Lyra has been waiting for her Weaver to find her for years, unable to leave the safety of her home and only connected to him through passionate dreams - remembering nothing about him apart from his wild, sensual song. When the lone Weaver Grigore finally sweeps into her life, she finds herself instantly drawn to him, instantly recognising him as the man she had dreamt of for years. However, Lyra quickly runs into problems. Not only does he fail to recognise her but he's nothing like she imagined; cold, stubborn and determined to keep himself away from her. Rejected but determined to keep him safe as her magic whispers of his death, she follows him through danger and blood as he stalks his own hunt, desperate to shake the hooks that keeps pulling him back to her. First Volume of the Dark Folktales. This is a horror, erotic romance, with monster-of-the-week vibes, such as Buffy, Supernatural, Witcher, Claymore, and Van Helsing. (I'm a massive fan of the monster hunting genre.) Written from Sep 2011 until April 2014. This was the very first adult romance I'd written and has a plethora of problems. Despite this, I won't do further editing as I'm putting my efforts into a full re-write. Author's note - Please be mindful of what you're saying when commenting. I'm happy with helpful criticism, spelling/grammar pointers, questions or simple chatter. However, a tirade of needless, unhelpful complaints and just outright rude commentary is not welcome. My stories are terrible first drafts, they're going to be riddled with issues, so just politely highlight if you feel there's a problem. I'll listen and likely take on board the criticism. And if you're not enjoying it, that's fine, just move on and thank you for giving it a shot. The cover is my own art; sketched 2017. Mibba version which contains the original unedited draft: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/394326/The-Weavers-Source/

❝in a dying empire, there was a girl who held death in her hands.❞ in which a princess with a strange curse is caught in a conspiracy to usurp the throne and betray her family. (1.23.2021) all rights reserved ©2021

Amber Garrett, the newest BLINK agent, is forced to prove herself when her first mission involves an alien threat that could destroy all of humanity. ***** Amber Garrett can blink teleporting herself to anywhere she wants to go which means she's a natural recruit for the galaxy-spanning BLINK organisation. Fresh out of training she's sent to a colony on the edge of space where contact has been lost. The colony's silence however isn't due to an equipment malfunction and Amber quickly discovers she's the last hope the BLINK organisation has to stop a threat to the entire galaxy. It may be her first mission but she'll have to use every ounce of her talent not just to stay alive but to prevent the destruction of all of humanity. [NB. THIS IS A WATTPAD ORIGINALS STORY] [[word count: 70 000-80 000 words]]

A beast. A savior. A prophecy. And one adventure to break a curse. ©2016, SwanWrites

Nightmares and Dreams are actual creatures who invade human minds as embodied fears and joys. But with the new BlissMax pill (guaranteed to give you good dreams all night!) the Nightmares are starving. Violet doesn't use BlissMax (or any modern niceties, thanks Dad), and one night, a Nightmare—the fear of hell—enters her enticingly un-medicated mind and gets trapped. Though Violet has a penchant for creepy things, having a Nightmare stuck inside her mind causes problems: narcolepsy and yet further distance from reality, to name a few, not to mention the Nightmare begins to starve in the wake of fresh human fear. In a misguided attempt to get him home, she gets dragged into the city of Nightmares, Halloweentown on steroids. Once there, it becomes apparent the Dreams and Nightmares hate each other and getting back (alive) only tips the list of growing complications.

"Love me or hate me, either way I'm already on your mind. I win. You lose." As the Alpha King of all werewolves and lycans, Aero needed to be fair to all. He ruled with an iron fist, a steady head and a balanced emotion. He was perfect in everything except for one. He had issues with the opposite sex. Since a child, he hated women. He never liked them and always avoided them. However, what if a woman suddenly materialized on his bed just as he was about to sleep? How could he avoid her then? NOTE TO READER: THIS IS A RAW VERSION OF THE BOOK AND IT IS ONLY A TEASER HERE ON WATTPAD. THE SECOND EDITION OF THE ALPHA KING'S CLAIM WILL BE AVAILABLE ON AMAZON IN EBOOK AND PAPERBACK FORM BY THE SECOND QUARTER OF 2022. THANK YOU FOR READING. XOXO JMFELIC

"It is a waste of hardness if I'm not going to push it inside you," the King said. Using his deft hands, he traced my waist, found the zipper of my jeans and unzipped it. I was delirious after that. ~ 0 ~ They say mirrors are the door to another realm. For Nicollete, after bringing home an antique mirror from an expedition, now believes it to be true. But what's the harm in getting transported to another world? New sights, new people, and new food are something she could look forward to. However, what if then, if the definition of harm, means receiving the sharp end of a mysterious man's sword? How will Nicollete cope then? Genre: Supernatural-Fantasy Romance, Mystery, Smut/Erotica All Rights Reserved 2018 JMFelic Books ~~~~~ Highest rank when I published Chapter 6 (before Wattpad Review tagged this story as Mature) is #609. It would have gone to the Top 10 if it wasn't for the Mature tag. T_T Now, take the 0 out of 609, and you'll find, 69. LOL That's how mature this story is. Enjoy! WARNING READER: The chapters readable here are just teasers. The full chapters of this book are no longer available on Wattpad for publishing reasons. If you wish to continue reading, you may read it on the new app, Galatea or Radish. Thank you for supporting this book! I really appreciate it.

𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓵𝔂 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝕸𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊. ** 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚊. (𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎. 𝚂𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎.) 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕊𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕞, 🅾🆂🅷🅾. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚗. ** ❖ 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰. 🚨 ❖ 𝓒𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓸 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ❖ 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼, 𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓾𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 🤪 ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘!!! ~ 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎.

When Harley Axelson finds herself falling into another dimension through her closet door mirror-into a dimension of people with wings, monsters of ice and blue flame, and the cheery "alter ego" Afton-everything she knows about the world is thrown out the window. Inter-dimensional travel is real. There are infinite parallel universes with Harleys under different names, with friends and family with personalities eerily similar and drastically different. And mirrors are the portals, only open to those who contain the ability to fall through them: Transversals. So reveals Harley's chance to escape from her mediocre-at-best life with newly acquired friends on the other side of her mirror. But the dangers of traveling are costly and the stakes run higher the more she does, the more she learns about her past, herself, and the universe around her. Not to mention flaming ice monsters are following her through dimensions, a technologically advanced one nearby is turning corrupt, and her safety in the two dimensions she holds dear are making Harley question her true place among them. [cover done by the amazing @illuminated_ ]

Her pulse thrummed at the speed of a frightened rabbit, blue veins interlocking like branches on an old tree. Her face was fading to an ice blue and I suddenly found myself liking the colour. My hand felt huge in comparison to her small neck, if I applied too much pressure it would snap like a twig. Despite the dangerous position she was in, she was smiling up at me, milky eyes full of tears that broke free and carved translucent lines in her pale cheeks. "Why are you still here," I snarled, my eyes a breath away from hers. "Because I love you," the answer was expected and a pleasing feeling of control flooded my body. "No matter how many times I hurt her she would look at me with those blank eyes that showed the most emotion I had ever seen, I would never admit it to her but I was quite fond of her. Releasing her throat, I gave her a moment to cough and splutter. Growing impatient, I trailed my fingers down the marks the tears had left. I don't know what love feels like, I don't think I'll ever know, but right now I think I love her the most I ever could love anything. It was a confusing feeling, a feeling that made me want to protect her instead of do her harm, it was my own brand of love. "Go fetch my knife xim," a giddy smile lit up her face, she didn't hesitate in walking he familiar path to my draw of toys. "This one," she asked, a freshly sharpened butcher knife in her hand. "Yes, that one," I smirked, striding over to her. Casimir, a young serial killer discovers that there's more to life than slaughtering young girls at bars.