"So you don't wanna fuck me?" London could barely breathe. Her pheromones wafted through her room, blocking his senses, his thoughts. Even breathing seemed hard, and all he could hear was the drumming of his heart. Her green eyes stared down at him. Cold. Blank. And yet, he could tell Emery was piercing into his soul, seeing every dark thought and desire he held as she said, her voice low, "I have waited eons to find you, and now that I have you, I am never letting you go." Then she leaned in closer to his ear, whispering, "Besides, I know other fun things we could do without having your dick inside me, little bird," Fuck. ~ London Eli is what people call a 'Yuxrian'. He is half wolf, and half demon, and there is no moment that he is not being reminded of it, and what makes it worse is the fact that his demon side is that of an Incubus and the other side has him as an Omega, two sides that are naturally very hard to resist. Asides from the fact that he is constantly tormented, abused and harassed because of his beauty and sensuality, he lives with the Alpha of their pack, Emery Forest, a Halfling just like he is, except she is half wolf and half elf who he cannot help but feel horribly attracted to even though she's more than a century older than him and treats him like a child she cannot wait to get rid of. That is until he experiences his Heat and for the first time, Emery doesn't seem to be immune to his presence anymore...

(BOOK 1 - Mate Series) A merciless Alpha, notorious for hunting the mates of his enemies, uses loneliness to his advantage until his mate arrives, starting England's biggest wolf hunt. Krey Graymer is heartless and feared by many. As the new Alpha of the most powerful pack in the country, Krey rules the only way he knows how; on anger, grief, and dominance. Krey has used his lonely soul as a weapon for many years. Nobody could kill him, and nobody could target his mate because he didn't have one, until little Pippor Monty stumbles into his life.

OMEGAVERSE, WEREWOLF Scott Hunter, the powerful and beloved Beta of the Silver Creek pack, seems to have it all-strength, respect, and a steady, if predictable, life. But everything changes when he crosses paths with Preston, a fragile omega on the verge of giving up. Preston's world has been shattered. His home pack, Red Moon, is crumbling, and he's barely holding on, ready to surrender to the harsh reality that life has dealt him. But when Scott finds him, broken and vulnerable, a spark ignites that neither of them can deny. As Scott helps Preston heal from his trauma, the two face growing challenges-both from outside forces threatening their happiness and from within their hearts as they navigate their undeniable connection. Together, they will discover that love is not just about surviving, but about finding hope, healing, and strength in each other.

Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

(Can be read as a stand-alone but it is a spin-off from Bleeding Heart and I'd recommend looking at that one first to get a better idea of his previous situation) No good deed goes unpunished. Not even for the king of wolves. Marquise had been one of the first werewolves to settle into society with his pack. He had paid a high price for the relative safety, though. He had forced his wolf to become a test subject for science, and while its blood had helped countless humans, in the end, not only had he destroyed his other half, rotting it to the bone and forcing it to seal itself away within him, he had also unintentionally brought chaos and pain upon the other wolves he had recruited to live within the city. Now, left with nothing, not even a wolf of his own, Marquise leaves London and enters the dangerous forests surrounding it, intent on allowing his body to finish decaying until it took his life... if a feral wolf didn't get to him first.

This story is being republished on wattpad! The whole series in already on Amazon and Smashwords! Enjoy :D A chain and a collar can imprison a nobleman, but what could entrap a devil? Only the innocence of a fallen angel. Once upon a time, there was a very respectful and principled young man, named Nyx. He was a nobleman in all meanings of the word. He struggled to keep his late father's fishing business alive and protect his dear mother and older sister. Between the fishermen's schemes and the selfishness of his stepfather, his task was not an easy burden to carry. One day, the fates threw him into a dangerous predicament, only to find himself being saved by the devil. Agenor (Ah-gueh-nor), Captain of the Martina pirate crew. He was strong and ruthless, which earned him a reputation across both shadowed waters and guarded islands as the 'Devil'. When the young nobleman fell into his hands, Agenor couldn't help but be enchanted by the innocent angel. He was inexplicably drawn to him. He didn't ponder much on his actions, as he was guided by a burning need to keep him for himself. It was within his rights to have the man for himself, to chain him and abuse him. He didn't listen to Nyx's pleas, or couldn't. He repeatedly denied him any chance of freedom. For deep within him, he knew. Nyx was his. This story depicts Nyx's adventure as he struggles to live among pirates, avoid their bullying and harassment, and witness his own feelings take unexpected turns towards his captor. I hope you enjoy the sexy pirates and the innocent lamb caught in between. Themes and warnings: This story is +18 Expect adult themes and graphic content. This novel is an adult, gay romance, general fiction. It depicts themes such as piracy, abuse, rape, romance, manxman, gay, travel, sail, adventure, angst, and love.

[A/N] This is a werecat story. Bxb. Gabriel is probably not the sharpest knife in the kitchen but he knows how to make some money in a tough situation. Crime. It's not really a career so much as a lifestyle, his. It had been a long time since he'd seen anyone in any other way then how much money they carried with them or what sort of lash-backs there might be if he robbed them. One night upon walking home from his brothers flat in Halbern he saw a dark figure wander into the alleyway that happened to be a short cut to his place. The only thing he saw was the glint in the dark. He knew he was tall. He knew even looking from afar the man seemed scary, but he still went for it. Why? Because either way, every man had a neck. Oh no, Gabriel, look what you've done. You've awoken the demon of the underworld, Kerberos. Boy you messed with the wrong man.

Life is unfair and cruel. That is at least what Lane has learned growing up in his haughty feline pride. Born in a society that preaches perfection and condemns any flaw, Lane is lucky to have made it past his childhood. He was the pride's biggest flaw, a cruel reminded to the arrogant shifters that even with their pure bloodlines, something could still go wrong. Lane was born partially blind after an incident that claimed his mother. And now he had the whole pride sniffing at his heels. Soon enough, they would unleash their furry.

~read the rewrite, 'Celestial Bodies: Of Runts and Lycans,' for free on my profile~ #1 in werewolf (first time: December 13th, 2015) #64 in drama (May 11th, 2018) -unedited, first draft version. things are spelled wrong. i hate the main character and the timeline is a mess. read the rewrite. trust me- Xavier sighed and tried to move in front of me without scaring me into backing away from him. "It's okay little one," he said as came closer to me. I felt so tiny in his presence, especially in wolf form. He knelt down and tried to move closer but I whimpered and backed up more into the tree. He sighed again before trying again and I tired to put all my fears away as he once again reached out his hand. I put my head down, hoping that if I couldn't see him, I wouldn't be scared. As I felt his hand on my back and felt tingles explode, I jumped but then relaxed as I got used to it. I calmed down more as he picked up my small frame and held me close before whispering into my ear, "What has happened to you little one?" *~*~*~* Celeste has always been running. When she was little a group of rouges killed most of her pack and the remaining wolves ran, including her. Over the years they have slowly split off until it is only her and her mother running. When the rouges once again find them her mother spared her own life to keep her beloved runt safe. She ran, but eventually she could no longer run for her tiny body hadn't had the energy. Now she has been found by a new pack, The Paramount pack, and she is surprised when she finds her mate. Because how can she, an innocent little runt, have a mate such as Xavier, one of the strongest alphas in the country? -unedited version-

~updated weekly~ A rogue and a runt. A born and raised alpha. A boy with a secret. And a man bent on changing fate, no matter who gets harmed. ~ "Have you contacted the council about the rogues?" "Yes and they say that rogues don't band together in mass amounts." "Did you tell them about the lack of scents?" I roll my eyes at his question. "Of course I did." "And?" "And they think there's a witch out there causing havoc for the rogues," I scoff. "They said that only a witch could hide a wolf's scent but I can't seem to think of what witch would be out there doing silly experiments that won't benefit them. They'd be better off working with a pack if they had any interest there at all." "I get where they're coming from but this is mass reports across the country," he says pointing to the map. "I've been on the phone with packs all over the country having the same issues. We seem to have a higher concentration as of late," he furrows his brows. "Other packs have been having decreases of these rogues?" He nods. "This past week alone we've had six sightings and it's only Thursday." I feel tension rise behind my eyes as the realization hit me. "It's Celeste, isn't it. . ." ~ #8 in Werewolf #25 in dark fantasy #39 in Supernatural #34 in fantasy-romance #1 in rewrite #12 in new adult 💛 read ahead for free on webnovel 💛 (rewrite of ILR)