip from walls. Cathyrena pressed the magenta lipstick to her Mother's lips. Watching the brush stain pale skin and dress up a monster in angel clothing. Her jewels shimmered and shined with a type of mocking cruelty. There is a moment where she wonders what color Amarantha would bleed if she were to stab her in the eye. That night, the same violet dress Cathyrena matched her lips with laid in the empty bedroom floor. It's star-like gems still intact. The bed covers wrinkled and pillows thrown. Amarantha liked to have Rhysand in the brightest of Night when the Moon was full. She picked up the fabric softly. She had noticed the High Lord of Night scent mixed with her Mother's. Her indigo eyes flickered back to the mattress where he was raped. She wondered if he liked the dress. Cathyrena has all the worst traits of her parents. Darkness and Murder. But, what if she inherited all their best ones too? Its a shame Amarantha doesn't have any.

𝕭𝖀𝕽𝕹 ── 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬... ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Mature graphic content and non-consensual themes. Discretion advised. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "...𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭..." ▬▬▬▬▬ ◆ ▬▬▬▬▬ ❀。• *₊° Muriel thinks her life is over when she is chosen as the next sacrifice to be burned for her superstitious village's annual ceremony. But when she doesn't burn, her life as she knows it is over. To some, she is a bad omen; to others, an answer to prayers. To a dragon...she is 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ **I update when I can**